The dim light shines on the silver metal surface, and it is like a pure marble. The surrounding light spots are reflected on its surface, just like a field of dim stars. On the surface where the "starlight" is refracted, a

The stiff face slipped from there, and the long hose hanging on the face cast a faint shadow in the light.

He was walking beside the silver armor, and the long refueling gun in his hand was dragging on the ground, swaying from side to side with his stiff footsteps. The wall of the pipe on one side hit a pair of slender high-pass boots.

There is a long row of buttons on the front and a raised upper, just like those combat boots worn by battle nuns.

Those were indeed a pair of combat boots, especially considering the reflective breastplate she wore on her chest and the armor on her wrists. She looked at the pipe that hit her ankle, frowned and looked at the man,

The fiery red hair tied into a ponytail on the back of her head swayed with her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She strode forward and asked the person dragging the fuel pipe. To be precise, that was not a person, but a servitor, so it was considered... half a person?

The servitor raised his head, and his dull eyes looked even more expressionless in the dim launch corridor, "According to the Navy's pre-departure operating instructions, the departing fighter aircraft should carry out fuel verification and refueling, but I,

No oil pipeline was found." "That's because it's not needed. Leave now." "According to regulations." "I said, leave!"

The servitor was silent for a moment and made a light ticking sound, obviously performing authority calculations in his mind, but in the end he chose to nod, "Yes, Ms. Yeta."

This soulless corpse carried the refueling gun and left. Yeta watched him walk away, and then waved to the other servitors around, ordering them to leave. She didn't like these guys getting close to the Skyhawk, her own ship, okay

Well, at least for the time being, it is my own ship.

Yeta hates people touching her. Except for people she trusts, anyone who touches Yeta's things without permission will make her furious, whether it is a real person or just performing a monotonous procedure.

But fortunately, the servitors are more obedient than real people.

Yeta came to the nose of the Skyhawk. She raised her head and looked at the unique window without any glass. Its surface was completely smooth, just like a water droplet suspended on the ground. Yeta stretched out her hand and leaned against it.

At the nose of the aircraft, you can feel the heartbeat beneath it. It is a sound that ordinary people cannot hear. To many people, it is a dead thing, but to Ye Ta, it is alive.

The machine soul whispered under the silver surface, and its voice echoed in Yeta's mind. She closed her eyes, "I know that all we can do is to pass through a group of orcs with well-developed limbs and simple minds.

It's just in the past, yes, I know that the sand on the ground will make you very uncomfortable, but this is a mission, I promise that I will clean you when I go back."

"Who are you talking to?" "Commissar Yarek, I'm talking to it." "It?" "Machine soul, I'm talking to the machine soul." Yarek walked over from the side, and the political commissar was dressed as always.

Wearing a long black coat, his heavy mechanical arm shimmered in the dim light around him.

Their understanding is interoperable. Yeta learned a lot from the Skyhawk, things she didn't know before, many ancient stories about the golden age. Of course, Vito asked her to keep it secret. She didn't ask too much. Yeta believed it.

He will do what he says.

Yarik, the King of Destruction, grinned boldly and looked towards him. Apart from his strong body, the most conspicuous thing about the King of Destruction was his blind eyes. One of his eyes was blind and he looked a little scary, but

When you see his friendly and generous smile, you will not worry too much about anything.

The hunter came to Yarek. He was holding a helmet and two pistols on his waist. Yarek nodded to him, "The Catachan jungle warriors and I have fought side by side more than once." "Then this can be done.

Do you want to trust us? In this mission, we need to trust each other." "I don't know you yet, but if I do, maybe I will." "Haha! Then you will understand us in no time.

"

The King of Destruction said boldly from the side, and the hunter nodded, "We will complete the task as quickly as possible. If there is trouble, we will solve it." "Yes, but this time it is more boring than I thought.

I thought we were going to kill the bosses of the orcs." "This is a reconnaissance mission, King of Destruction, if next time, you will have a chance to use your destructive power."

Machines are more reliable than people. They keep secrets. No one can learn from its mouth things that the owner does not want others to know. At this point, Yeta can understand why the Mechanicus believes that machines are better than humans.

