Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Sparks flew everywhere, and welding sparks illuminated the surrounding metal surfaces. Of course, they also illuminated Vito, who was lying on a dismantled seat, holding a fruit drink in one hand and wearing sunglasses on his face.

The four Death Watch Astartes also stood behind him, and the dazzling light of the sparks shone on their black armor, as if they were swallowed by a black hole, without any reflection, completely immersed in the darkness, only the faces of the four giants were lit up in the light.

Astartes are different from mortals. Their retinas can fully tolerate such dazzling light, and they don’t need to wear sunglasses like Vito.

The Mechanicus Sage used a mechanical arm to cut the damaged shell of the shuttle. After Vito brought it back from the detention area of ​​the Ministry of Justice, it looked like a smashed watermelon at first glance, which made people seriously doubt whether it had any meaning, but they still brought it here and handed it over to Omega for processing.

Soulless robot servants assisted the Great Sage around him. The mechanical arms extending from under his robes behind him were dazzling like fairy flowers. Spray guns, cutting machines, pliers, rivet guns, and countless other machines began to work side by side, disassembling, assembling, and cutting smoothly under the Great Sage's operation.

Vito held a straw in his mouth and looked at the countless mechanical arms with interest. Those mechanical arms were as complex and flexible as octopus tentacles. "How much flesh do you think is left under that guy's robe?"

"I think there is still a brain left." Lancelot said, folding his arms and looking at Omega, while Ragnar waved his hand, "How can a person with a brain be so boring? You see him boring like a brainless servitor every day, he must have no brain, and he has no bottom!"

"Why do you think so?" "Ha! How can a man with guts be so boring that he can only be horny for machines." Ragnar laughed softly, but Olaf sighed helplessly, "Watch your words, brother, you know how the Mechanicus reacts."

"Yes, yes, I know, those boring oil guys don't even understand jokes, even our Caliban boy understands." Ragnar said with a smile, patting Lancelot's shoulder armor with his armored palm, and the latter also laughed.

"It's not like we just pray and train all day long, although we are really serious, especially Lord Asmodai, uh."

Lancelot shuddered when he mentioned the name of the punishment priest. To be honest, those who can scare Astartes are definitely first-class tough guys, and Asmodai is a tough guy among tough guys. Even in the Dark Angels, which is already very nervous, he is definitely a neurotic among neurotics.

Vito had heard many rumors about this "ruthless man", and he didn't want to meet him.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with Omega, brothers, rationality and efficiency are exactly what we need." Bell said, but Ragnar waved his hand impatiently, "Are you out of meat too? Bell, you talk like a motor oil man."

"Done." Omega said, stopping his dazzling operation, and then used a mechanical clamp to pulsate a lever on the shuttle's crushing platform, and the extremely complex circuit was connected to his brain interface by Omega.

His mechanical right eye flickered, and countless data streams passed through it. Several servo skulls flew over from nowhere and began to scan around the shuttle.

The dark green scanning beam scanned and covered most of the shuttle. A little restless sound came from the servo skull. Vito stood up from the recliner and walked to Omega with a drink cup.

"Have you found anything? I spent some time to get this junk back without using my identity as an inquisitor. It's better to have some good news." "Your argument is very illogical, Vito. No matter how much you pay, objective data will not change because of your supervisor's expectations." "You have misunderstood the cause and effect relationship. This is an illusion created by the human brain." Omega said in an ecstatic electronic voice, and Vito smiled and shrugged. "Don't be so boring. Tell me, great sage, have you found anything?" Omega raised his head, and the servo skulls flew away. Omega, whose face was almost completely covered by machinery, turned his head and looked at Vito with his cold eyes. "May the God of All Machines bless you, Inquisitor, I found useful advice in it." Omega said as he walked to the holographic projector. The small mechanical arm that popped out of his shoulder inserted the interface data cable of his brain into the holographic instrument. As the connection was completed, a complex pattern was projected in front of everyone. The Astartes all gathered around, and the giants gathered around the holographic instrument, looking at the extremely complex and chaotic data flow on it in confusion.

"I'm not saying, Old Ou, your thing is like the pie I've eaten, I can't tell what it is." Ragnar said, scratching his head in confusion, and then poked Lancelot with his elbow, "Do you understand?"

Lancelot thought for a moment, then poked Olaf on the other side, "Do you understand?" Olaf continued to pass it on and poked Bell.

The pharmacist sighed helplessly and looked at Omega, "Sage, can you filter out the accumulated record data and select the part after the space station crisis? I believe that the background subsystem of the Imperial Security Protocol can do it."

"Correct, Bell, you should go to Mars to study and become an excellent technical sergeant." Omega said and started the operation. The chaotic data began to decay rapidly and became clear.

"Yes, old Bell, look at my chain saw axe," Ragnar said with a smile, and Bell gave a simple response.

"Get lost."

The chaotic data became concise and efficient, and finally everyone could understand its meaning.

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised, "What did those idiots carry up, since it was so overweight."

Yes, according to the shuttle log, after the space station crisis, the traitors carried something up when they escaped, causing the shuttle to be seriously overloaded, but they were obviously unwilling to abandon the cargo, but forced the shuttle to launch, and finally crashed on Owen-4 after the fuel ran out.

"Some kind of machine? Or a holy object?" Lancelot asked, but the older wolf Olaf shook his head, "No, holy objects will not be stored in this kind of space station, and the machine, obviously those traitors can't move it, let alone put it in." Vito was silent for a moment, holding his chin thoughtfully, "Are there any more video data in the cabin?" "Unfortunately, it was damaged after the crash, but I have another discovery." "What?" Omega's mechanical hand handed a fragment to Vito, who took it and looked at it, and then realized what it was, "Bone fragments, human bones." "Yes, there are a lot of them in the cabin, and there are dried blood stains." Omega said, and Olaf frowned, "Some kind of evil ritual? Or sacrifice? Is this the reason why the body disappeared?" "Maybe it's the Chaos cultists, they hope to make their abominable Chaos through blood sacrifice. The Chaos Gods guided them to a safe planet? "Olav said, but Vito shook his head, "I have never heard that Khorne believers would use dead blood sacrifices, and if it was a living person, it would be impossible for them to be locked in the shuttle." Vito held his chin and looked at the bone fragments thoughtfully, "It's getting more and more interesting, Omega." "Inquisitor?" "Next we will bring you more things, I need you to analyze them." "Cole?" Vito said to the communicator, "Got it, go ahead." "Have we reached the main planet?" "We are getting close to the point. I will stop the ship behind the desolate world and your shuttle can fly over." "Very good, fill me up with gas." The Mechanical Sage nodded, and then Vito turned to the four Astartes and smiled apologetically, "Everyone, I'm sorry, the next period of secret investigation will be done by me personally. "