Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 164 The Tech Priest

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After leaving the forgeworld's grandest foundry, Vik boarded a Progenitor transport to where the Magi had let him go.

The Progenitor Transporter is a transporter with a heavy armored hull and a smart heavy machine gun. This transporter is very useful in the Forge world because it can adapt to different atmospheric environments.

When Vic slowly boarded the transport plane, the pilot immediately greeted him: "With you here, we will be able to reach the destination smoothly, sage."

Vic nodded helplessly.

If it was two months ago, he would have said to the pilot that I am not a sage, but since too many people said that, there is no way to correct it.

Vic continued to go deep into the transport plane, walked to the position where the body was fixed, and then he looked around and saw the passengers traveling with him.

A dozen Rangers.

A troop of Skitarii Vanguard.

There are a total of ten people in this vanguard team, nine pioneers and one vanguard Alpha. They all wear the iconic red robes and solid armor, and hold radiation carbines in their hands, but the degree of mechanical transformation is different. Alpha's transformation is more complete than others. Also more expensive.

Vic noticed that the radiation values ​​of themselves and their surroundings had already exploded, so all ten pioneers gathered in the transparent glass cover at the end of the transport plane to prevent them from polluting the cabin of the transport plane.

Maybe this transport plane is not specially used to transport armed personnel, and it also has the duty of transporting visitors from the foundry world, so these pioneers cannot be allowed to stand directly in the cabin...

If this is really the case, then the current situation in the foundry world is already very serious, so what is the use of it.

When Vic thought about this quickly, the pioneer alpha saluted him, and Vic nodded in response.

The transport plane quickly took off and flew towards the south of the foundry world.

"Pilot." Vic walked to the cockpit, "Who is in charge of the southern part of the foundry world?"

"Father Sevin." The pilot replied respectfully.

Vic heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the name Sewin, because this person was his old friend, and he was a kindred spirit.

Sevin is a technical priest, a technical priest is an extremely broad title, a technical priest may be engaged in various jobs, from commanding operations to maintaining castings to archaeological excavations...

Sewin was in charge of commanding the army.

Since Sewin is responsible for the battle at the southern end of the Forge World, it shouldn't be difficult to complete the task of commanding the sages.

But you can't just think about the ruler's sage...

After long-term consideration, Vic believes that Sewin is more important than the ruling sage. This is a conclusion drawn from the perspective of a firm believer in the Ohm Messiah.

"The plague is raging." The pilot said suddenly, he raised his head and glanced at the sky while controlling the transport plane, "The fleet is gone, and I don't know when the reinforcements from the Order will arrive, plus the plague that has been raging for a long time before... God bless us."

Vic wanted to say that the pilot was a bit too optimistic. If the control of the orbit was lost, then there would be a massive invasion of the Forge World next, and the plague walkers were nothing in comparison.

While Vik was thinking, the transport plane passed the factories all over the land and flew slowly to the southern end of the foundry world.

In the sky it doesn't look like there's any war at all, it's all quiet, but that's the biggest problem in a forge world.

Vic knew that Sewen and his army were dealing with countless plague walking corpses underground in the factory. This war against the walking corpses had been going on since before the Imperial Navy lost control of the Agrippina galaxy, and Recently there has been a growing trend.

As the transport plane flew towards a tall tower in the factory complex, the mechanical device implanted in Vic's brain received some distress signals.

These help signals are marked in the field of vision of the electronic eyes, and the location below the large and ancient factories is where the signals are sent.

In addition to the signal for help, Vic received a communication signal, and a person whose entire face had undergone mechanical transformation appeared under his vision.

It was Tech-Priest Sewin.

"Should I call you a priest or a sage now." Sewin's cold voice sounded in Vic's ear.

"Call me Vic, just like I call you Sewin." Vic responded coldly.

Neither party in the communication had any emotion, nor did they speak in a tone of voice, but they were indeed very good friends, and both parties felt that the other party's words were very kind.

While talking, Vic sent Sewin a message, informing him of the Magi's orders.

"I see. I will try my best to allocate as many people as possible to the Sage Commander." Sewin replied after reading the order.

After finishing what he needed to do, Vic looked at the ancient factory where the distress signal was sent, and forwarded these signals to Sewin: "Why didn't you respond to the distress call?"

"The plague has ravaged the entire star field for decades, and those corpses can't be cleaned up at all. Instead of wasting my troops to respond to the call for help, I might as well reserve my manpower to strengthen the defense and prepare to resist the enemy troops that may fall from orbit next." Wen said.

Hearing this, Vic made some calculations, and felt that the old friend's decision was really the best choice at this moment.

But calculating the result is one thing, how to do it is another.

Since Tyrone's trip Vic had always thought he had a mission, a mission to save what could be saved, to keep what could be kept, to prepare for something great.

After thinking for a while, Vic ordered to the pilot: "I won't go to the tower, send me here."

While speaking, Vic sent out a public coordinate, and the pilot knew where Vic was talking about. He immediately drove the transport plane to the location of the nearest distress signal.

Vic turned his head to look at the other people in the cabin: "Where is your destination?"

"It's the tower, we're going to garrison there." Pioneer Alpha responded, but he paused for a few seconds before saying, "But now our destination is the same as yours."

Vic looked at the Rangers again.

"Same as you." The rangers said in unison.

Vic nodded, quietly waiting for the transport plane to arrive at its destination.

The vanguard and rangers in this transport plane can't go wherever they want, if they want to follow Vic, they must get Sewin's permission.

And Sewin happily gave them permission.

"There is also a plague in the Tyrone galaxy?" Sewin asked suddenly.

When Vic came to Agrippina from Tyrone, he told Sewin about what happened there, and Sewin was unsurprisingly interested in it.

"Yes." Vic gave an extremely short answer.

Sewin was silent for a moment, then hesitantly asked: "What kind of enemy will we face... Have you ever received any enlightenment?"

"I have been told that the world of Agrippina's Forge must endure because the God of Might and the Om Messiah are with us," Vic responded.

"I will continue to strengthen my position. Call me if you have trouble dealing with those plague walking corpses." Sewin wanted to hear these words from Vic's iron mouth, and he closed the communication with confidence.

　It's three o'clock in the afternoon before I have time to code
　　It is impossible to ask for leave, just posting while writing may be delayed
　　
　
(End of this chapter)