Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 480: Adolescent Clay Artists Won’t Fall in Love with the Rectification Agreement
"110001000010001 110011011111110..."

"101011100101000..."

The geometric flags of clay artists fluttered in the void, and the fleet of free men sailed through the battlefield that was still warm from the burning of the Burning Ones.

With the arrival of the free man, a series of peaceful, soothing, melodious electrical signals like music began to spread in the starry sky.

"As expected of a believer in clay artists, even the way he appears is so artistic." Russell sighed sincerely as he listened to the binary code echoing in the starry sky.

But Huifeng's reaction was different from Russell's. Her face turned red, and she leaned shyly into Russell's arms, whispering in a voice as thin as a mosquito's: "He's so corny..."

"Ah?" Russell was stunned: "Gray Wind, what are you talking about?"

What's so corny about the Free Men using binary code as their entrance background music?
Huifeng's eyes dodged, and he stood up from Russell's arms as if he had made a great decision: "I, I will translate it directly for you..."

"110010111100000 1111111100001100..."

"I have ferried nothingness through eternity, and I have also gathered instant starlight at my fingertips."

"I have endowed soulless machines with a self, and have also sought the imagination of thinking in the positive and negative exchanges of electrons..."

Russell listened quietly to Gray Wind translating the binary code into standard High Gothic. His soft voice rose and fell, as if he was singing a song or reciting a poem.

The content of the first half of the poem by the clay artist is quite normal. It just tells in a narrative tone about his pursuit of machinery and soul, and his understanding of art and beauty in endless time.

But as the binary code reached its climax, Huifeng's voice changed from gentle to high-pitched, sounding very excited:
"110001000010001..."

"I found you in the cold and lonely deep space, just like an ignorant ape found the brightest North Star in the night sky."

"Because of you, extra emotions have sprouted in my heart."

"Because of you, my flawless path to the truth has been blemished."

“When the chaotic thoughts continue like a fiber-like network of space and time, the infinite positive and negative extremes collapse into certainty.”

"I am sure, I firmly believe that my love is only for you, and it will last forever, no matter how long it takes."

"In the distant past I believe this, in the endless future I believe this, in the present I believe this, I love you..."

Well, it turned out to be a love letter...

Wait, who is the clay artist writing a love letter to?

Russell's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at the surveillance footage sent back by the reconnaissance drone. He saw the geometric flags on the Freeman's living metal warships flying in the air in an anti-gravity form. The huge fleet formed a huge peach heart in space, and the tip of the peach heart pointed to -

The Matron of Justice fighting against the Burning One.

“……” Russell put his hands on his forehead and remained silent for a long time.

Gray Wind held his cheeks with both hands, looking intoxicated: "Oh my god, how could He write such cheesy words, so embarrassing... Girls will be scared away. It's been a long time since I've seen such a pure person."

As she spoke, she looked at Russell intentionally or unintentionally, with a look of "I want it too, I want it too." I don't think the Rectification Agreement can be considered a girl... Well, maybe it can be. Russell sighed helplessly. When did this universe become so abstract?

Was it since he came here? No, Russell refused to admit that he was the one who corrupted the atmosphere of this universe.

In the holographic image, the giant mechanical girl with a body as big as a planet showed the same shyness as Gray Wind after receiving the binary code sent by the Freeman Fleet. This abstract love talk seemed to be particularly effective against mechanical life forms.

But while the Mechanical Mother was shy, the Burner was angry.

Decoding binary codes was easy for Anrakyr. He watched the fleet of free men arranged in a heart-shaped array slowly sailing towards the Mechanical Madonna who was shy and acting like a little girl. Romantic poems were broadcast in a loop in the subspace. The Burner seemed to see an unkempt and sloppy artist with a perverted smile on his face, who came over and said in a mean way, "Child, I want to be your father."

In fact it is.

In the real universe, the Freeman fleet approached the Mechanical Mother cautiously.

In the sea of ​​souls, a bunch of geometric lines stretched forward nervously, slowly reaching towards the crimson consciousness body immersed in the ether turbulence.

The moment the geometric lines came into contact with Mistress Su Zheng's nerve wires, time seemed to slow down.

The clay artist spoke in a gentle tone about his pursuit of beauty as an artist. He longed to compose himself on the machine and shape the soul in the circuit. He happily created one work of art after another in the endless years...

The original machine that gave birth to its "soul" without any artificial carving is the goddess Venus, who is extremely beautiful in the hearts of clay artists.

Just like a sculptor carving out the statue of David from marble, or a jade craftsman picking up a piece of crystal clear glass-like raw stone from the mine, the clay artist fell hopelessly in love with her and composed the most corny love words with the most beautiful poems.

However, when the tentacles of the two consciousnesses began to touch, the original shyness and awkwardness of the rectification agreement disappeared instantly.

A blood-red light shone from the Mechanical Madonna's narrowed eyes, and boundless rage spread from her mechanical body. Crimson codes jumped in the data clusters. She stood up, and her long hair was like endless nerve wires, raging and winding like octopus tentacles, dragging the Freeman fleet that was playing the binary love poems on a loop into the deep sea of ​​death.

In the subspace, the clay artist was stunned.

"Venus, Venus... My feelings for you are so sincere, you, you... why?"

The furious Mechanical Madonna paid no attention to the clay artist's sad cries. Dense neural wires flew all over the sky, physically invading the Freeman's warships through every existing gap and interface, and pouring brutal offensive codes into their unguarded hosts.

Reactors overloaded and melted, thrusters overheated and extinguished, and under the wrath of the Rectification Agreement, the followers of the clay artists were being slaughtered at a very fast speed.

The Burner couldn't bear it any longer.

Despite their different philosophies, the free men who believed in clay artists were still fellow Necrons, and Anrakyr could not sit idly by and watch his compatriots being massacred by foreign races.

The brief respite just now had allowed Him to recover some strength with the help of stellar radiation. The Burner opened his arms and hot flames splashed everywhere.

But the next moment, the terrifying high fever from the Star God was directly wiped out by a terrifying psychic power that was enough to distort reality.

"Where did you come from, you little bastard, to dare to dare to touch my Venus?" The clay artist was reluctant to attack the Mistress Suzheng, so he could only pour out his anger for failing to confess his love on this unfortunate star god: "Die."

(End of this chapter)