Chapter 232 224. Hello, aliens, your natural disaster is coming (4)
They are about to die, be occupied, and be devoured. The wisdom and efforts of dozens of generations have been burned, and the blasphemous aliens are about to touch the city of Ohm Messiah. .
They have given everything they have, and every drop of blood is dripping on the dry wasteland of Rust. Everyone takes up arms to face the invading aliens. The broken assembly line is opened to the maximum, and bullets emerge from the steel chain. In a blink of an eye, They stuffed it into the barrel of the gun, and they gave everything they had.
But it's no use.
The best opportunity has been missed. The great sage was hanged by the angry sages. He misjudged the enemy's strength. His arrogant attitude toward the enemy made Rust fall into the abyss step by step. The great sage's bones are still there. Hanging at the top of the furnace of Rust's world, under the gorgeous red silk is the scum despised by thousands of people.
No matter how much punishment is given to the dead, it cannot undo the sins committed by the offender. Everyone will die, died under the sword of the alien race, and paid the price for the arrogance of the great sage.
God, save them, Rust Forges the World, a shining mechanical pearl, the God of All Machines will not tolerate his wisdom falling into the hands of blasphemous aliens.
They are still praying, still resisting, and still struggling, but the alien fleet covers the entire sky. They are isolated from the outside world, and their only hope is themselves.
At the last moment before the main star was blocked, they did not receive any news of rescue from the outside.
They are inevitably slipping into the abyss, and one day at most, everything in Rust will be stained with foreign dirt.
When they realized that the final outcome was still destruction, people no longer actively organized logistics and strategies. They directly shouted the slogan of Om Messiah and rushed out desperately and miserably. The blades of the beast ruthlessly tore open the body and wires. Tangled with pieces of flesh and blood, they were piled up in a mess, fat and blood made them greasy, and the rust was jumping for joy like moss.
Perhaps the destruction of a forging world is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the bloated empire, and there is no ripple in the self-interested and ruthless Martian forging network, but in the eyes of the people who have lived in this forging world for generations , this is the end of their entire world, the world they have always relied on to survive is turned upside down and broken.
God gave up on them.
But even if God gave up on them, they would not give up on God.
Some troops voluntarily evacuated from the defeated front. They walked into the factory where they lived in the past and began to destroy and burn the sacred machinery in an orderly manner.
Holy oil was sprinkled on the paper recording knowledge and burned; the sculptural holy sword was removed and stuck in the engine. The sages began to destroy the miracles that took centuries to forge. Some even blew up a factory. Trembling, he ignited his own chip and committed suicide.
Before the foreigners stepped into the main city, the blazing flames had already begun to engulf the city, and the discordant music resounded above the city, which was the groan of the complete death of the machine.
In the most central and core area of the main city, Razheng, who took over the seat of the Great Sage, stood desperately in front of the world melting pot. This part that occupies the core of the entire planet is an unrepeatable miracle in the history of industry. It is a The beating heart of the furnace.
But now, he has to stop the powerful beating of this heart with his own hands, so that it cannot fall into the hands of the enemy.
Ra trembled, he did not want to be a sinner, the craftsman smashed the treasure with his own hands, the wise man voluntarily burned the books, and he was enveloped in great sorrow and despair.
"Why? Why does Rust have to face all this?"
"Lord, if you really exist, why are you indifferent to the dust of knowledge? Is everything we believe in still just a lie?" "Answer me! Answer
me Ah! My Lord!"
The sage shouted hoarsely. Above the hot and bright material of the furnace was the broken and rusty body of the great sage. The deceased was hanging dangling on the top of the furnace, like mocking Ra's foolish faith.
La looked at all this in despair, and his despair brought his consciousness to the verge of collapse, so that he did not notice the smallest change-the corpse's fingers trembled slightly.
The existence of the highest heaven watched them, the clicks of gears and gears began to resonate, the metal wires twisted like living creatures, the flames struck the solid walls of steel, steam and arcs were beautiful songs, the chaotic system ticked and danced, He The consciousness lowered its eyes from the Forge Throne.
