Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 558 The conflict between the oil guys
"So, what's going on with you?"

Wang Ming looked at Elise. He looked at the great prophet of the Spirit Race and asked him doubtfully.

"Well, Wang Ming, about Lady Isa..."

Wang Ming looked at Elise and listened to Elise's trembling voice. He almost understood what she wanted to do. She wanted to let Isha return to the Spirit Tribe, but how could this be possible? Wang Ming was so good. How could he let the Eldar pick peaches when it was easy to bring Him here?
"There is no need to say anything about him, Isa. He cannot return to the Eldar yet. The souls of the Eldar are all targeted by Slaanesh. If he leaves us, he will soon be devoured by Slaanesh."

Wang Ming looked at Elise, and he told her that Isha could not return to the Spirit Clan no matter what. If she returned to the Spirit Clan, the Spirit Clan would once again gain a surviving god, while Wang Ming would lose it. The only bargaining chip that can completely intimidate the Eldar.

"That..., that's fine."

Elise originally wanted to refute Wang Ming, but she thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case. She had nothing more to say and left directly. Wang Ming looked at Elise's leaving figure. He also sighed helplessly. For the Eldar, they once experienced glory, but after the emergence of Slaanesh, everything about them disappeared. Their glory, their glory, their civilization, and their gods.

"Also, can Death really fight against Slaanesh?"

Wang Ming looked at Elise's back and her ears drooped in disappointment, and suddenly remembered one thing, that is, can the Eldar Death really fight against Slaanesh?

All the gods of the Eldar have been devoured. Can he really fight Slaanesh with just one god of death?
"Forget it, I hope He can do it, so that humans can have one less enemy."

Wang Ming looked at the report in his hand and immediately increased production. He wanted to show the Martian captains that there was no soil for the Mechanicus in the fleet. This was the territory of the empire and the world of the Protector. Whatever the Lord Protector says is what he says, and all work is carried out under the orders of the Lord Protector. Their helpless accusations are in vain, and there is no point in disobeying them. They can only watch if they disobey.

"Why is it so difficult to be united?"

"Change, produce one hundred Lord Protector-class and Star-class Titans as supplements and backups, and produce four experimental Emperor-class modified Titans codenamed Wrath-class."

"The battle is quite fierce today."

For the Titan Legion, Wang Ming has always taken them very seriously. After all, the personnel composition of the Titan Legion is a bit special. Except for the Titan captains who are trained in the fleet and are absolutely trusted by Wang Ming, Wang Ming also pays attention to those new members. The captains from Mars all carry some distrust.

Wang Ming looked at the reports in his hand. He was currently dealing with the fleet's problems quickly. Most of the fleet's supply lists could be processed quickly, but there were still many that needed to be handled with caution, such as what Wang Ming was dealing with now. Titan Legion supply problem.

Wang Ming withdrew his gaze and then returned to his room. He still needed to calculate the supply situation of each fleet unit.

After all, as soon as these guys got on the ship, they started to say that the Titan Legion of the fleet was a heretic. They kept insulting the Titan captains of the fleet, saying that they were insulting the great incarnation of Ohm Messiah. They did not Qualified to change the form of the incarnation of Ohm's Messiah.

"Fuck you, those miracles of the God of All Machines, those things are heresy! You are not qualified to change the great incarnation of Ohm Messiah, I ****!!"

For the fleet, although they have a lot of time to watch soap operas and military dramas produced by the empire, they still prefer to watch the brawl between the oil guys in the Titan warehouse. After all, the scolding is really dirty, and the words are like It's like visiting a group of areas in Ancient Terra, how civilized it is.

People on both sides are probably still in the Titan Legion's warehouse, beating each other with wrenches and screwdrivers. If Wang Ming hadn't let the First Engineer Regiment watch, they would have killed at least a dozen people in one day.

"You **** trash, you can't read a book and you call us heretics, you have no knowledge!"

