Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Deep underground, covered with heavy machinery and cables, the assembly of Tech-priests crowded around the communication servitors of the Mars headquarters. This dull being with a mouth replaced by an ornately decorated bronze grid was the Mechanic-Priest in this room. The only contact with the receiver exists outside the plastic steel walls.

These priests are the "Osculitari" of the Three Wise Orders, the guardians of the code, responsible for managing all binary sacred code resources in and out of the great Mars.

Information will reveal everything, provide questions, reveal secrets, and guide the way forward for the servants of the God of Machines. Therefore information must be protected and controlled. This is the only truth they adhere to and the entire reason for their existence.

The metal fence of the first seat made a sound, ++Is the Iron Skull dead? ++ All knowledge originates from doubt.

++Possibility 88.45. ++ is like the function of the second seat, answering the question of the questioner.

++Send out a search team? ++ The third seat finally spoke. They have gone through this complete process of asking, answering, and taking action countless times. It is like the ocean of sacred codes that continuously pours into the meditator's storage, without interruption.

++Is one Mechanical Ark enough? ++

++It is estimated that it will take 57 years to reach the world of Armageddon. ++

++Acceptable. ++

++Mechanics are infallible, and Mannheim failed the God of Machines. ++ The first seat came to a conclusion from the information he received.

++It is recommended to delete the record. ++

++Captain Mannheim is being erased from history. ++

++ Agreed, he is just a body. ++

The three of them spoke at the same time, like a chorus, with an affirmative tone.

++Mechanical forever! ++

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The Governor of Armageddon, the steward of Hermann von Strab, can be said to be the second most powerful person on the planet. Both the nobles in the upper-level hives and the business owners in the middle-level industrial zones want to follow him. The butler established good personal relationships so that he could get more privileges and opportunities in von Strab's hands.

But this butler, who looked arrogant to everyone, was now pale, and the large beads of sweat on his forehead clearly showed his inner tension. Putting his eyes on the scanner in front of von Strab's golden door, this heavy and gorgeous door opened silently.

Von Strab was lying on a huge lounge chair made of alien animal fur, enjoying the performance of the scantily clad dancers with seductive moves in front of him. The precious grapes specially sent by the Rogue Trader in his hand were swallowed by him. Swallow the skewers into your mouth and chew them without hesitation. The slave under his feet lay on the ground, using his modified tongue to clean up the grape juice that fell on the white smooth marble floor.

The housekeeper knew that von Straub was in a good mood now. The fat body lying on the chair was humming a tune with a different key, and applauded the dancer's dance from time to time.

Von Strab felt a familiar shadow approaching him gently. He turned around and smiled. It was his most loyal old butler who had arrived.

"master."

"Yeah, I heard it, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm here to report to you about the Titan Legion."

"Uh-huh! Titan Army! Ah, let me guess, they must have killed all the pieces of armor from those tattered and lowly orcs! Hahaha!" Von Strab laughed confidently and arrogantly, which made the butler's His expression became more and more ugly, and he no longer knew how to tell him the unbearable bad news he had heard.

The butler who considered his words spoke carefully, "Honorable Master, the Iron Skull Titan Legion has indeed completed their mission. A total of six million orc armored troops and all ancient giants have been wiped out."

"Hahaha! Very good, I knew that Manheim was deceiving me with his cowardly look, saying that the divine machine was not powerful enough to deal with so many orc troops, but look at me? I am arguing with reason. Finally, this disobedient commander achieved a decisive and brilliant victory!"

The housekeeper looked at the happy-looking von Strab and closed his mouth knowingly. He knew that telling the bad news now would only put him on the muzzle of the gun, and he was not that stupid.

Von Strab, who was immersed in his own joy, danced for a while. He first boasted about how he used his troops like a god and blocked the orcs' attacking frenzy. Then he began to curse those who never obeyed his orders and only knew how to attack. Those rigid political commissars who insist on having their own way, especially that boy named Yaric!

Every time he thought of how disrespectful and humiliating he was to him, he wanted to peel off his skin, throw it away and burn it to ashes in a chemical pool! Or use a sharp knife to cut off his flesh bit by bit and feed it to himself, and then let the doctor cure him again to torture him!

Von Strab really wanted to see the expression on Yarek's face when he heard about this glorious victory. It would be wonderful. Thinking of this, von Strab ordered to the housekeeper: "Immediately publicize this glorious victory, and that damn political commissar Yaric needs to make a stern notice, and ask Mannheim to come to see me, I want Treat him to some imported 'grapes' from Garden World."

As he spoke, he also picked up a bunch of extremely fresh and plump purple grapes and waved them in front of the housekeeper.

After swallowing with great difficulty, the housekeeper did not move, but looked at von Strab's feet with nervous eyes.

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Seeing the strange behavior of this butler who had always been loyal and efficient, Von Strab was still a little surprised, "Do you have anything else? If you do, tell me quickly! I don't have time to waste time with you!" I will also command the army to drive out those green-skinned beasts completely!"

After closing his eyes, the butler slowly raised his head, as if he were about to go to the execution ground, and said sadly to von Straub: "The Titan Army has wiped out six million orc troops." He Feeling that his throat had become dry and hoarse, he squeezed out the second half of the sentence from his throat, "The Titan Legion was also completely destroyed. The Emperor-class Titan Steel Skull self-destructed and the steel ball guard army was also completely destroyed." The army was destroyed."

"What did you say? What did you say? Say it again?"

Von Strab, who was shocked by the bad news about the butler, woke up from his illusion of victory. With trembling teeth, he asked the butler over and over again. The butler did not answer him directly, but just lowered his head to avoid von Strab. Trabb's gaze.

As if they were shocked by von Straub's ugliness and the news about the housekeeper, the dancers on the stage stopped one by one, knelt on the ground and lowered their heads, wondering what they were thinking.

Von Strab, who learned from the butler's condition that the entire Titan Legion had been destroyed, felt dizzy and nauseous. He had never experienced this unfamiliar tension in the face of a catastrophe, and his plump body seemed to be flowing like water. Wearing sweat.

With a sound, Von Strab vomited out the precious grapes he had eaten mixed with wine. The slave who had been trained with physiological instincts quickly came over and licked Von Strab's vomit.

"Go away!" Von Strab kicked the loyal slave away, pulled out the luxurious custom-made light bolter from the desk drawer, and beat the blind slave into two pieces.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? That's a divine machine! That's a divine machine! How can it not even be able to defeat beasts?"

Von Strub's blood-stained body staggered towards the bedroom. This was the first time the housekeeper saw his master in a trance. He watched as von Strub's figure completely disappeared from him. Once within sight, the butler silently performed an eagle salute to the dancer and the dead slave.

Those dancers who were brave enough to see the butler's movements were so frightened that they fell at the butler's feet, crying and begging, but the butler was indifferent and just looked at these people who knew things they shouldn't know with his cold eyes.

After several laser blasts, the housekeeper snapped his fingers, and several cleaning electronic skulls flew down from the ceiling to clean the scene. With a silent sigh, the housekeeper walked out of the once again clean room and closed the door.