Ignorant outsiders confuse the established destiny, and the gods look at it with disgust, but nature imprisons their power to the physical side. Since gamblers change the rules of the game, they can also drag in new variables.
Whispers arose in the chaos, and there was also a tacit understanding in the war of the gods. They were tacit and hidden. The Lord of Changes naturally likes noisy topsy-turvy. The darkness behind the curtain looked at the new arrivals and whispered. It is chaos that stirs up the entire galaxy.
He is the selected [variable].
No, this is a [deal]. One end of the scale is a ladder to climb up, and the other end is the beginning of a broken empire.
The four largest positions in the subspace were too dangerous. He was unwilling to agree to such a deal, especially when the All-Changing Demon Lord invited him to sit down. The sincerity in his sinister smile was self-evident.
Perhaps he should not have entered this fate prematurely, but the bargaining chips they provided were tempting enough. For Vashtor, it was the first steam engine in the new era. After it, everything in the past has passed away. , a new era is slowly unfolding.
The sweet breath tempted Him, and He signed part of his soul under the parchment of the transaction, and the four gods also paid the price for it.
So he is here. Through the guidance of the Lord of Stasis, the gods on the other end of the transaction also have differences. Vashtor is keenly aware of the sullenness of this god.
[Words have their own unique charm, and the names that give things meaning are even more mysterious. 】
【RUST, its name is rust. ]
[When the Death Guard's legion arrives, the chord of meaning will reach the peak of perfection at this moment. ]
[Concepts have been accumulated to the limit, and what I am looking for may be stagnant. ]
"Sorry."
The agent of the plague he was talking to said in a slow and polite voice. The bone-white paint of the Death Guard had already presented a gorgeous and dreamy pastel color on his armor, like a mistake. The dream after eating poisonous mushrooms.
"Please speak human language."
[.]
[I want to seek the "Heart of Plague" here, it may be here. 】
Heart of Plague, Ouroboros, Tuchucha.
This is the treasure promised to him by the four gods, and it is also a sharp blade that can overturn the galaxy.
"Then what can I do for you, in His name."
[Death, rust, spread your rust as much as possible, use rust to corrode people's hearts, when enough mechanical sages fall into madness, I The power can flow from the furnace. 】
"Thank you, I like this plan."
Laton arranged his medicine bottles unhurriedly, and checked the head of his gun that could harvest gene seeds, although there was already a thick layer of rust on it. , but it can still be used.
In addition to spreading the plague, he will also collect some Death Guard gene seeds. Raton thought with a sense of satisfaction that he needs to return the Death Guard to its established destiny. Even if he can't do much now, he can at least save those Seeds that haven’t had time to be sown.
As a former pharmacist, he knew that in such a chaotic battlefield, the recovery of gene seeds was not 100%. The chaos and tragedy of the war would cause some corpses with seeds to be lost in the corner of sight.
In return for the seeds, Rodan gave Mortarion a small boat filled with overgrown fungus, hoping that the Death Guard would receive the gift with a flourishing curiosity.
For this purpose, Laton specially collected different fungi from fourteen galaxies and forty-nine different kinds of soil. A small red fungus even has a cute little smiley face on it. They are particularly beautiful when they emerge from the human body. Yes, Raton hopes Mortarion will like this gift.
Oh, of course, of course, he will help spread the Rust Plague, but wanderers who leave their hometown are always particularly homesick.
Three artifacts: Ouroboros (Secret of Caliban), Tuchucha (engine, little boy servitor, in the original book at the Lion King, Karas went to grab it, failed, and left with regret), Heart of Plague (least information , basically none. It is known that 41k only appeared on a planet that was corrupted by the Death Guard. At the same time, Nurgle was looking for this thing.) The three artifacts merged and became the Webway
Excavator (known), dig dig dig dig, There are other functions, but they are currently unknown
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