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

In the overlapping data flow, he found the beautiful electric figure. He had never seen that hazy light clearly. There were vague murmurs coming from the face in the shadow of the data, as if they were in the same room. After finishing all the dozens of sentences he wanted to say in seconds, they were all piled together and difficult to understand.

But Mannheim knew his machine soul. In the long battle and companionship, he understood everything about it. The machine soul was sobbing softly, begging the orcs not to hurt him anymore.

"Stand up, good girl." Mannheim didn't know why he had a clear gender identification for the machine soul he had never clearly seen, and even gave up the common sacred title in the order. He thought about his brain It must have begun to gradually become cooked during the flushing of the data stream, causing his current cognitive disorder.

The machine spirit murmured again, but this time it was full of pleading and doubt. It thought it couldn't stand up. It felt it couldn't do this in this pain.

"Stand up, good girl, just like before." Mannheim's gentle electric voice sounded, comforting the restless machine soul, "You won't be alone, I will be with you, I will be here to watch your."

The machine soul's murmur disappeared, and Mannheim's consciousness floating in the sea of ​​data felt the machine soul looking at him. "All right."

Clear words passed into Mannheim's consciousness. This was the first time that he could clearly hear the machine soul's words to him. Different from the previous pure tone guessing and chaotic babble analysis, in this conversation Full of firm and helpless confirmation emotions.

The upper body tilted downward, and the Emperor-class Titan, which was about to fall, slowly raised its body. After more parts fell and more creaking sounds were made, the Titan regained its balance. Taking heavy and slow steps, he slowly advanced towards the ancient giant base of the orcs.

Several rounds of shells hit the Titan, which had lost the protection of the void shield. Mannheim heard the suppressed pain of the machine soul. He had no choice but to encourage the machine soul to move forward again and again. "Come on, girl, we're almost there. We'll hold on for a while and walk the final stretch."

The orcs' ancient giants were extremely nervous when they saw the emperor-class titan in action. They loaded the cannon at high speed. That cool thing with shrimps covered with spiers could blow up many of their ancient giants and Gangaat. They don't want to be the next guy whose head is smashed by a shrimp cannonball. They haven't had enough fun in this big Waaagh. How can they be so easy to lead?

Ancient giant garbage

After several rounds of probing attacks, the orcs were stopped by their big tech master, "Don't shoot any of you bastards without eyes! Can't you see that that cool Xiami thing won't start anymore?" !”

"Ah, that's right! It's been a long time since I heard those cool things from the shrimps."

"Yes, yes indeed."

"So what should we do now?"

The big tech boss commanded the orcs, "Now we should use big hooks to tie this shrimp thing tightly, then drag him down, and then punch him in the face. This cool thing will be dizzy." You will just listen to us!"

"You're right! So right! So right!"

"Cunning and insidious, I like it!"

With a new direction, the orcs replaced the cannonballs, stuffed hooks and claws of various sizes and styles into them, and drove the two remaining ancient giants closer to the stumbling Emperor Titan.

"They are here."

"Don't be afraid, good girl, I'm here, I'm still here." Mannheim comforted the machine soul, feeling that his consciousness had become increasingly blurred. He realized that this was because the highly toxic sedative was about to expire, and the toxins in it A sign of an impending explosion.

Gu Juji moved fifty kilometers away from the Emperor-class Titan, and shot out all his loaded hooks. The hooks with tough and rough cables penetrated into the Titan's damaged armor, and pulled the claws inside. Cables and structures, the Imperial Titan's shambling steps came to a halt within the confines of these vicious weapons.

Mannheim once again felt the painful and confused murmurs of the machine spirits, and he knew that their last moments were coming. He mobilized the authority to write the built-in plug-in in his brain, and softly made an irresistible request to the machine soul.

"Please...die."

The machine soul struggled, it didn't want to die like this, but the pain coming from the machine was still unbearable.

"Please...die, I will accompany you, I will always watch you here, good girl."

The machine soul no longer struggled and seemed to have given up. In silence and depression, the meltdown process of the core reactor was started, and the broadcasting system installed throughout the broadcast fuselage began to tell the final cry, like a dirge played on a trumpet. In Mannheim's wandering consciousness, he could hear The hum of the core reactor accelerating.

"Last Loyalty will begin in ten seconds."

"ten."

"Nine."

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The tens of thousands of slave workers and mechanical priests who were fixed at their posts controlling the core reactor were killed by the high-energy particle turbulence created by the reactor overload caused by the previous fierce battle. These tiny deadly particles successfully penetrated these The dutiful radiation-resistant shells overloaded and shattered the delicate components inside them.

The God Machine Reactor Maintenance Priest, Unit 0037, luckily survived the particle impact. The Machine Priests and slave workers around him lost their command and stopped moving in mid-air, like a grand sculpture exhibition. It will be the same. All the killed priests and slave workers are maintaining their maintenance actions in life, with different and coordinated forms.

++Reconnect to the system and detect remaining work units++

++Connected to the system successfully, scanning++

++Remaining divine machine reactor maintenance priest units: 141 Remaining divine machine reactor maintenance slave labor units: 0++

++0037 Unit applies to readjust reactor parameters++

++0018 unit response++

++1134 unit response++

++9983 unit response++

The few hundred remaining maintenance priests rebuilt a consciousness communication network and connected to the reactor's data flow.

++The existing work efficiency is estimated to be 5% and the reactor re-maintenance ceremony is not enough to complete++

++.............++

A long suffocating silence emerged in the improvised network. Unit 0037 and the remaining priests were no longer enough to maintain the reactor's return to stable operation.

But at this moment, the reactor was restarted, and a wonderful electromagnetic wave unique to the Titan's machine soul rekindled the heart of the god.

It's a machine spirit! It is an indomitable soul!

Unit 0037 felt that his hot oil was boiling, but his instrument gauge still showed that the temperature of his engine oil and lubricating oil remained at the normal temperature for the most efficient operation. This kind of emotional fluctuation that only weak meat bags can have appears in the data processing templates of all surviving priests present.

++Reactor status detection...The output energy ratio is 18.997%++

++Reactor stability test...100.00000000000%!!!! Praise the sacred machine soul! Praise be to Omnisiah! ! ! ++

The modified fanatic detection data of Unit 9912 was transmitted to the data processing center of each unit, which caused them to express endless praise for the machine soul and devout worship of the miracle of the God of Machines.

++The machine soul wants to gain the final glory! ! ! ! We will not let it be put to shame! ! ! For the holy machine soul! ! ! For Omnisiah! ! ! The overload protocol is applied and the voltage limit is lifted! ! ! ++

++Overload protocol passed application! ! ! Voltage limit lifted! ! ! ++

Almost at the same time, all units relaxed the current input and input more surging current into the body. This severe overload method violates the prohibitions of the Titan Mechanicus, but they don't care about this. They only hope to use their humble bodies to fulfill the last wish of the holy machine soul, as always.