More advanced and trustworthy.

The King of Destruction put down a huge box. His hands were not mechanical arms, but armored, but they were still quite strong. Those fists were like cannonballs, veritable iron fists. His arms were quite thick.

Just like himself, burly and tall, like a small Astartes.

The Mechanicus will definitely be obsessed with it, although, that's all. This kind of technology is probably something that even a priest or a sage would not be able to understand after spending several lifetimes. Let alone imitating it, even understanding it may be a challenge.

problem.

They stayed in the darkness for a while. After those huge shadows passed by, the lights were turned on again. The instantaneous process from dark to bright made the Destruction King's eyes very uncomfortable. He rubbed his only one.

Eyes, "What are those?" "The orc's giant ship."

The technician was interrupted, but what interrupted him was not anyone present, but the surrounding environment. All the lights went out, and a darkness instantly enveloped the entire runway. "Hey! Who turned off the lights? Damn it, technician, put it off."

Turn on the lights, damn, where's my flashlight?" "Wait a minute."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yarick, spitting out the toothpick he was chewing, "Sightsight." He introduced himself, and Yeta nodded, "Sightsight is our sniper, the All-Expeditionary Force, maybe

He is the best sniper. He can hit the nostril of a grunt running wildly on a motorcycle from one kilometer away." "I can also hit faster things."

"Destruction King, are you ready with everything?" "Okay, if you want to blow up a mountain, I'll be with you at any time." "Ha, good, but I hope you don't need these bombs. What about the others? Automatic reconnaissance

Are the skulls and planet scanners in there?" "They are, and the technicians are working on these tough guys." "I call it finesse."

Several people were silent, watching the shadows moving past. One of the long shadows squirmed past the runway. It was connected by countless chain shadows, just like a worm crawling on the runway. It was very long and quite long.

It was so long that it took a while to finally pass.

Yarick glanced at Yeta hesitantly, with doubts in his eyes, but he hid it well. Under the face of Old Chen, it was difficult for people to see what he was thinking, "Maybe, but it will not be good for us."

This mission won’t be of much use, so let’s start with the matter at hand first. Can you already drive it?”

"That's the technician, our best technical officer." "Nice to meet you." "Ha, don't be humble, technician." "I think this is an objective fact."

Yeta's hand reluctantly moved away from the Skyhawk. The machine soul sensor was instantly disconnected, which made her a little disappointed, but Yeta didn't show it. She passed by the side of the Skyhawk's silver-white fuselage and came to the machine that was lowered at the end.

At the hatch, there are several dark equipment boxes placed here.

Yarick looked at the four people on the back of the Skyhawk. He observed them carefully, while Yeta on the side smiled and put one hand on his hip and raised his hand to introduce him, "This big guy is the King of Destruction."

"Hello, ha, your robotic arm must be as powerful as mine."

Yarick looked at the Skyhawk. His human fingers touched the body of the Skyhawk lightly, "That's good. Come on, your men are waiting for you." "They are too.

Your subordinates." "The subordinates I don't know cannot be called mine." "Then, come on, I will introduce them to you, you will like them."

"Well done, Technician. You see, like I said, the best technical officer, and that one over there is Echo, an outstanding member of the Mechanicus." "I am not a member of the Mechanicus, but I am indeed a member of the Mechanicus.

They've modified it." The man named Echo came over. His most striking feature was the mechanical arm on his right hand. The end of the arm was replaced by a data latch. His legs were also mechanical, like a protective shield.

The biggest difference between the Jiajun and the Skitarii is that although his brain has been mechanically modified and has several obvious electrodes, he still has complete self-awareness.

For example, she knew from this that the Skyhawk did not need to be refueled at all. It carried an artificial satellite star system electromagnet as its power source. It was a puzzling technology. Gold

The humans of the era transformed an artificial or compressed galaxy into a battery, thereby providing a truly continuous power source for machinery. That power came from the small universe inside. When Ye Ta sensed its existence, he was surprised

Speechless, Vito just shrugged.

