Warhammer Inquisitor

Sparks spewed out from both sides of the cutting heat flow of the welding muzzle, and the raindrops of sparks lit up the steel spine and supporting steel bars. The entire lower deck of the huge hull was extremely busy, and countless indicator lights and lights were lit. into this wide space.

The orange indicator light and the blue display echo each other, and all kinds of lights light up every corner. Sparks are spraying down on the towering corridor brackets and steel bar platforms. The welding gun Cutting and anchoring on steel rods and supports, those sparks fell from the sky, but they were also fleeting.

Under the warm and eager sparks, the Mechanic Priest is overhauling and appeasing the Machine Soul with his colleagues. The debris of the sparks is falling from both sides of them, and the incense burners are burning on both sides of the operating platform. The space under the dome and above the steel deck is filled with these thin layers of smoke and dust.

Not all of them belonged to the Mechanic Church. The soulless machine servants pushed and dragged the fuel tanks to follow behind the ground crew technicians. The maintenance personnel of these naval ships were busy working under the instructions and leadership of the Mechanic Priest.

Sparks splashed everywhere in the huge space, as well as the sound of knocking and clanging. The old machinery and steel parts were dismantled, and the specially modified heavy-duty machine servants carried steel bars and heavy parts. The soulless corpse filled with data tubes, nutrition hoses and all kinds of mechanical equipment followed the priest faithfully.

The mechanical priests in red robes walked around the huge space. They communicated with each other using the unique syllables and dialogue methods of Mechanicism, and the data flow and prayer rituals were proceeding in an orderly manner.

Vito was leaning on the elevated revolving platform, overlooking the entire lower deck. There were busy people everywhere under the vast underground dome. In addition to the machine servants, the ground crews were also very busy.

Transport vehicles and trucks passed by on the wide deck, tall tires rolled over between the servants and the ground crew, and the old red headlights illuminated the metal space that was being assembled and maintained.

Vito had to feel the tacit understanding of these sailors, so many transport vehicles, forklifts and flatbed trucks scurrying around, since they didn't hit even one person.

They are so smooth, smoothly passing among the people coming and going, sending parts, combustion and tools to various places, and of course, the box cart carrying the servants shuttles into the deck.

Those transport vehicles like rhombus pyramids arrived at the busy construction site. The ground crew stepped forward and skillfully opened the pull rod, and the mechanical arm on one side stretched out, releasing several machine servants from the fixing frame, letting these soulless workers fall on the ground. on the ground.

On the steel deck intertwined with cold blue and fire light, the ground crew casually waved their hands to signal the servants to follow, and the servants whose arms were cut off and replaced with welding equipment and engineering guns followed the ground crew neatly Behind the personnel, it is like a little duck following a big duck.

Vito looked up, he watched countless dense sparks falling from the top of his head, and the technicians wearing safety ropes above them were completing some kind of engineering welding work, they removed the gussets, and fiddled with these weird circuits in it Or instruments or something.

The entire lower deck was busy in an orderly manner. The mechanical priest, the soulless machine servant and the naval ground crew worked closely together. Under the interaction of sparks, holographic projections, and electronic display screens, the creation of the God of All Machines in the entire space They are also operating in an orderly and efficient manner.

Especially the big guy. Vito leaned his hands on the guardrail and looked down. The platform transport vehicle with two layers of high heavy crawlers was slowly driving in. Its huge body was even covered with steel supports and dense Wide deck between steel bars network.

Everyone gave way to the two sides when the platform vehicle passed by. The yellow warning light flashed continuously on the lower edge of the platform, and the instructing staff held two indicator sticks and waved the red light to signal the driver to move on.

The heavy-duty crawlers ran over the deck, and the roar was accompanied by the four-connected high-horsepower engine. The hydraulic structure and the transmission belt vigorously pushed the monster with several floors, and it also carried the cargo on its back that almost penetrated half of the promenade. giant missile.

It was a ridiculously large missile. Although the empire's naval artillery shells and missiles were generally not small, this missile was still ridiculously large. Its size was hundreds of meters long and its height reached tens of meters. I don't know what kind of terrifying power is hidden in the huge body.

On the wide platform of the platform truck, the giant was locked by dozens of iron chains thicker than human thighs, and the mechanical priest stood beside the missile, shaking the incense burner in his hand, walking back and forth along the missile, singing the hymn of the God of Myriad Machines , flying around the servo skull, and an incense burner hung under it, flying around the entire platform vehicle continuously.

Naval personnel are busy preparing for docking at the launch port as large as the warhead at the other end. The gantry crane and the super-heavy mechanical arm are moved over, and the heavy-duty support platforms move quickly along the sliding track above, and the gear structure bites together. , pushing these giant platforms forward.

Vito looked at the missile with a gratified smile. The Imperial Skyhawk logo on it shone with shiny golden light, and the hoop was also engraved with the Prayer of the Holy Spirit written in Gothic. Although Vito always felt that in these doomed It's incomprehensible to spend so much decorative effort on something that explodes, but apparently the Mechanicus enjoys doing so.