And just after Guilliman finally finished processing a large amount of documents, the servitor responsible for transporting documents once again brought a large amount of documents. Guilliman looked at those documents and missed his brothers again.

Wang Ming lay on the table, thinking about the various internal struggles within the empire. He just felt that he was too powerless.

While Guilliman was dealing with the affairs of the empire, Wang Ming was eating slowly. At the same time, he took his dinner to the Titan's warehouse to watch today's big fight between the oil guys.

"I****, you open source heretic, your components are like the dirtiest corruption, your thinking circuit is as rotten as a pile of Glomon excrement, you have desecrated the universe of all machines. Glory to God, you are a bunch of heretics!”

Wang Ming took a piece of Crow's Barbecue for his dinner, and then quietly appeared behind the onlookers of the mortal auxiliary army, watching the oil guys scolding each other.

"I'm going to fuck you. Your mother is an open source code thing. I have seen the miracles of the God of All Machines with my own eyes. You are from Mars. If you don't know anything, don't bark like a dog!"

"Sir, this is today's document."

What he didn't know was that far away on the distant Holy Terra, his brother Guilliman was almost exhausted. He had been working continuously for who knows how long, and even the servitors around him were not working as well as him. It takes a long time.

"The Titan Legion's supply list includes fifty Lord Protector and Star-class Titans, and two improved Emperor-class Titans, which are tentatively named Wrath-class Titans. The codename will be changed after the final design is confirmed."

Wang Ming looked at the oil guys who were scolding each other, and he smiled and said to a mortal next to him.

But the mortal didn't turn his head. He was looking at the oil guys intently. This was one of their most important entertainment activities.

"No, these oil guys are about to start fighting. Brother, let me tell you, it was even more intense yesterday. If the angels hadn't stopped them, they would have started fighting."

After the mortal auxiliary army heard Wang Ming's words, although he felt very familiar, he didn't think much about it. He said to Wang Ming without looking back.

"Well, it's good to give these guys a lesson from Mars."

Wang Ming looked at the mortal auxiliary army, nodded, and then continued to look.

Finally, under the ancient Terran language system taught by the fleet oil guys by the time travellers, the Mars oil guys couldn't bear it anymore. They yelled and wanted to fight the fleet oil guys desperately, and the former The mortal auxiliary who answered Wang Ming also became excited. He patted Wang Ming and then said something like a fight.

But when he was taking pictures of Wang Ming, he felt something was wrong. Why was this man so tall? So the mortal with curiosity in his heart turned around and looked. This time he was quite frightened. He had been called a buddy before. It turned out to be Lord Protector of the Country. "The Protector of the Country..., big brother..., man..."

The mortal auxiliary army looked at Wang Ming. He was stumbling a bit when he spoke. He was trembling all over and had a look of fear on his face.

"Shh..., don't talk. They are about to fight. Let's see how it goes."

Wang Ming looked at the mortal auxiliary army. He patted the mortal auxiliary army on the head, and then pointed at the oil guys.

The mortal auxiliary army stopped talking after hearing Wang Ming's words. He turned to look at the oil guys, but all the excitement just now was gone, and now only the one he called Lord Protector was left. The memory kept playing back and forth in his mind, and he wanted to die. This kind of thing simply required death to apologize.

"Don't think too much, man, look, they are fighting."

Wang Ming looked at the mortal auxiliary army and sighed helplessly. Then he patted the mortal auxiliary army on the shoulder and said to him.

"You open source thing, I'm going to kill you today and break all your circuit boards!"

The oil guy from Mars couldn't hold himself any longer. He took a mechanical ax and was about to hack the fleet oil guy to death. However, the fleet oil guy didn't panic at all. He was a frequent visitor to the First Engineer Regiment, and the implants on his body were all The best in the fleet, he's more than a bumpkin from Mars.

