They are about to die, be occupied, and be devoured. The wisdom and efforts of dozens of generations will be burned to ashes. The blasphemous alien race is about to touch the city of Om Messiah.
They have given their all, every drop of blood has been dripped on the dry wasteland of Just, every man has taken up arms to face the invading aliens, the broken assembly lines are 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 didn't work.
The best opportunity has been missed. The great sage who was hanged by the angry sages misjudged the enemy's strength. His arrogant attitude towards the enemy made Just fall into the abyss step by step. Now the corpse of the great sage is still hanging at the top of Just's world furnace. Under the gorgeous red silk is a scum despised by everyone.
No matter how much punishment is given to the dead, the sins that the criminals have already committed cannot be undone. Everyone will die, die under the swords of foreign races, and pay the price for the arrogance of the great sage.
God, please save them. The Forge World of Just is a shining mechanical pearl. The God of All Machines will not tolerate His wisdom falling into the hands of profane aliens.
They were still praying, still resisting, and still struggling, but the alien 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 a day at most, everything in Just would be tainted with the dirty color of foreign races.
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 beast's blades ruthlessly tore their bodies apart. 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 forge 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.
A part of the troops voluntarily withdrew from the defeated front. They entered the factory where they once lived and began to destroy and burn the sacred machinery in an orderly manner.
Holy oil was sprinkled on the paper recording knowledge and burned; the holy sword of the sculpture was removed and stuck in the engine. The sages began to destroy the miracle that took centuries to create. Some people even trembled and ignited their own chips to commit suicide after blowing up a factory.
The aliens have not yet set foot in the main city, but the raging flames have already begun to engulf the city. Discordant music resounds above the city, which is the groan of the machines when they die completely.
In the most central and core area of the main city, La, who took over the seat of the Great Sage, stood in despair in front of the World Furnace. This part, which occupies the core of the entire planet, is an unrepeatable miracle in the history of industry and a vigorously beating heart furnace.
But now, he had to stop the powerful beating of this heart with his own hands, and it could not fall into the hands of the enemy.
Ra trembled. He did not want to be a sinner. The craftsmen smashed the treasures with their own hands, and the wise men voluntarily burned the books. He was wrapped in great sorrow and despair.
"Why? Why does Just 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!"
The sage shouted at the top of his lungs. Above the hot and bright light of the furnace was the great sage's broken and rusty body. The dead body was hanging at the top of the furnace, dangling, as if mocking Ra's foolish faith.
La watched all this in despair. His despair brought his consciousness to the brink of collapse, so much so that he did not notice the slightest change—the corpse's fingers trembled slightly.
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 furnace throne.
Ignorant outsiders disrupt the predetermined destiny, and the gods look on with disgust, but the laws imprison their authority that extends to the physical side. Since the high-rollers change the rules of the game, they can also drag in new variables.
Whispers were heard amidst 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 upheavals. The darkness behind the curtain looked at the new visitors, and the whispers were the chaos that stirred up the entire galaxy.
No, this is a [deal]. On one end of the scale is a ladder to climb up, and on the other end is the beginning of a shattered empire.
The four most powerful seats in the subspace were too dangerous, and he was unwilling to agree to such a deal, especially from the Lord of Change who invited him to take a seat. His sincerity was self-evident in his grin.
Perhaps he should not have entered into this fate so early, but the chips they offered were tempting enough. For Vashtor, it was the first steam engine of the new era. After it, everything in the past was gone, and a new era was slowly unfolding.
The sweet scent tempted Him, and He signed part of His soul under the parchment of the transaction, and the Four Gods paid their price for it.
So here he was, and with the guidance of the Lord of Stagnation, the gods on the other end of the transaction also had their disagreements, and Vashtor keenly sensed the anger beneath the god's lukewarm attitude.
[Words have their own unique charm, and the names that give meaning to things are even more mysterious.]
[RUST, its name is rust.]
[When the Death Guard arrives, the chord of meaning will reach its perfect peak at this moment.]
[Concepts have accumulated to the limit, and what I am looking for may stagnate in between.]
"Feel sorry."
The Plague Agent he was talking to said in a slow and polite voice that the bone-white paint of the Death Guard had already taken on a gorgeous and dreamy pastel color on his armor, like a dream after accidentally eating a poisonous mushroom.
"Please speak human language."
[.]
[I'm going to look for the "Plague Heart" here, it may be here.]
Plague Heart, Ouroboros, Tuchucha.
This is the treasure promised to him by the four gods, and it is also a blade that can overturn the galaxy.
"So what can I do for you, in His name?"
[Death, rust, spread your rust as much as possible, and use the rust to corrode people's hearts. When enough mechanical sages fall into madness, my power will naturally flow out from the furnace. ]
"Thank you, I like this plan."
Laton slowly sorted out his potion bottles, and checked the tip of his gun that could harvest gene seeds. Although it was covered with a thick layer of rust, it was still usable.
In addition to spreading the plague, he would also collect some of the Death Guard's gene seeds. Ladon thought with a sense of satisfaction that he needed to return the Death Guard to its predetermined destiny. Even if he couldn't do much now, he could at least save those seeds that had not yet been sown.
As a former pharmacist, he knew that in such a chaotic battlefield, the recovery of gene seeds was not 100%. The chaos and cruelty of war would cause some corpses with seeds to be lost in the corner of sight.
In return for the seeds, Rodan gave Mortarion a small boat covered in lush fungi, hoping that the Death Guard would receive the gift and be curious about it.
Rodan specially collected different fungi from fourteen star systems and forty-nine different soils. One small red fungus even had a cute little smiling face on it. They were particularly beautiful when they emerged from the human body. Rodan hoped that Mortarion would like this gift.
Oh, of course, of course, he would help spread the rust, but a traveler away from home always misses his hometown especially.
Three artifacts: Ouroboros (the secret of Caliban), Tuchucha (the engine, the little boy servitor, in the original book it was with the Lion King, Karas went to grab it, failed, and left with regret), Plague Heart (the least information, basically no, it is known that it only appeared in 41k on a star corroded by the Death Guard, and Nurgle is looking for this thing)
The three artifacts merged into a webway excavator (known), digging, digging, digging, digging, and there are other functions, but they are currently unknown.
(End of this chapter)