Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 35 Chaos Waste Code
As the Casting Demon was killed, two people widened their eyes at the same time. Gao Yi looked at the 1 psychic crystals that suddenly came into his account with a confused look on his face. Only after Norris reported to him did he understand the situation.

"Forge Demon? Isn't this a demonic machine? Is this guy Cantor connected with the Dark Mechanicus?"

At this time, Zesta, who was on the bridge of the Tyrant, was also stunned.

One of the forging demons bestowed by the great Soul Forge Lord Vashtor died? Who was that person?

"Damon! Some Chaos-tainted mechanical creations have appeared within this battleship. Their armor is very strong! Your weapons may not be able to penetrate it successfully! Where are you? I'm here to support you!"

"You're too late! We've already run into these guys! What the heck is this thing, a living machine? Don't come over here, we can hold on for now! Go and complete the mission the captain gave you!"

Just as Damon and the others were about to retreat, they ran into corrupted technicians and forging demons who were looking for them.

There were even a dozen Rangers trapped in the cabin next door.

The combat effectiveness of these guys is far beyond that of the ordinary soldiers on this battleship.

As soon as Damon went out, he was hit by a barrage of bullets from the Forging Demon.

My goodness, if he hadn't changed into this platinum combat suit, he might not have been able to withstand it.

But even so, the impact made Damon feel as if his internal organs were displaced.

Compared to Space Marines, there is still a gap between the mortal bodies of Ranger users.

"Hold them off! The other teams have received the signal and are rushing to support them! They will be the ones surrounded then. There's no need to make unnecessary sacrifices."

Damon hurried to stop the rangers from rushing out. The losses this time were already great enough, and every veteran was precious.

He admired the fearlessness of the humans in this world, but when facing the enemy he couldn't always keep shouting that sacrifice was the cornerstone of humanity, and for the sake of the God-Emperor, why not charge forward and return to the Golden Throne?

It seems that sacrifice and death are insignificant things in this world.

"Zesta, is this the truth you speak of?"

Kantor looked at Zesta angrily. He talked so much but achieved nothing?

He took the risk of taking in this guy who was labeled a heretic by the Mechanicus, wasn't it just so that he could eliminate those enemies for him at the critical moment?
What happened now? One forge fiend was killed by an unknown entity, while the other was held back by the enemy.

Zesta, who was originally confident of victory, was no longer calm.

He said nothing, he was waiting, waiting for the piece of junk code he made to play its role.

At this time, the waste code did not show any abnormality.

Ever since the waste code caused serious damage in several major battles of the empire.

The current Thinker system will have a special review code to review abnormal codes. Once discovered, a program called Hunter Code will be activated.

Waste codes also have different strengths, and it all depends on the level of the producer.

Obviously, Zesta's level has not reached the point where he can instantly paralyze and repair a warship, otherwise he would not have to rely on Cantor to cover his whereabouts.

The waste code produced by Zesta is of a corrupt nature.

This type of waste code is well hidden, but once it enters the hands of priests and technicians, it spreads its corruption. The priests aboard the Tyrant were originally uncorrupted, but Zesta relied on this waste code to persuade them to abandon their faith in the Om Messiah. If it were to corrupt and control the priests aboard the Golden Ram, these individuals, who were intimately familiar with the warship, would bring fatal damage to it.

Because of this battle, almost all the priests were on duty. They operated the Thinkers, maintained the damaged equipment, and soothed the Machine Spirits. Their connection with these mechanical creations also became the medium for the invasion of the scrap code.

The waste codes seemed to have found a breakthrough. They split and multiplied. Under the blessing of the evil magic of the subspace, countless sections of code that should not have existed in the sacred circuit revealed their true appearance.

The hunting program in the Thinker also discovered them, but the waste code multiplied too quickly. The hunting program cleaned up a considerable part of it, but the remaining waste code still penetrated into the priest's processing components.

One by one, the priests stopped their work, and sparks continued to fly from their mechanical bodies.

Their bodies began to twitch as if they were in unbearable pain.

Pavian, who was overseeing the STC production in the barracks, also discovered something unusual.

He did not directly operate the Thinker, and the system network that completely isolated the barracks from the battleship also protected them from the invasion of the waste code. It was for this reason that Pavian did not suffer from the invasion of the waste code in the first place.

But the other technicians and priests in the foundry were not so lucky.

The sound processing components on their bodies constantly emitted a shrill noise.

"What on earth is going on?!" He hurried to his colleague's side to check.

But when he touched the body of the priest who was kneeling on the ground, Fei Ma also began to infiltrate him.

"Oh, Om Messiah! The sacred circuits have been invaded and polluted! It's the apostates!!!"

Feeling his voice becoming increasingly uncontrollable, Pavian realized what was going on.

Garbage code was attacking his processing units, and fragments of blasphemous knowledge and images were being forced into his brain.

Waste code is tempting these priests who believe in Om Messiah to fall into corruption. It is promoting the beauty of forbidden knowledge, and false images are trying to destroy the faith of these priests.

The fallen Mars, the monopoly of knowledge, the oppression of those who seek knowledge, tells the priests that as long as they throw themselves into the arms of the great Valtosh, they will have the right to study all knowledge, and countless technologies will be shared with them. What a temptation this is for the priests of the Mechanicus.
"This is all fake. I have personally seen the true Om Messiah. I have witnessed the birth of the Holy Machines. They are the maintainers and guardians of all mechanical things in the world. They are completely beyond this world."

The faith in Pavian's heart began to help him fight against these useless codes.

The holy machines that Pavian mentioned were none other than those SCVs.

The abnormality of the priests was immediately reported to Gao Yi who was on the bridge. Gao Yi knew what was happening below without even listening to the report. While the units that jumped over shared their vision with Gao Yi, Gao Yi's subspace projection was also changing.

A force he had never felt before was strengthening his warp projection, although this force was still pitifully weak. After all, the priests who worshipped SCV now only existed in his battleship.

“Is this faith?”

And as this faith entered his warp projection, his Xel'Naga projection actually responded to these priests?

"Ah? Dare the beliefs of the Adeptus Mechanicus be more mixed?"

Originally, the Mechanicus's belief was the Trinity. Om Messiah represented the God-Emperor, the God of All Machines represented the fragments of the Void Dragon buried on Mars, and some members of the order believed in sources of energy such as electricity. These three existences divided the faith of the order's members.

With the emergence of Vashtor, who is believed in by the Dark Mechanicus, he has gained a share of the faith generated by mechanical technology in the physical universe. Now, Gao Yi has also joined this big table.

(End of this chapter)