Chapter 49 Titan's Legacy
Deep underground in the Martian headquarters, hidden by the machinery and cables, the assembled Tech-Priests crowded around the Communication Servant, a dull being with a mouth replaced by an ornate bronze grid, the only link between the Mechanic Priests in this room and the Plastisteel wall of the receiver.
These priests are the Oskuritarius of the Triumvirate, the Keepers of the Code, responsible for managing all binary sacred code resources in and out of the Great Mars.
Information reveals everything, provides questions, reveals secrets, and guides the way forward for the servants of the God of All Machines. Therefore, information must be protected and controlled. This is the only truth they uphold and the whole reason for their existence.
The metal fence of the first seat made a sound. ++Is the Iron Skull dead? ++All knowledge originates from questions.
++Probability 88.45. ++Just like the function of the second seat, answering the questions of the questioner.
++Send a search team? ++The last third seat spoke. They have carried out this complete process of asking, answering, and acting countless times. Just like the sea of holy codes that continuously poured into the Thinker's storage, it never stopped.
++One mechanical ark is enough? ++
++It is estimated that it will take 57 years to reach the world of Armageddon. ++
++Acceptable. ++
++The machine is infallible, Mannheim has failed the God of Machines. ++ The First Seat came to a conclusion through the information he received.
++It is recommended to delete the record. ++
++The captain, Mannheim, is being erased from the historical record. ++
++Agree, he is just a flesh and blood. ++
The three said at the same time, like a chorus with an affirmative tone.
++The machine lasts forever! ++
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The governor of Armageddon, Hermann von Straub's butler, can be said to be the second most powerful person on the planet. Whether it is the nobles in the upper hive or the middle-level industrial zone business owners, they all want to establish a good personal relationship with this butler so that they can get more privileges and opportunities from von Straub.
But this butler, who always looked arrogant in front of everyone, now looked pale, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead showed his inner tension. After putting his eyes on the scanner in front of von Straub's golden door, this heavy and gorgeous door opened silently.
von Straub was lying on a huge recliner made of alien animal fur, admiring the performance of the dancers in front of him who were exposed and seductive. He swallowed the precious grapes specially sent by the wandering merchants in his hand one by one, chewing them without hesitation. The slave under his feet lay on the ground, using his modified tongue to clean the grape juice that fell on the white and smooth marble floor.
The butler knew that von Straub was in a good mood now. His fat body lying on the chair was humming a tuned song, and applauding the dancers' dancing from time to time.
Von Straub felt a familiar shadow approaching him. He turned around and smiled. It was his most loyal butler.
"Master."
"Yeah, I heard you. What's the matter?"
"I came here to report the Titan Legion to you, Master."
"Hmm! Titan Legion! Ah, let me guess, they must have killed those shabby and lowly orcs without leaving a single piece of armor! Hahaha!" Von Straub's confident and arrogant laughter made the butler's expression even uglier. He didn't know how to tell him the unbearable bad news he heard.
The butler considered his words and spoke carefully, "My dear lord, the Iron Skull Titan Legion did complete their mission. A total of six million orc armored troops and all the ancient giants were eliminated."
"Hahaha! Very good, I knew that Mannheim was lying to me with his cowardly appearance, saying that the combat power of the divine machine was not enough to deal with so many orc troops, but look at me? After arguing with reason, I finally made this commander who disobeyed the deployment win a decisive and glorious victory!"
The butler looked at the happy and crazy von Straub and shut his mouth tactfully. He knew that telling the bad news now would only put himself in trouble. He was not that stupid.
Von Straub, immersed in his own joy, danced for a long time. He first boasted about how he used his troops like a god and blocked the orcs' offensive frenzy, and then began to curse those rigid political commissars who never obeyed his command and only acted on their own, especially the kid named Yarick!
Whenever he thought of his disrespect and great insult to himself, he wanted to peel off his skin and throw it into a chemical tank to burn it into ashes! Or use a sharp knife to cut off his flesh and feed it to himself, and then let the doctor heal him to torture him!
Von Straub really wanted to see the expression on Yarrick's face when he heard about this glorious victory, it must be very exciting. Thinking of this, Von Straub ordered the butler: "Publicize this glorious victory immediately, and Yarrick, the damn political commissar, must be informed to let Mannheim come to see me. I want to treat him to some "grapes" imported from the garden world."
As he said this, he also lifted a bunch of extremely fresh and plump purple grapes and shook them in front of the butler.
After swallowing with great difficulty, the housekeeper did not move, but looked at von Strab's feet with nervous eyes.
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Seeing the strange behavior of this butler who had always been loyal and efficient, Von Strab was still a little surprised, "Do you have anything else? Tell me quickly! I don't have time to waste time with you!" I will also command the army to drive out those green-skinned beasts completely!"
After closing his eyes, the butler slowly raised his head, like a person about to go to the execution ground, and said sadly to von Straub: "The Titan Army has wiped out six million orc troops." He Feeling that his throat had become dry and hoarse, he squeezed out the second half of the sentence from his throat, "The Titan Legion was also completely destroyed. The Emperor-class Titan Steel Skull self-destructed and the steel ball guard army was also completely destroyed." The army was destroyed."
"What did you say? What did you say? Say it again?"
Von Strab, who was shocked by the bad news about the butler, woke up from his illusion of victory. With trembling teeth, he asked the butler over and over again. The butler did not answer him directly, but just lowered his head to avoid von Strab. Trabb's gaze.
As if they were shocked by von Straub's ugliness and the news about the housekeeper, the dancers on the stage stopped one by one, knelt on the ground and lowered their heads, wondering what they were thinking.
Von Strab, who learned from the butler's condition that the entire Titan Legion had been destroyed, felt dizzy and nauseous. He had never experienced this unfamiliar tension in the face of a catastrophe, and his plump body seemed to be flowing like water. Wearing sweat.
With a sound, Von Strab vomited out the precious grapes he had eaten mixed with wine. The slave who had been trained with physiological instincts quickly came over and licked Von Strab's vomit.
"Go away!" Von Strab kicked the loyal slave away, pulled out the luxurious custom-made light bolter from the desk drawer, and beat the blind slave into two pieces.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? That's a divine machine! That's a divine machine! How can it not even be able to defeat beasts?"
Von Strub's blood-stained body staggered towards the bedroom. This was the first time the housekeeper saw his master in a trance. He watched as von Strub's figure completely disappeared from him. Once within sight, the butler silently performed an eagle salute to the dancer and the dead slave.
Those dancers who were brave enough to see the butler's actions were so frightened that they lay down at the butler's feet, crying and begging, but the butler was indifferent and just looked at these people who knew things they shouldn't know with his cold eyes.
After several laser blasts, the housekeeper snapped his fingers, and several cleaning electronic skulls flew down from the ceiling to clean the scene. With a silent sigh, the housekeeper walked out of the once again clean room and closed the door.