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 monitor, 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 with 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 He had no doubt that even if the technical priest's entire body had been replaced by machinery, Domian would want to invite this beautiful machine to have dinner with him.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 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 with each other, 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 the little nobleman from the empire came to this newly established regiment because he wanted to experience the freshness of joining the army.

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 precise 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: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Lin Fan waved his hand, "No, no, I thought the Mechanic Priests were all...can't be...you understand, right?"

There was no change in the expression of the trainee priest. It seemed that he had been asked this question by many people in his previous experience, "I am just a trainee priest. I don't have so much technology and financial resources to support me in making many mechanical modifications." , but I have one thing to do." After saying that, he showed Lin Fan his arm that had been transformed into a machine. It was engraved with a message praising the God of Machines and the skull and gear emblem of the Cult of Mechanicus. However, in Lin Fan's eyes, this robotic arm looked more like a little girl's decorative modification for the sake of looking good, just like the girls he used to try to change their school uniforms when he was in school.

"Uh, you are my bodyguards on this mission, right? What do you call them?"

To Lin Fan's expectation, the trainee priest in front of him was unexpectedly humane, and he relaxed slightly, "Although I think guard may be more appropriate than bodyguard, my name is Soap, Casare is thirty." Temporary commander of the assault squad of the Seventh Regiment."

"Soap? This is really a..."

"A very untechnical name."

"Haha, you're so funny. My name is Monroe Delia, a trainee priest of the Mechanicus in the Mechanical Temple in the Casale sector."

Delia was amused by Lin Fan's humor. This kind of joke with a certain sense of science and technology really touched her point of laughter. Although the Mechanicum has an extraordinary sense of worship and religion for machines, considering Since what they have come into contact with the most throughout their lives are various black technologies whose principles are unknown even today, and high-energy weapons whose effects are almost similar to magic, it is not difficult to understand the origin of their sense of admiration.

The Adeptus Mechanicus will not worship God's creation when faced with those basic mathematical knowledge that even Lin Fan can casually talk about. However, when ancient humans developed the First Effect Later Cause Gun, this kind of When a magical weapon that transcends the basic laws of physics appears in front of the Mechanicus, how can you not have deep doubts about its operating principles to the point of believing that it is an artifact given by the gods?

Although some fanatical Mechanicum priests will shout that all technology is a blessing from God! And used this as a reason to cut the rude Lin Fan into pieces and transform him into an unconscious servitor to atone for his life, but at least Delia didn't look like that kind of crazy maniac.

The surprise on Domian's face was almost overflowing, and he cast an admiring look at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan just shook his head in amusement, seeing that Delia had no intention of saying anything more, so he observed the situation outside through the shooting hole on the side of the armored transport vehicle.