God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Temple of All-Knowing is one of the most magnificent buildings on Mars, and even the largest cast temples of the Gamma world complex appear insignificant in front of it.

The smoky Iron Pagoda pierced the yellow sky, the blue stone dome towered into the clouds, the towering pilasters formed the open gate, and the pink marble was engraved with millions of mathematical formulas and Prove.

At the moment he got out of the car, the boundless shadow of the temple swallowed Rogers, and he was shocked by the huge structure-although he was not here for the first time.

After that, he walked along the electrical passage, which was still many miles away towards Holy Land.

This area of ​​Mars is protected by a vast dome, enough to form an independent climate. Golden and red flags are hunting in the wind, the sky is full of huge prayer spaceships, and golden airships expand from copper tubes. The machine language was continuously playing in the speaker, and the yellowed parchment with prayers swayed behind it.

Thousands of pilgrims marched along the stone-slab streets, and the pavement was grooved out by the sandals of countless supplicants.

The technical sergeant is surrounded by monotonous and tall buildings, the mechanical temple, the technical temple and the engine holy cabinet-all for worship and praise of the god of all things.

Although he is an Astarte, he is not particularly eye-catching here, because the pilgrims who come here are far more bizarre than Astarte.

For example, one hundred meters away from the right hand, a technician with no limbs rides on a multi-leg sedan chair. He is surrounded by a group of incredibly high tripods, which walk in strangely.

Fifty meters away on the left hand side, a remnant of a fleshy body that gathers consciousness floats in a glass tank, and the combat robot squad under its control is escorted to travel.

Noisy robots, floating skulls and gilded suspended vehicles transport passengers and protected sacred relics to the temple. The few people who have just come out of the temple have a relaxed expression of what they wished, obviously not in vain. Such a magnificent and extraordinary place.

Here, all mechanical believers will find comfort and answers.

As Rogers walked through the gate, he raised his head and looked up at the robber-class Titan whose face was full of anger. Its powerful weapon pointed directly at the sky, which contained the dual meaning of symbolism and inspiration.

Mechanics can create the deadliest war machine imaginable, but they do not take any responsibility for their work.

Too obsessed with what one can create, and no one first considers whether it should be created.

Finally, Rogers approached the entrance of the temple, the majestic pilasters were dazzlingly high, and at the same time a warm wind blew from them, enveloping them with the smell of musk.

He stopped and took a deep breath and walked in.

After seeing the immortal majesty outside the temple, it’s easy to be disappointed in its interior-the exterior is splendorous and majestic beyond imagination,

but the interior fails to repay it. Kind of expectation.

The unpretentious metal wall is exposed in the front hall, and the connection ports are lined up. The confessors

kneel on the ground, connected to the mechanical heart of this building, pulse Together, there is a fence with a hollow copper chain at the back separating the entrance of the temple from the altar of the main hall.

Rogris walked cautiously through a large group of confessors, each of them shaking and convulsing with the electric shock of the cleansing of sin.

Behind the fence, dense layers of metal benches lined up from the altar into the main hall, and a mechanical priest rides on the suspended chanting platform to preach sermons in mechanical holy words.

There are no empty seats in the hall, thousands of heads are in motion, where the priest floats by, all the believers in robes bow their heads.

Although Rogris is not a formal believer of Mechanics, he also lowered his head and raised his left hand. He didn't know whether he could achieve such a realm of unity with Mechanic God in the future.

"The humblest of our generation also knows that abandoning the mortal body cannot be done with one stroke."

Suddenly, a voice rang behind him, as if he had guessed his thoughts.

Rodris turned around and found a priest standing opposite, so he bowed his head in greeting.

The priest's face is darker than Black Tortoise Rock, and the saint clothing on his body is overflowing like molten gold, reflecting the iridescence like oil.

And under the priest’s robe, Rogers saw a shiny skeleton, which was composed of brass armatures, humming gears, and ornately decorated cables. .

The priest’s head is very long, shaped like a giant dragon in ancient Terra paintings. There is a pyramid-shaped object in the center of the dragon head, and a sphere of soft light is embedded on it. The human-like head twisted and reflected the image of Rogers himself.

This pastor can be regarded as an acquaintance of Rogers, and he is also a guide on the way to comprehend the soul.

"You exalt me ​​too much."

Rodriss said, bowing deeply.

"You are so close to the mechanical god, and I am just a layman, Boban Hayden Master."

"You met Difficulty."

The voice of the high-ranking pastor is still not emotional, but his appearance makes all the believers around him worship at the same time, for no other reason——

Boban·Hai Deng Master is the oldest and highest-ranking priest in the Temple of All-Knowing, and is the only person in the Temple who has experienced the Horus Rebellion and is still alive, although he was just an apprentice who had just entered not long.

And his mentor is the priest of the previous generation of the Temple of All-Knowing.

"Your biosensing readings fluctuate up and down, and through all the measurable parameters, I can see that you are here to find answers."

"Yes, I'm here for this."

Rodris admitted.

"I will soon... leave the temple and go to the forge to study. I hope to benefit from your guidance for the last time."

Boban Hayden Master nodded .

"Come with me, I will listen to your plight and provide a conceivable solution."

Then he glided in the air on a liquid metal platform. Rogers followed behind him and moved towards an arch lined with serrated skulls and fiber optic nerves.

Behind the arch is a corridor made of polished steel and glass. The inside is surprisingly quiet. Only a crackling energy field protects a shimmering door.

This energy field is called the confessor force field, which can isolate the protected area from the rest of the temple, and no one outside the force field can hear or see the movement inside.

The moment Rogers entered the chapel, he felt a faint tingling.

In the interior, the priest’s church has no decorations, only a metal high stool is placed in the center of the room, and there is a gloomy alcove on the bare wall with an input One output port and one data reader.

The priest began to walk around the room, shining waves of light on the stone face.

"You can start."

Later, Rogers told about his difficulties in studying during the temple, and his confusion about the doctrine of Mechanical God, especially It is about the understanding of the relationship between the God Emperor and the God of All Machines, and Astarte’s views on this aspect are completely different from those of Mechanicism.

Rodris believes that perhaps it is this conflict of ideas that prevents him from having a greater breakthrough in knowledge.

"Before I leave, I hope to get enlightenment from the Master."

After listening, Master Boban Hayden tapped and slowly replied:

"Mr. Rogers, you know what, I used to think that Astarte should be like a machine servant, pure and without emotion."