Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 254 Gear Boy

Chapter 254 Gear Boy
Om Messiah above.

In this world, for those who believe in gears, the most blasphemous thing is to disrespect machines.

But when the Mechanicus priest was asked to omit most of the rituals and prayers and focus on repairing the Skyfire equipment on the Red Moon Angel Fortress,

He hadn't slept for almost 16 hours.

Of course, it didn’t really matter whether he slept or not. What he couldn’t stand was not having time to pray and perform rituals.

It was certainly nice to be able to touch the large machinery, but without the incense and chanting, he felt itchy all over, as if ten thousand little angels were crawling on his body.

But every time he couldn't help but mess up his little ritual, that damn Imperial Guard officer named Taylor would crawl out from the corner and seriously accuse him.

In this way, close contact with machines became a burden and torture. Every time the priest maintained those skyfire systems, his heart was tortured by the machine soul.

The machines asked him why he didn't pray and praise!
After he finally finished the maintenance of the Skyfire system.

He figured he could make up for those prayers and quickly walked to the officers' lounge to express his thoughts to Taylor, who was drinking sparkling water.

Taylor's only response to this was.

"What? Doing a basic prayer to stabilize the machine spirit?"

"Just give it more oil, that's all I need. Do you think my equipment is loyal?"

The mechanical priest looked at the lord hesitantly.

The thing is, he was right, those loyal, mechanically happy Machine Spirits needed no excuses.

In his eyes, those machine spirits were even a little too active.

Something is not normal...

This was probably because Taylor had entered the warp, and most of the weapons and equipment were soaked in demon blood.

And they are not corrupted at all, but become more active because of it.

But when the priest saw this, he couldn't help but walk to a Skadi laser gun that was being maintained and started chanting like a pervert.

"10010111..."

"Pull the piston, strike the bell, and the gears turn..."

He pulled a burner of incense from inside his robe, lit it, and hung it in front of him, waving it and exhaling citrus-scented white mist.

The girl asked uncertainly. "Boss, aren't you going to stop him?"

Taylor said, "It felt like he was going crazy. So that's it. He should at least take a break."

"Since Ryan dug him out of the cult's basement, he's been working non-stop and hasn't even drunk the motor oil."

Roland coughed. "Well, Boss, I haven't been transformed to that level yet."

"He eats sandwiches and pies, too. He's a highly skilled technician, after all. Don't make it sound like he's some weirdo..."

Taylor said. "Forget about him. Just let him fix the Skyfire system for now. Gotta say, I only sleep well when those light spears and macro cannons are pointed at the sky."

They were still chatting when Lion King Ryan walked in.

He was flanked by ten mortals in makeshift power armor, armed with heat ray or plasma weapons, and all posed as a ceremonial team as they escorted the Primarch into the room.

Zabril was the first to prepare the seat for the Primarch and pronounce the Majesty of the Lord of the Stars.

Taylor rolled his eyes. "What's going on?"

Old man Ryan sighed. "Zabrill said it was the kindness of the locals."

Taylor said. "No, no, no, I mean what's going on with the mortals."

At this moment, a young brown-haired girl walked out of the team. She had a ridiculous cold weapon on her waist, a long sword, and a laser pistol, and said majestically.

"We are the Lion Guard!"

Oh, what an honor, what an exaggeration, the Lion Guard, the elite of the Dark Angels, the Primarch's guard.

Taylor couldn't help laughing now. "I've read, ma'am."

"The Lion Guard is made up of hundreds of elite super-soldiers, not just ten little brats who haven't even grown their hair yet," the woman said forcefully. "No! My father was the leader of this planet's guard and the lord of the fortress. Even though he died in battle, that doesn't mean I'm not a descendant of a hero!"

Taylor relaxed a little on her, then Ryan said.

"Don't be angry, girls, of course you are my lion pride."

"My proud lion pride."

Taylor pouted. "You're so gentle. Don't spoil them. They don't know their own limitations."

Ryan smiled and said.

"How's the Skyfire system maintenance going?"

He was quite anxious about this, after all, it was related to whether the world would be bullied by chaos again.

Taylor replied. "They're in good condition, quite good even. Most of them are ready to fire. Some that were almost destroyed are being repaired on the factory production line."

As he listened to the report, Ryan picked up a handful of nuts on the table, most of which were the first food produced by local farms.

He held it in his palm and squeezed it, and the shell of the nut fell off quickly, leaving Taylor stunned.

He picked up the rum and ate it with it, like a retired old man.

Taylor said. "Can you peel some for me, too?"

The Fallen Angel Zabril said angrily, "You want the Primarch to peel this for you?"

Ryan just picked up a handful and gave it to Taylor, cleaning every seed carefully and cleanly.

Taylor laughed it off, and then Ryan said.

“I felt like something in the forest was calling me, and it felt like the first time I came to Kamaz.”

"Someone needs me."

"Now that the Skyfire system is complete, I'm going to go take a look."

"The people of this world have reclaimed their weapons, and the Chaos traitors have been driven away. I believe it is time to explore the question of how I came to be here."

Taylor rubbed his nose. "It doesn't sound dangerous, but I don't want to go. After all, there's everything here."

Ryan said. "No, I need a guy like you, someone who can adapt to changing circumstances."

Taylor said. "Then I need to prepare the promethium and food. From what I've read, if the Primarch feels something calling him, that's definitely not a good thing."

Zabril said. "I thought you would refuse."

Taylor replied. "I've been through so much, and running away won't get me anywhere."

"Sometimes I wonder if I had chosen to strike at Abaddon's location, perhaps the Empire wouldn't be like this."

The Lion King said, "You did well, especially on Cadia. Don't blame yourself."

"Now, get your things ready and let's go."

Those simplified mortal Lion Guards also stepped forward, as if they were willing to live and die with Ryan.

Ryan now looked at Zabril, as if asking.

Look at what you have done. Was this set up so that he can protect those mortals?

Zabril lowered his head awkwardly at this moment, looking at the Seiko bomb in his hand, muttering to himself.

"Oh, this bomb..."

"How beautiful! Look at the pattern."

"Father, what did you say?"