"Who is afraid of whom? Your thinking circuit is infected with the waste code. Come on, come on, I will eliminate the waste code in your head today, and then throw your head to the pillar of shame. No, you It is a shame to hang one’s head on the pillar of shame.”

The fleet oil man looked at the Mars oil man. His body suddenly deformed, and then a lot of various weapons appeared on his body, such as miniature nuclear-powered cannons and current single-molecule arms. With knives, hidden chainswords, and a lot of various implanted weapons, his entire body instantly became a self-propelled arsenal.

He actually has another identity. Not only is he a frequent visitor to the First Engineer Regiment, he is also a friend of a star traveler named Wu Xuan. He is the kind of person who has a lot of common topics. As for who Wu Xuan is, everyone should know You know, he is a pure mechanical ascensionist, thinking about how to change himself into an iron man all day long.

"No, no, no..., you will really beat him to death. It will be difficult to explain to the Lord Protector then."

At this moment, a fleet oil man suddenly grabbed the fleet oil man who was about to kill the Mars oil man. He looked at the fleet oil man and shouted at him.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill him today!!!"

The fleet oil man looked at the Mars oil man in front of him. He waved the weapons on his body and said to the oil man who was holding him.

"Oh, okay."

After hearing what he said, the fleet oil guy who held the oil guy let go immediately. It's hard to persuade the damn ghost. This principle was learned by the oil guy in the cultural class of time travellers.

The fleet oil man was confused, and the Mars oil man was also confused. They only started arguing when they both knew that someone would hold each other back. They really dared to kill people in the fleet. This is impossible. That Lord Protector was not a kind person. He had killed so many high lords. The former Mars Foundry General had all died at his hands, not to mention mechanical priests like them.

But things have come to this, and whoever gives in will lose. They looked at each other, and after trying hard to do some ideological construction, they all walked towards each other.

"You're such a bastard from Mars. After you saw my implant blessed by the Machine God, you didn't run away. Instead, you came towards me."

When the fleet oil guy was slowly walking towards the opponent, he was still talking, and his momentum must not be lost.

"If you don't come over here, how can you use a mechanical ax to stop this heretical doghead?"

The Mars oil man didn't want to lose his momentum, so he shouted to the fleet oil man.

But I don't know why, their steps seemed to be lame, one was slower than the other, like crawling at a snail's pace.

"Brother, why don't they start fighting? They are so slow. When my legs were interrupted by the Chaos Astartes, I could climb faster than them."

A time traveler who was watching the battle looked at the two oil guys and said to the mortal brothers beside him.

"How did I know? Also, brother, that is the Astartes, the Emperor's angel. Isn't it normal for you to be able to do such a thing?"

The mortal auxiliary army looked at the time traveler beside him. He did not have as much awe for Astartes as the mortals outside the fleet, but chatted with the time traveler as if he were an ordinary friend.

"That's true, but are the two of them too slow?"

The time traveler looked at the mortal auxiliary army beside him. He poured a glass of Quadis wine he took from the canteen to the mortal auxiliary army, and then drank and watched the show with the mortal auxiliary army.

This is the general atmosphere of the fleet. The time travelers and the mortal auxiliaries are brothers, and there is no difference at all.

"Okay, don't fight if you are timid, this is the Mechanicus of Mars!"

At this moment, a mortal auxiliary suddenly roared, and the mortal auxiliary who shouted these words was the mortal auxiliary beside Wang Ming. It was Wang Ming who made him roar.

"Okay! Then fight!"

This sound aroused the sense of honor for Mars in the heart of Mars' oil man. He brandished a mechanical ax and rushed towards the fleet oil man. The fleet oil man did not expect that this kid was serious. He slapped him directly. The Martian Oil Guy flew away. You must know that the implant on his body was produced by the First Engineer Regiment. Even a simple force was extremely huge. After the Martian Oil Guy drew a perfect arc in the air, he hit the ceiling. On top of that, he made a clanging sound when he landed on the ground. This shows that there are a lot of mechanical modifications on his body.