Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Chapter 205 Mechanical Labor

Soon after.

"Boom boom boom"

The sound of tank tracks rolling over the ground came from a distance, alarming everyone stationed in the fortress.

"Get into combat and eliminate these heretics who dare to invade our world."

The noble immediately stood up from his chair and shouted orders to all the soldiers.

"Yes."

The soldiers who were resting with their eyes closed quickly opened their eyes, got up from the ground, and quickly went to their respective combat positions. These people's movements were extremely agile and there was no sign of confusion at all.

These men were clearly rigorously trained soldiers, far from the cannon fodder of the planetary defense forces. As the soldiers took up their respective combat positions, their heavy weapons were ready, ready to fire at any moment.

These soldiers stared intently at the direction where the sound of tank tracks rolling over the earth came from, ready to deal a heavy blow to the heretics who were about to arrive.

Before this group of soldiers saw the Star Army, several large shells flew in from a distance and hit the outer wall of the fortress with a whistling sound.

"Boom boom boom"

Violent explosions echoed outside the fortress, deafening. Some of the weaker walls collapsed under the onslaught of shells. The collapsing walls sent up clouds of dust, killing and injuring countless soldiers.

"Ah ah ah."

"Help me."

The soldiers who were hit by the collapsed walls screamed in pain.

Some were trapped under the rubble, unable to move; others were seriously injured and bleeding profusely. Their cries of pain echoed in the air, stirring pity in our hearts.

However, the situation at this moment was not optimistic. The noble commander looked at the chaotic situation before him with a burning anxiety. He knew that if he could not quickly stabilize the morale of the troops, this battle would become extremely difficult.

So he raised his voice and shouted, "Don't panic, hold steady! The enemy is about to attack, we must hold our position!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield, trying to arouse the soldiers' fighting spirit and courage. At the same time, he glared sternly at those soldiers who wanted to abandon their combat positions to rescue their comrades.

He shouted angrily, "Everyone, return to your positions and prepare to meet the enemy! Now is not the time to rescue people. We must defend the fortress first! I will arrange for people to rescue these injured soldiers."

Under the reprimand of the noble commander, the soldiers gradually calmed down and realized the severity of the current situation. They returned to their battle positions, gripped their weapons tightly, and prepared to face the approaching star army.

Although they were still worried about the safety of their comrades, they understood that only by defeating the enemy could they save more people.

After scolding the soldiers who wanted to go and rescue their comrades, the noble commander also understood that he needed to immediately arrange people to rescue the seriously injured soldiers. Otherwise, the morale of these soldiers who were not injured would be greatly reduced when they fought while listening to the wailing of their comrades.

Although these soldiers were slaves of the nobles, they were still human beings with flesh and blood, and could not ignore their comrades who lived with them day and night.

"Go and let those mechanically modified slaves come in to rescue those seriously injured soldiers." The noble commander pulled a guard over and gave orders to him loudly.

"Yes."

The guard immediately turned around and ran out of the fortress, coming to the outside of the fortress, where a large number of mechanically modified humans gathered.

These mechanically modified humans were slaves bought by the nobles from all over the place. They were originally normal humans, but because they were physically weak, they could not bring more benefits to the nobles, so they were sent by the nobles to undergo mechanical modification.

More than half of the bodies of these mechanically modified people have been transformed into machines, including half a mechanical heart, two mechanical arms and a mechanical eye.

This transformation allows them to better adapt to harsh environments and improve work efficiency. In addition, some mechanically modified people have greater strength, can easily carry heavy objects or mine ores, and can bring greater benefits to the nobles.

Other mechanical cyborgs have more agile skills and faster speed. Their legs and arms are replaced with machines, which allows them to run quickly and attack enemies.

These cyborgs were usually trained to be thugs for the nobility, and even with their bare hands, they could easily defeat dozens of ordinary soldiers. Tens of thousands of cyborgs stood silently outside the fortress, and no one dared to leave without permission.

Even though the fortress had just been bombarded and some cyborgs had been killed, none of them dared to escape without permission.

They knew that they were not only the slaves and property of the nobles, but also the capital of showing off among the nobles. If anyone tried to escape, the bomb implanted in their body would explode immediately, which would cause them to lose their lives.

Moreover, since they were all branded with the noble crest, even if they managed to escape, no one would dare to take them in, as this would be against the nobles.

Only some hostile nobles would take them in to disgust the original masters of these mechanical laborers.

Therefore, although their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, they still chose to stay where they were and wait for their fate to take place.

The noble guard quickly ran to the open space behind the fortress, his eyes scanning the group of mechanical modified humans standing quietly in front of him.

After a brief observation, he waved his hand casually and announced loudly:

"You guys follow me into the fortress, and the rest of you continue to wait here."

The mechanical workers pointed out by the guards immediately took action. They quietly and quickly followed the guards' pace and ran towards the interior of the fortress together.

The other mechanical workers who were not selected could only continue to stay where they were and wait patiently for the next instructions. They did not dare to raise any objections to the guards' orders.

Even if these guards had not been mechanically modified, they might not be able to defeat these mechanically modified laborers, but these noble guards could easily decide their life or death.

There are also hierarchies among slaves, and the hierarchy is extremely strict.

However, at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded.

"Rumble"

A massive shell struck without warning, accurately striking the guards and mechanical workers who were about to enter the fortress. Instantly, everyone was blown away by the powerful impact, their broken bodies slamming to the ground like broken branches, unable to move.

Then, another round of even more intense artillery fire was heard, marking the beginning of the second round of bombardment. Shells rained down like raindrops, and dense explosions rang out one after another, plunging the entire scene into chaos and bloodshed.