"You are here, I have been looking for you for a long time but I can't find you." Cole said, walking from the side of the corridor, he walked under the sparking work ladder, he walked up to Vito and looked down , and immediately saw the huge missile.

Cole stared blankly at the behemoth on the carrying armrest, "Why did you transport the torpedo out?"

"Practice?" Vito said sternly, and Cole cursed in a low voice and pointed to the giant launch port on the other side of Vito. The closed sliding doors in it still began to open one by one, and all the docking devices were rotated to open and close.

The platform carrier vehicle arrived in front of the launch port, and the heavy mechanical arms above the steel spaces on both sides began to droop, and the huge iron picks clamped the missiles from the front and back, and the gantry crane also hung on the anchor point on the top of the Destroyer, and began to move on the heavy mechanical arms. The missile was slowly raised amidst the buzzing sound.

"What the hell are you ordering them to bring out the Extermination Order weapons, and then reload them?" Cole asked sharply, bright sparks falling from him and Vito.

The two stood in the shadow of the busy space. The judge turned around and shrugged slightly. At this moment, the death penalty weapon that could blow up an entire planet had already begun to be loaded into the launch port. The mechanical arm pushed the missile from the circular bomb bay little by little. outside to enter.

The mechanical priests are strictly operating the equipment, the mechanical arm and the data terminal are efficiently cooperating with each other, the mechanical skulls of the Imperial Skyhawk and the Mechanicus are still entering the fear launch tube, and the torpedoes are entering their combat positions.

Cole stares at Vito without the slightest sign of backing down. He knows Vito must be playing tricks, and now he doesn't look like he's going to act, which is true, because Vito knows that Cole will hardly be fooled, especially Myself, well, at least at times like this.

Vito shrugged slightly, and there was a sound of weighing transmission after the projectile body completely entered the launch tube, which meant that every safety anchor point had been locked, and the torpedo torpedo was ready to launch at any time.

"I might have to blow up a planet, so I got it out." Vito said lightly, while Cole held his forehead speechlessly, and he stayed with Vito on the armrest.

"Are you out of your mind? What planet are you blowing up?" "Sustvo Star." "That's why I said you're out of your mind. That planet is now under the Adeptus Mechanicus for scientific and technological archaeology. bombed with their archaeological results?"

Vito sighed helplessly and looked at Cole, with a stern look on his face, "Is it hurting me to be idle? Go and provoke those oil guys."

"The group of idiots dug into the grave of the Necrons when they were digging. They fucking woke up the entire dynasty. Now they are busy fighting those space psychos."

Cole frowned and quickly realized the seriousness of the situation, "The Mechanicus accidentally awakened a Necron dynasty?! The Emperor! Why didn't we receive any reports!"

"Because the group of binary idiots wanted to solve it by themselves, and they didn't intend to let the empire and the rest of the Mechanicum forces steal their excavation results, so this group of short-circuited idiots fought with the undead on their own, And they didn't notice at all that if they lost and were wiped out, the undead would pounce on dozens of empire worlds around them."

Vito leaned on the armrest with his hands in his arms, sparks fell from the back of his head and illuminated the black hairs, while Cole sighed speechlessly and rubbed his neck with his head down.

"Why did I get so unlucky at the beginning of mixing with you? We just finished fighting the Tyranid Hive Fleet a few months ago, and now we are busy fighting the undead?"

"Then you have to ask the emperor why he made us so unlucky." Vito said with a smile, looking at the launch port, the torpedo had been fully entered, and the launch cover was closed from above. After a burst of negative pressure vacuum jet, the cabin The screw-stabilizing bolt on the cover also turned slowly and made a muffled booming sound.

The communicator on Cole's wrist rang, the captain stood up and turned on the holographic communicator, and the first officer's bust projection appeared in front of Vito and Cole.

"Captain, Lord Inquisitor, there is extremely bad news! We have left the subspace and returned to the real universe, but according to the detection of the bird divination equipment, the Mechanics Order on the Suvost planet is at war with the Necrons !The entire low-Earth orbit and the surface are everywhere!"

"Ahead of us is the war zone, and the Mechanicus fleet is engaged in a fierce battle with the harvester."

Cole looked at Vito with a helpless expression on his face, while the judge shrugged his shoulders quite naturally. He patted Cole on the shoulder and walked to the side of the hanging ladder.

Cole looked at him with a long sigh and looked at the first officer, "The whole ship is in combat readiness, the void shield is charged, and the macro cannon and light spear are loaded." "Yes! Captain!"

The image of the chief mate disappeared, Cole turned his head to look at the platform truck slowly leaving after loading, and sighed helplessly at the completely closed torpedo tube, then walked to the nearest cabin Door.

The Infinity Frontier's propulsion array began to slow down slowly, and the flickering light of the void shield covered the outer periphery of the battleship. This void battleship was spewing raging flames and rushing towards the battlefield ahead.

Rush towards the Sevost star lit by green arcs and laser beams.