Seeing the sudden move of his entourage, Arni immediately raised his head and immediately saw above them, a bloodless corpse like a frozen fish hanging from the ceiling.
It was a strong middle-aged man, naked and with a shaved head. His eyes were open and staring. His throat had been cut open, like an animal that had been bled before being slaughtered. A clean cut line extended from the neck to the ears.
At the same time, his hands and feet were tied and hooked by a sharp metal hook, and his ankles were partially pierced.
Suhrab had seen a lot of the world and did not show any surprise. He coughed lightly and said:
"Gyogi, don't make a fuss. This is the temple of Omnisiah. Be pious."
The leading priest then recited a prayer.
"The journey back to life is in the arms of Omnisiah."
Then Suhrab walked to Arni.
"Master, let's go."
The pale Arni nodded and took steps forward. In fact, what shocked him was not the corpse. He had seen all kinds of corpses in the past few days in the army, and there was no corpse that could surprise him.
What really shocked him was the act of treating people like animals, right above their heads, with row after row of human bodies hanging on the suspended conveyor belt. Everyone had their heads lowered, frozen stiff by the low temperature. There was something in this
They were old and young, male and female, with pale skin and dark skin, with their bony bodies exposed.
The claims of human superiority by the priests are as ridiculous here as the broken Aquila emblem trampled into the mud.
The standardization of the Mechanicum is reflected in the cold cruelty of this place. Each person has a hook strung on his body, tags on his ears and toes, and an identical incision on his throat.
Arni hoped in his heart that these people were just mobs, but he saw that some people still had tattoos on their bodies, which was a common type among the Astra Militarum.
Probably, to the sages of the Mechanicus, the honor and dignity of the deceased are not worth mentioning.
The next room is larger and colder.
The floors and walls are clean gray-white, and lights of different colors dye them. Rows of neat assembly lines are busy operating, bulky robotic arms rise and fall, conveyor belts roll forward, and tools gleam in the frost.
Glowing, various screens flashed on the humming array of cogitators, lifeless slaves were constantly being carried back and forth, and at the source of each conveyor belt stood a member of the Mechanicus, their red cloaks stained with
Some frost, and the metal on their bodies should be as cold as their hearts.
Arni didn't want to look at the things on the conveyor belt, but his attention was completely out of his control. The arms and legs of some corpses had been broken or were being removed, but their torsos and heads were still intact.
There is also a huge steel device with binary language written on the wall. The cage in the corner holds rows of specimen jars. Their glass has been covered with frost, and inside are floating brains——
For those corpses that have been cut up, more senior personnel will cut open the brains and start the actual transformation. For those whose brains can no longer be used, new brain wetware will be transplanted according to the actual condition of the body.
For those whose bodies are determined to be of little value, their brains will be removed. Where will the corpses be sent afterwards?
Arni remembered the previous food processing factory——
"This is Sage Fei Patrick."
They came to a huge array of meditators. Suhrab walked up to a priest wearing a dark red robe with silver trim. The other person's legs had been replaced by multiple-structured metal arthropod walking devices, and his body was covered with a lot of modifications.
The metal organ has a high bulge on its back, and some metal cans of chemical reagents can be seen, and its face, well, it’s hard to call it a face, it’s just a metal mask composed of many observation units and detectors.
Arni was quite familiar with these people. On the one hand, there were mechanical priests serving in the family, and on the other hand, his father often invited some senior Mechanicus members who worked in the hive to visit his home.
He did not perform the Sky Eagle Salute, but took out a gear badge and held it in his hand, then bowed slightly.
"May the Omnisiah bless these great and sacred machines, hello Sage Fipatrick."
"Hello, Captain Arni."
A monotonous mechanical voice came from under the mask. Although some emotional unit simulation components were added, it was still difficult to speak like a living person.
Moreover, while the other party was talking to Arni, the mechanical arm behind him was constantly tapping on the meditator array, showing his superb ability to do two things.
"Sage, I heard that you have three termite boring machines here?"
"This is what I told Mr. Suhrab."
"Well, that's right. We plan to launch a quick strike against those traitors and try to end the battle in the shortest possible time, so we hope to borrow those three termite boring machines."
The mechanical sage's visual observer flashed slightly, and then replied:
"Can."
Arni was a little surprised by the other party's straightforwardness. He even thought that he would at least put forward some conditions.
Then he immediately realized that Suhrab had probably negotiated terms or reached some kind of deal with the other party, but what the specific content was, it was probably related to the mining of the planet. After all, Arni's father was still the main leader of the expeditionary force.
The person in charge of logistics has a lot of benefits to exchange, which means it doesn't make any sense whether he comes or not this time.
Suhrab's intention in asking him to come here is obviously not only to get to know this sage who may be closely related to his family business in the future, but also more likely to make him realize the real "cruel" side of war and weaken his unnecessary
of compassion.
Arni was not sure whether his point of view had loosened, but looking at the corpses, he suddenly realized that there was indeed some kind of unbridgeable gap between himself and the soldiers.
"Commander Arni, why did you reject my request to use your regiment's fallen soldiers? We are in urgent need of a large amount of biomass now. Burying them in the soil or burning them is an unnecessary waste."
Hearing the sudden question raised by the other party, Arnis thought for a moment and then answered:
"Because they are my soldiers."
"Soldiers are just consumables. They have 99.1% overlap in positioning and function with servitors."
Arni pursed his lips. He didn't like this way of speaking, and he found that his point of view had not wavered.
"This is a promise and an obligation. I have the power to let them die, but I also have the responsibility to let them leave with dignity."
The sage looked at him, said nothing, turned around and continued his work.
Arni also got what he wanted and borrowed the termite boring machine he needed. Then he went to Oranios and told his decision. The other party didn't say anything, but just asked for a lot of weapons and equipment. Arni was not stingy about what he wanted.