"Yes, I have already learned it." Ye Ta responded proudly. When she reached the soul level connection with the machine soul, she was already familiar with everything about this ancient machine. Similarly, it also knew its own, Ye Ta

This was the first time for Ta to expose her memories and true thoughts to a machine, but it did not make her feel uncomfortable.

Yarick nodded affirmatively to the echo, and then followed Yeta's finger to look at the fourth man walking in the shadow in the distance. He was a gloomy man, with no expression on his face that could be called positive, as if he had been there forever.

Shrouded in hatred, he sat on a box on the side with a sniper rifle on his shoulder. His whole body was like the gun. As long as people looked at him, they could feel chills on their backs. And you, just like

I don't even want to give my back to him.

As the technician stood up, he wore a helmet on his head. On the mask part was a scanner. He looked at the data plate in his hand and meticulously checked the preparations. "I believe we are ready. I will rewrite it."

We have developed the program for detecting the skull and improved its exhaust structure, so that it can replace us and go to many windy and sandy areas for reconnaissance.”

"You're not a Skitarii Mechanicum?" "No, Commissar, but I'm glad I'm not." "Echo is our Techmarine, responsible for operating the machines, weapons, and anything else we can find on the ground. He

They can all be fixed and then moved." "It's an honor to serve you, Commissar."

The technician stood up from the box. He was a tall man, wearing a tactical armor that was much smaller than that of Destruction King. But the most eye-catching thing was his appearance. He had a round helmet on his gentle face.

The glasses make one suspect that he looks more like a professor.

The hunter grabbed the hand of the King of Destruction in the darkness. He looked outside the runway door in the distance. Ye Ta, who was in the darkness behind the Skyhawk, also looked forward. At the end of the darkness, there was a faint starlight.

Where did it shine in? They were originally quite dim and almost invisible under the surrounding lighting. But now, the lights have been extinguished, and their light shines in. But because of this, those huge shadows

, also fell in.

He walked with heavy steps, came to the nose of the machine, and looked at the Aquila beside him, "Can you sense the existence of the machine soul? I don't know, you are still a psyker." "Before this,

, I don’t know, the marshal enlightened me, and now I know how to use psychic powers, at least some fur. What about you? Political Commissar, do you know how to awaken your own psychic powers?” “I don’t have psychic powers.” said the marshal.

Yes, we all have them.”

"Be humble, Crosshair, you will soon be able to prove your marksmanship." A man came from a distance. He was a strong man. He was wearing a silver-gray armor, but the most striking feature was

, his face is smeared with special camouflage, a red scarf is tied on his head, and his iconic long knife is equipped on his arm, which can be drawn out at any time to let those who dare to approach him know their mistake.

"Catachan." Yarick summed it up succinctly, "Hmm, you are right. This is a hunter. He is indeed a Catachan. The captain of this team is also our best scout.

." "Hello, political commissar."

The King of Destruction shrugged and expressed his helplessness. The hunter looked at the technician on the side and said, "Are you ready?" "Everything is ready. We just need to make some final adjustments."

But in addition, Yeta also really understood the Skyhawk, not the kind of ordinary pilot who knows it after training, but she could sense when her soul and the machine soul formed a connection.

Every electronic pipeline, every twitch of the piston, and every energy operation output by the reactor were like a part of her own body.

They were huge bodies. They passed slowly outside the cabin door under the dim starlight, and their shadows fell at the end of the runway one after another, like a group of monsters with teeth and claws.

The person who responded to him was Yarick. He looked towards Yeta, as if he knew that the latter's communicator was about to ring, "Yeta, we can only send you here. You have to take the next step.

walk on my own."

"Understood, thank you, Sister Anna." Yeta said to the communicator. After she put it down, she looked at Yarick and the four members of the team behind the hatch, "Let's go, Destruction King, move them up." "Okay.

."

The strong King of Destruction carried two boxes. He walked past Yarick and smiled generously at the political commissar. He bent down and got into the Skyhawk. The technician lowered his head and pressed the button in his hand.

Databoard walked in without looking up, with the crosshair behind him, chewing a toothpick in his mouth, and walked behind with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, while Echo walked over with the hunter.

The hunter smiled as he passed Yarick and pressed his shoulder, "You will get used to us."
Chapter completed!