Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 384 Necromancer Crypt
A dark road stretched downwards as if to the center of the earth.

Ancient rocks depict the former greatness of the Necronomicon Dynasty.

Those paintings, which should have been left by other races they enslaved, have been carved on the rocks since the day the Silent King declared his dormancy.

The pigments' special structure and psychic properties protect the colors from fading, and the underground location prevents the rocks from weathering.

Taylor went underground with his soldiers, along with many special greenskins called Special Forces Boys.

They walked quickly forward through the Mechanicus members in front of them, while Calgar went down with 30 Zerg veterans on the other side.

Because this was the area controlled by the Mechanicus, they believed that they would not be attacked, even though Taylor was still cautious and brought most of the elite troops and almost endless weapons and equipment.

Karga was almost the same. He didn't want to run out of bullets before his men fell.

The great sage responded with a mocking tone.

"We have stationed the entire Skitarii Corps here. After calculations, we have concluded that under the protection of the 1335th Skitarii Regiment, it would take approximately 12 times the number of Skitarii Corps casualties to capture this place."

Calgar said, "In other words, only 30 Space Marines are needed to take it down."

"One area requires 12 times the troops?"

"Your tactical computing module needs to be replaced, Sage."

"You can't cram an entire legion into a narrow passage, and the firepower of a legion can't overlap."

"12 times? If your defenders only have 60 men, and we have 30 elite soldiers, we can kill your soldiers and gradually widen the gap."

"Then 12 times is 0."

"There is no such thing as calculation on the battlefield, only reality, blood, and death."

"I fired, killed him, and widened the power gap, that's all."

"You can't make your soldiers never slack off, nor can you guarantee victory in war forever. Calculations and inferences can be wrong, but reality won't."

The sage retorted sarcastically, "Isn't Lord Calgar just talking nonsense?"

"Our calculations used a complex 64-bit inference system, consuming 30 pieces of living wetware, to determine the optimal number of people to guard this place."

"No more, no less, one legion is enough."

Taylor couldn't listen anymore.

"Sage, if it were me, I would send two legions to work in two shifts. After all, even highly modified Skitarii will tire."

"I understand your choice to save manpower, but this is an alien tomb, and it's connected to your core area."

"And you told me that there was only one legion, or about a thousand men, serving as the garrison?"

"There's no such thing as being so careless. Even a rookie knows that strategic locations must be heavily guarded!"

The sage was still stubborn. "My calculations are correct. I am the commander of the forge here and an apostle of the God of All Machines."

Calgar said, "I'm no outsider, sage. We're even among the elite. If you're unwilling to listen to our advice, it's simply because you have a different opinion."

"That's enough for this topic. We still need to deal a fatal blow to Abaddon. We need a deep strike force. Let's take a look at the current situation first."

The sage rarely fell silent. He was in a bad mood recently, or to be more precise, his processor was in a bad mood.

He had long since abandoned many human emotions, but now he had to face what he had abandoned.

Because those guys are pissing him off!

He forced his processor to lower its core temperature, and his massive body sped forward, passing through several Imperial-fortified gates and using his indicators to open the pistons and metal shutters.

Amid the clicking sounds of machinery and gears, those ancient green alien devices and complex alien characters gradually appeared here.

But Taylor could still see that the dormant chambers of the undead were in such good condition, with the ancient equipment still intact. It was as if they were still there yesterday, ready to rise and restore their glory and greatness at any time.

The scattered imperial equipment and parts on the ground did not bring a sense of security. In addition, the technology of the catacombs also used pocket space technology, and the actual area was much larger than the theoretical area underground.

It was a complex technique, a skill comparable to magic, that the Empire could never master.

"Oh my God, the Emperor is above us," Taylor thought uneasily. He was once again in danger, and with a ridiculous and arrogant mechanical sage.

He walked past the ruins of Imperial equipment, the transport vehicles empty, parts scattered haphazardly on the ground from boxes printed with the Imperial Sky Eagle.

Taylor could see those complex parts falling to the ground, a gift from the Imperial Forge World, but now they looked like garbage.

A cold wind blew across his body, a cold wind coming from the dark corners of the tomb world, and his always useful sixth sense once again pricked his nerves.

The great sage of the Mechanicus said complacently.

His voice was filled with the creaking sound of electricity, like a rickety machine. "My Forging Corps remains here, fulfilling the Lord of All Machines' mission."

"By Om Messiah, the Black Legion cannot invade here, contrary to what Lord Calgar said."

"I am the Forge Commander. My calculations are correct. The probability of the enemy discovering and capturing this place is approximately 0.36."

"Chaos Space Marines are not experts at exploration, and the Black Legion cannot possibly have discovered this place."

"This is the will of the God of All Machines."

Karga said as he looked at the parts scattered all over the floor.

"will?"

"You call the chaos here will or safety?"

"I certainly didn't see any corpses or signs of battle, but I also don't believe your legion would leave behind so many precious divine machines."

"The Emperor."

"Something's going on here, absolutely."

Calgar said uneasily.

At this moment, Taylor suddenly said, "There's something here, right here."

The sage said. "I have not seen it, by the Lord of All Machines. I have the best sensors, and Lord Karga and his soldiers are the best superhuman warriors."

"Why should I listen to you, mortal?"

Calgar said warily, "No, you'd better listen to a warrior who has experienced many more battlefields than you."

"If he was really a slow-witted person, he would have died on the front line long ago."

"Set up a cordon and prepare for attack!"

As soon as the words fell, the Space Marines were ready, already strong enough to resist the enemy behind cover and at sufficient tactical distance.

The sage remained unconcerned, thinking his defense was flawless until a dark green crystal brushed past his head.

The only reason he is alive now is that Taylor shot in advance, killing the assassin early.

Now a strange creature wearing a black shell suddenly fell down. The chitin or bone-like material, the pointed and tall head and the slender body told them who it was.

As the explosive bomb opened the cracks in the armor, blood mixed with fragments flowed out, and a sharp and low Eldar language was heard.

Probably means.

Annihilate!

(End of this chapter)