Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 85: Mechanicus girls, start praying!
They were about to die, be occupied, be devoured, and become one of them.

The wisdom and efforts of dozens of generations were wasted, and the demons of Nurgle were about to touch the city of Om Messiah.

They have given their all, every drop of blood has been dripped into Cosette's steel jungle, everyone has taken up arms to face the invading plague zombies, the broken assembly line is running at full speed, bullets pop out from the steel chain track and are stuffed into the gun barrels in an instant, everything, they have given their all.

But it's no use.

The best opportunity has been missed. The great sage who controls this forging world misjudged the power of the devil. His arrogant attitude towards the enemy made Cosette fall into the abyss step by step. Now the corpse of the great sage is still hanging at the top of Cosette's world furnace, and under the gorgeous red silk is a scum despised by everyone.

If he fails, Red Rust's mechanical body will be covered with green spores, the power of the loving father will call back "his" soul from the ocean of souls, and a new Great Sage of Plague will come to devour all living things.

God, save them. Cosette Forge World is a shining mechanical pearl. The God of Machines will not tolerate His wisdom falling into the hands of Nurgle demons.

They were still praying, still resisting, and still struggling, but the demon fleet covered the entire sky. They were cut off from the outside world, and their only hope was themselves.

At the last moment before the main star was blocked, they received no news of rescue from the outside world.

They were inevitably sliding into the abyss, and in one day at most, everything about Cosette would be stained with the dirty color of the Nurgle demon.

When they realized that the final outcome would still be destruction, people no longer actively organized logistics and strategies. They simply shouted slogans of Ohm Messiah and rushed out desperately and miserably. The sharp claws of the plague zombies ruthlessly tore apart their bodies. Wires were entangled with pieces of flesh and blood, piled together in a mess. Fat and blood made them greasy, and rust cheered like moss.

Perhaps the destruction of a forge world is not worth mentioning in the eyes of an empire as bloated as a behemoth, and it does not cause any ripples in the selfish and ruthless Martian forging network, but in the eyes of people who have lived on this forge world for generations, this is the end of their entire world, the upside-down and shattering of the world they have always depended on for survival.

God gave up on them.

But even if God gave up on them, they were unwilling to give up on God.

Some troops are still struggling in the city filled with plague-ridden zombies. They rely on the complex network of underground networks to fight guerrilla warfare against the demons of Nurgle.

They were not afraid of pain and sacrifice, and used their meager lives to light up Cosette's fire of hope. They would rather endure the pain of being bitten by thousands of corpses than delay the plague army of zombies from moving towards the Hall of Glory.

At the very center of the city, there is a gigantic Mechanicus building that resembles a giant bronze book with intricate structures. This part that occupies the entire core of the planet is an unrepeatable miracle in the history of industry and a thriving heart furnace.

The barrel-shaped traffic pipes are fixed with rivets one by one, radiating to the entire city like the branches of a tree crown.

In these tree branch pipes that facilitate the transportation of materials, you can vaguely see scattered blurry figures crawling through them. They are the plague zombies that have crawled into the pipes from all corners of the city.

The Mechanicus Crusaders and Imperial warriors, in groups of two or three, used their guns and daggers to fight desperately with these evil god's servants who could not feel pain and were not afraid of death.

At the bottom floor of the Bronze Tree Building, in a laboratory with a strong Oil Man decoration style, the biological sage Philia is extracting genetic cells from the captured living plague zombies. She is researching a potion that can end this disaster.

This Mechanicus girl has an amazing figure. Under her red vestments, she has a pair of long and beautiful legs that stretch forward and backward, and her plump, white legs are faintly visible as she moves.

Mortals who are unaware of the Mechanicus have begun challenging gyms.

Experienced residents of the Empire who know the personalities of these oil men can only feel pity.

How could the oil man who worships "flesh and blood are weak, and machinery is ascension" leave himself such a pair of beautiful legs that lead to crime?

Her calves had been removed in the first round of transformation and replaced with high-performance artificial muscles, fine gold bones and high-performance mechanical legs. She could walk briskly on the complex surface and abnormal temperature difference of Mars.

Under the red holy vestments, that tempting sexy body is already 72% mechanical.

However, as big foodies in Warhammer 4, they have retained the original muscles of their mouths in order to savor the delicacies that delight the Machine Spirits.

Therefore, if you succeed in hooking up with this Mechanicus girl, the Sage of Bioticism, you can still experience a bit of Slaanesh's culture.

"Why? Why does Cosette have to face all this?"

"Lord, if you really exist, why are you indifferent to the dust of knowledge? Is everything we believe in still just a lie?"

"Answer me! Answer me, my Lord!"

Outside the door, the collapsed Mechanicus monk shouted at the top of his lungs, and after a burst of painful wails, there were more low, creepy roars.

The being from the highest heaven watched them, the clicking sounds of gears and cogs began to resonate, the metal wires twisted like living things, the flames struck the solid walls of steel, the steam and arcs were a beautiful song, the chaotic ticking danced wildly, and His consciousness lowered its head from the throne of the furnace.

Whispers were heard in the chaos. There was a tacit understanding in the war among the gods, which was tacit and hidden. The Lord of Change naturally liked the noisy upheaval.

On one end of the scale is a ladder to climb upward, and on the other end is the beginning of a shattered empire.

The Plague Agent he was talking to said in a slow and polite voice that the Fearless Vanguard's rock gray paint had already turned his armor into a gorgeous and dreamy light color, like a dream after accidentally eating a poisonous mushroom.

"I am seeking the Chosen One here. I can't wait to get him."

"I'm also going to seek toys here. His body makes me want to stop."

"I'm going to seek the championship here. He's the one with the strongest muscles and the best fighting ability."

bang bang bang --

The Plague Zombies used every method their atrophied brains could think of, including clawing, biting, or spitting high-strength concentrated acid to destroy the metal gates blocking them.

The door was about to collapse, and at the moment of collapse, the eyes of the biological sage Filia shone brightly, and she raised the blue reagent in her hand with great excitement.

This is the antidote to control the plague zombies!
In the tightly closed facility, the red mechanical eyes of the biological sage Filia slowly opened.

"What has happened to Cosette?"

Outside the facility, the holy archangel spoke slowly.

Sleep! I haven’t slept for almost 48 hours. I can’t take it anymore!

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(End of this chapter)