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

"Hey, have you seen that guy in red robe?"

Domian patted Lin Fan on the shoulder and chuckled evilly.

Lin Fan looked in the direction indicated by Domian and saw a figure wearing a red burqa covering his whole body and printed with skulls and gears, teaching the soldiers in the regiment to maintain their equipment not far away.

Most of the mechanical priests who follow the army are painted in a style. The author of Delia's setting is drawing it himself. Don't worry.

"Is that a priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus?"

"Yes, but I'm still a rookie intern."

"Why are you talking about this?" Lin Fan was a little strange and turned his head to look at Domian's face.

Domian shrugged, "It's nothing, I'm just curious whether she is a real person or a fake. I heard that the guys from the Mechanicum will perform various transformations on themselves, turning themselves into a humanoid shape dripping with engine oil. engine."

"So you are going to walk up to that guy and say: Hey buddy, can I see your body under the hood?" Lin Fan looked at Domian in front of him with disbelief. This guy seems to be a little too bold. .

Domian looked like he was kidding again, and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "As for her face, we have met her a long time ago. She is a pretty pretty blond girl, and she looks quite young." To be honest, this is completely different from what I heard from the squad leader, so I’m just curious.”

"Even physical transformation can be divided into high-level transformation and low-level transformation. Maybe the technical priest is a new trainee, so even transformation is not on their agenda."

Domian touched his chin, thought for a while, and nodded in approval.

"But her voice is really nice."

Lin Fan curled his lips in disdain. He had no doubt that even if the technical priest's entire body had been replaced by machinery, Domian would want to invite this beautiful machine to have dinner with him. However, it is indeed a good choice to treat others to a restaurant on this planet. Although there is a shortage of various civilian necessities and luxury goods, the local people have long used their wisdom to create a wide variety of special delicacies.

"Well, don't think about the gains and losses. We have been given an order from above to accompany the technical priest to area 447 in the Kamaklan Green Basin to help repair a giant combine harvester."

Old Bald Jock came over and interrupted the chat between the two.

"We are responsible for protecting the technical priest when she reaches her location and bringing her back intact."

"Is this a mission? Why does it sound so much like committing suicide?"

Domian asked carelessly, the world of Kamaklan has been peaceful for too long, so much so that the Casare Legion who came here to recruit soldiers felt that the people in the world of Kamaklan were not suitable to join the army, but because the empire will never lack cannon fodder The consideration is to screen and review the Planetary Defense Forces on this planet and fill them into the legions that are always short of people.

Old Jock raised his left fist in dissatisfaction, "It seems that our dear soldiers have objections? Do you want me to transfer you to the political commissar to have a good feel for the order of the army?"

Domian immediately retracted his careless attitude, touched his military boots to the ground, and performed a standard military salute. He looked quite serious as a soldier, "Obey orders, sir!"

Old Jock laughed when he saw Domian's changed attitude, and then he tapped Lin Fan with his hand, "Soap, you will lead the team."

In the past more than a month of getting along, Old Jock clearly felt that Soap was not an ordinary person. He had excellent physical fitness, strong strength, almost impeccable melee skills and shooting accuracy, not to mention his flexible mind and An insightful conversation. Old Jock even thought for a time that it was because the little nobleman from the empire wanted to come to the army to experience the freshness of joining the newly established regiment.

But after some in-depth exchanges, Old Jock felt that Soap might just be another outstanding warrior who loved learning and was loyal to the emperor. After all, in his military career, such soldiers were never rare, and there was no strongest. It can only be stronger. The empire's huge territory and astronomical population will always give birth to many outstanding people. This is what Old Jock can do when he hates those idiots in the Ministry of Military Affairs but likes his superiors and non-commissioned officers very much. None of the guys who are still alive are country chickens and dogs. They are all tough men with glorious war histories.

However, Lin Fan's performance was a little too good. It reminded him of the old Cadian in the previous team, who was also so accurate and deadly. The only problem was his bad sense of humor.

To this day old Jock can't forget that Cadian joke. "May my blood splash across the faces of my enemies and obscure their vision."

Lin Fan accepted the order and took half of the assault squad, a total of 10 bald men, in a heavily armored transport vehicle and drove all the way to Area 447 of the Green Basin. As the temporary commander, Lin Fan naturally rode in the same transport vehicle as the Mechanicus who needed protection.

Feeling the slight tremble of the transport vehicle engine beneath him, Lin Fan observed the appearance of the trainee priest. As Domian said, under the red robe was indeed a very cute and beautiful face, not a A cold, mechanical face filled with electronic compound eyes and various cables.

The trainee priest noticed Lin Fan's gaze, withdrew his attention from the data tablet in his hand, and asked in his own beautiful voice that was not mixed with electronic vibrato: "What can I do for you?"

Lin Fan waved his hand, "No, no, I thought they were all mechanical priests. They couldn't be. You understand, right?"

The apprentice priest didn't have any expression change. It seemed that he had been asked this question by many people in his previous experience. "I am just an apprentice priest. I don't have so much technology and financial resources to support me to do a lot of mechanical transformation, but I have a little bit." He showed Lin Fan his mechanical arm, which was engraved with the blessing of the God of All Machines and the skull gear emblem of the Mechanicus. But in Lin Fan's eyes, this mechanical arm looked more like a modification made by a little girl for decoration, just like those girls who tried to change their school uniforms when he was in school.

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"Uh, you are my bodyguards in this mission, right? What's your name?" To Lin Fan's surprise, the trainee priest in front of him was unexpectedly humane, and then he relaxed a little. "Although I think guard may be more appropriate than bodyguard, my name is Soap, the temporary commander of the 37th Assault Squad of Casare." "Soap? That's really a..." "A very low-tech name." "Haha, you are so funny. My name is Monroe Dilia, the trainee priest of the Mechanical Temple of the Mechanicus stationed in the Casare Star Region." Dilia was amused by Lin Fan's humor. This kind of joke with a certain technological meaning can touch her funny point. Although the Mechanicus has an extraordinary worship and religious feeling for machines, considering that they have been exposed to the most in their lives, it is not difficult to understand the origin of their worship.

The Mechanicus would not worship the basic mathematical knowledge that even Lin Fan could easily recite, but when the ancient humans developed the cause-before-effect gun, a magical weapon that transcends the basic laws of physics, and appeared in front of the Mechanicus, how could you not have deep doubts about its operating principles and believe that it was a divine weapon bestowed by the gods?

Although some fanatical Mechanicus priests would shout that all technology is a blessing from God! And use this as a reason to cut the rude Lin Fan into pieces and transform him into an unconscious mechanical servant for life to atone for his sins, at least Diliya does not look like a fanatical lunatic.

The surprise on Domian's face was about to overflow, and he cast an admiring look at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan just shook his head with a smile, and seeing that Diliya had no intention of saying more, he observed the situation outside from the shooting hole on the side of the armored transport vehicle.