Chapter 53: Life is hopeless
The Tech-Priests suddenly understood. "This is the surprise!"
"I knew my good big brother wouldn't lie to me. Let's go! Let me see my precious battleship." Francis chuckled and returned to Keelbor Hal's side.
Everyone followed them out of the laboratory. Along the way, they encountered many technical personnel debugging machinery at all times. They focused intently on adjusting device parameters, but they just couldn't get them to work.
Even constantly ringing bells and praising the Omnissiah in unison didn't always work.
Until, a large green Ork hand appeared before their eyes.
Bang, bang, bang!
As Francis patted the machine casing, the device malfunction that had been causing them so much frustration was instantly fixed.
"An ancient secret technique from the 2k era can solve ninety-nine percent of your problems," Francis's gentle voice, with its unique Ork accent, sounded in their ears.
The Tech-Priests turned to look. Although they realized the other party was an Ork, it didn't diminish their reverence for his technology!
"Great Omnissiah, an Ork who can speak human language, is this your messenger?"
"Great omnissiah, is this a sage from among the crude Orks? Will he bring us new knowledge!"
"....."
The Tech-Priests continuously thanked their god. They didn't even know who Francis was. And no one thanked him.
Francis: '.....Ungrateful bastard'
The Tech-Priests who witnessed all of this developed even more admiration for Francis. The seeds of a new school of thought were sown at this moment.
Little did they know, in the near future, the Adeptus Mechanicus would engage in a fierce dispute over how many times to pat a machine during repairs, the rhythm of the pats, and even the force and angle of the pats.
Keelbor Hal's eyes, on the other hand, were filled with immense excitement, and his evaluation of his second brother's value continued to rise.
In fact, Francis's importance could now be compared to the Dark Age of Technology on Terra.
.....
Meanwhile, on Istvan V.
Horus blissfully listened to the music from the box, completely immersed in self-pity, for his children were rebelling against their father.
Mortarion, beside him, was also looking at the box Francis had given him. He happened to see the second prince in it tricking his Emperor father onto a ship, and then, by killing the Emperor's other children, forcing the Emperor to compromise.
He watched with some bewilderment, then flipped through and saw a man leading an old couple on a hike. Everyone was used to hiking, but unexpectedly, the man pushed the old couple down.
The more Mortarion watched, the more uneasy he felt. He inexplicably superimposed the face of Typhon, the First Captain of the Death Guard, onto the character. He always felt that the other party's attitude lately was off.
At the same time, Fulgrim also broke free from his madness, tossing aside the Dark Eldar at hand, and asked, "Do you know where Francis went?"
"He has already left, and he asked me to give this to you." With that, Mortarion tossed the box to him, then snorted and turned to leave.
Taking the box, Fulgrim's eyes showed some surprise. At the same time, his gaze constantly switched between Horus and Mortarion.
He had received an epiphany in his pleasure.
To achieve greater stimulation, he could only choose to absorb the power of other Primarchs.
Fulgrim greedily licked his lips, wondering which Primarch would be sweeter.
Until.
They arrived at their battleships, especially the Vengeful Spirit and the Emperor's Pride, which had already had almost half of their materials removed, with smashed holes everywhere.
A Tech-Priest, also half-dismantled, hopped out, crying out in immense sadness, "Warmaster! Those Orks did it! They not only dismantled the ship, but they also peed inside!"
"They all took important engines, even those on my body…Woo woo woo~" With a plop, he fell directly to the ground.
It was still the familiar smell, still the familiar recipe. The difference was that this time, the other party was even more excessive!
Horus, watching this scene, suddenly went blank, his eyes showing a detached look, a smile on his face. "Heh heh~ So he really is Francis, he's truly amazing~"
He turned to ask Fulgrim how he was doing, but seeing the hideous expression on his face, he understood everything.
"I'm still alright, I just lost an engine. What I dont understand is why are your loss so severe here!" Mortarion was a bit confused.
Horus maintained the same expression and called Perturabo via psychic communication, saying,
"Send another squad to Istvan V. Our ships are all broken. We need you to bring three engines and many parts here."
Before the other party could say anything, Horus continued, "Among so many brothers, I trust you the most!"
After hanging up, Horus just lay on the ground, spread out like a cross. He suddenly felt that nothing mattered anymore~
He had never seen an enemy more beastly than Francis in his life!
On the other end of the phone.
The sky was obscured by thick smoke, and the ground trembled from frequent artillery bombardments.
The Knight Rangers continuously harassed the Iron Warriors' formation, drawing fire and creating offensive opportunities for the Fire Lizards.
The Fire Lizards, in turn, used the terrifying power of fire to continuously scorch the Iron Warriors' armor, gradually weakening their defensive capabilities.
Perturabo, deeply embroiled in the war at this moment, was about to say something when the call ended.
"Hello? Hello!"
"I haven't even spoken yet!!!" Perturabo was very angry. Just as he was about to explode, a Leman Russ tank charged out and fired two shots at him.
It blasted him directly, making him stumble.
"Damn it! What Warmaster! He is just like the False Emperor! An infuriating bastard !!!" Perturabo violently rushed out of the smoke, directly crashing into the tank!
"Lord Primarch, what should we do?"
Hearing this question, Perturabo said even more furiously, "What else can we do! Retreat! All of you retreat! Your company, take the engines and go to Istvan V!"
Seeing that those people were still in a daze, Perturabo was about to explode with anger, shouting hysterically, "If I tell you to go, then go! Do you want to be killed one by one!"
The Iron Warriors trembled and quickly followed his orders.
To catch Francis on Mars, Perturabo charged through one defensive checkpoint after another, his subordinates dying in waves.
He even had a feeling that his single legion was bearing all the pressure of advancing on Terra!
Thinking of this, Perturabo became even angrier, constantly roaring, "Francis, don't let me catch you!"
"If I find you, I'll tear you apart alive!!!"
"Catch, catch, catch! Is it really so necessary to catch him? What Warmaster! What Imperium! The most hateful is the False Emperor!"
"Right, and what Chaos also, bunch of hiding cowards!"
All Perturabo could do was continuously send out his Iron Warriors, constantly crushing forward….
[End of Chapter]
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