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

The nobles stared at Yarrick, like ferocious jackals guarding their food, "What do you know! When the war breaks out in the nest, do you know how much property we will lose! So much that it will scare you to death! Even if you You signed a slave contract and you can’t repay the losses even if you work non-stop for ten thousand years!”

The nobles seemed to have found a common topic, and began to show off to Alek the precious wealth they all had, what kind of losses they would suffer in the battle, the price of compensation for a nail, and the decoration price of a floor tile. There are endless words coming out of their mouths, and their calculations are extremely precise and precise. Listening to their endless chatter, Alex felt deeply tired, and then turned his attention to the two entrepreneurs in black suits.

"While fighting in the hive city, we must also meet the production needs of the war. The items on the production line must be uniformly deployed, and the production equipment must be transferred from now on."

The military-industrial complex entrepreneur who heard Yarick's plan took a deep breath and looked back at von Ozick. But their true controller was still in shock, staring blankly at the terrifying mechanical priest in red robes.

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, an entrepreneur complained with a smile, "Political commissar, you don't always know that our factories are already operating at full capacity, and we don't even pay for the rising prices of those increasingly scarce supplies. They were all purchased at the original price, and we have already lost 5 percentage points of profit compared to the same period last year.”

"Yes, yes, political commissar, we have fully cooperated with the empire in this war. The production of the military factory has been unable to make ends meet. We have even reduced the frequency of attending banquets to support the empire's war."

"Yes, yes." The two entrepreneurs told Yarick about their difficulties and the silent dedication of the military factory without profit. Watching their performance, Alec turned his head to the noisy nobles again, still talking about the issues of compensation and losses that gave Alec a headache. The only progress was to start thinking about what if the orcs really broke into the hive. So how many throne coins should the empire compensate them for their losses.

"Thank you for giving me a little bit of hope." Alex was so frustrated by the incompetence and prevarication of these nobles and entrepreneurs that he just sighed silently, then raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Two entrepreneurs who were still complaining to him.

Two gunshots rang out, and two fat corpses whose stomachs were pierced by bombs fell to the ground. The shouts of the nobles stopped, and were replaced by reprimands for Yarick's bold behavior.

Just when they were about to greet Yarrick with the most unbecoming aristocratic words they knew, hundreds of Planet Defense Force soldiers broke in from outside the door, and the two teams of guards protecting von Ozick fell bleeding. on the ground.

The laser gun was aimed at these pampered and aloof nobles in the upper echelons of the hive city. Under the fierce fire of the laser gun, these nobles who had undergone expensive life-extending surgeries were helpless under the volley of laser guns, and were killed one by one. Shooting off the limbs and flesh, screaming towards death.

"The Golden Throne will never open the door to you maggots!" He spat fiercely at the corpse of a noble, and approached the last living person, Von Ozik, with a gun.

Von Ozik, who had just woken up from a dream, cowered in his chair in fear and shouted at Alec: "You do this! Aren't you afraid of our revenge? The power of our nobles is far greater than that of you mud-legged soldiers. !”

Yarrick looked at Von Ozik who was yelling at him, grinned a cruel smile, and turned on the communicator on his wrist, "Domicilon, how are you doing?"

A lazy hoarse voice came from the communicator, "Ah, these nobles are really useless to be honest. Thank you for those basilisks. This cooperation is quite pleasant."

"Political Commissar! Political Commissar! I killed several nobles' guards, can this give me military merit?" Fire-breathing Ryder's loud voice completely drowned out Domixiron's voice, making Alex want to cover it up. ear.

"You idiot! Get out of the way! If you want to talk to your precious political commissar, go and talk to him alone!" The scolding and beating sounds of Domicilon came, and Spitfire Ryder walked away muttering. .

In the past few days, Alex had interacted with Domicilon and Ryder, and he felt more and more that the relationship between the two was abnormal. It was not as dangerous and serious as the relationship between a gang leader and his men, but more serious. Spontaneous and noisy. The relationship between the two people is like brothers who get along day and night, but Yarick is not interested in these, as long as their relationship does not affect the subsequent defense, no matter they are brothers or lovers, they are all with him No relationship.

"Did you hear that, after tonight, your power will become a story in the streets."

"You madman, you madman, you actually mobilized artillery and armored regiments to surround and kill the nobles! You are rebelling!"

"If you nobles are allowed to delay the fight again, this will be a real rebellion." Looking at von Ozick with disgust, Yarick raised the gun in his hand.

"Wait! Wait! We signed a steel treaty with you! Do you remember! The steel treaty signed by our ancestors!" Von Ozik asked for help from the tall mechanical priest behind him.

The Mechanic Priest looked at him for a while, sighed, and moved silently in front of von Ozick. The weapons of the mechanical body all over the body were stretched out. Two reinforced mechanical arms that had been modified from the front held a huge gear ax with the symbol of the Cult of the Mechanicus, half machine and half skull, engraved on it. More additional limbs behind him were equipped with There are Tesla coils, melta guns, lifting clamps and a plasma cannon.

"Mechanical Sage Kaos, do you really want to protect this noble?"

"The Treaty of Steel cannot be violated." The ruthless mechanical synthesized voice made Yarick's whole body feel cold.

Looking at the Mechanical Sage who had already made a fighting stance, Yarick's face was extremely ugly. He knew very well that these one-minded gear guys only recognized agreements and treaties. If you want to impress these guys, you can't impress them from the ground. Dig out the complete STC and give it to them before we can discuss it. But Yaric had no chance of defeating this mechanical monster. Only the God-Emperor knew how many deadly weapons and devices were hidden under the red robe.

"I thought you, Sage, were on our side when you told me about the Titan Legion."

"The Steel Treaty cannot be violated." The ruthless mechanical synthesized voice came without any change, completely giving up Yaric's thoughts.

"Okay then." With a sigh, Yarrick clenched the bolter in his hand, pulled out the power sword from his waist and bravely rushed towards the Mechanical Sage.

"For the Emperor!" The shocking angry war cry echoed throughout the hall and could not dissipate for a long time.

What a mechanical sage might look like