Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 134 The Ominous Blade of Tank Arrival

There have been a lot of internal transfers within the Mechanicus recently. Even without the permission of the foundry director, the gear boys can't help but wonder where those mechanical creations will go. In the final analysis, what is emotional suppression and what is wholehearted service to Ohm's Misai and the Lord of All Machines? god.

After all, the Mechanicus is still driven by the desire for knowledge, and it uses mechanical transformation and faith to escape the spell of one of the Chaos Gods, the Lord of Change.

It has to be said that they are very smart, and the method is so smart that the Emperor agrees, and even... could he personally be wrong about the plan carried out by that method, but in any case, the Mechanicus is wrong for humans, especially the dark 40th For mankind at the end of the millennium, it is absolutely effective.

"Quick, quick, quick, that box is particularly important, my stupid servitor!" The strong flow of data stimulated the body of the transport servitor, although the reason for the slow progress was that they left the Hydra tank that was too late to leave. Pray with those things, but they are still very good at blaming other things.

No, it can even be said that the "training" of the servitors is not the monthly routine of individual priests. They are still very concerned about their own creations and clones.

But the priest still said to his companions. "I didn't expect that the Founding Governor actually gave that thing to the Imperial Guard."

said another. "They can't research anything. Can ordinary people really control such an engine?"

His data eyes flashed with a hint of, well...complex human nature, and then he said. "He has protected her for so many years and still cannot change. Maybe the Imperial Guard can..."

said the one who asked the question. "Don't think too much, the God of All Opportunities bless her."

The two men in red robes looked at each other, and without any more doubts, they watched the huge machine being slowly transported in.

After those imperial war engines entered the transport plane, containers of various sizes approached the place where the Skadi Sole Regiment was stationed. At that time, the Skadi Sole Regiment, or the Skadi Battle Group, was several times smaller than it is now. Troops composed of regiments.

They suddenly opened up a military base of their own in the hive. After the founding governor approved, they could do anything in that world like a duck to water...

They can enjoy the rotten atmosphere and disgusting folk customs of that world. The residents there are not human at all. I can't buy anything and they won't sell it. There is no black market in the world of the Mechanicus. There are countless trades and nobles. Praying, repairing, beating, and killing with teeth.

Alan Bayer was in his office, thinking about how long it had been since he had sweets. They suddenly lost contact with the Ministry of Military Affairs, and normal supplies could no longer be obtained. Even if he complained about the chocolates issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs before, Synthetically, those cookies have no flavor, but something is better than nothing.

There is no problem in relying solely on that star system to meet the monthly daily needs of tens of thousands of Imperial Guardsmen, but all the better things are in the Imperial Legs. The Skadi Sole Regiment, which was once an elite force, rarely felt the need for supplies even when traveling. shortage.

They plundered the property of the nobles when the One-Eye of Bufo was besieging the entire Karoo City. After Mr. John took office, the Imperial Guard was very ruthless in providing supplies, which kept the Skadi Regiment away from hunger, and even often tasted snacks and delicacies.

And when Ru Ming Alan Bair pried open his lunch, he saw a canned Goro beast with dry pieces of meat. The fat that often stuck to the surface had been cut off before processing. Although the supply was still sufficient, But that situation has shown that Karu City, or that star system, can no longer afford the huge war expenses.

Once the army takes action, the war engine requires fuel, personnel supplies, administrative transfers, and ammunition. The vacancies created are so huge that it is indescribable. The production and transportation of them are enough to crush a world.

Alan Bayer looked at the dry meat of Promethium Dengdong, stained with soup. He should eat gratefully, but if the war intensified, such supplies would make the situation worse, and the lack of calories would No murder.

"Staff officer, how long have things like that been circulating in their place?"

The counselor put away the cards he was playing. "About three weeks ago, he asked about the war ahead in the void. He requested that most of the supplies be sent there as much as possible. The oil would be used for the maintenance of the battleship, and a large part of it was used to make new individual soldier rations. "

Alan Beyer said. ‘Qi is a caloric additive, broken into pieces and smeared on dry food. Finally they couldn’t even eat the slime distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs. "

Although the taste of that kind of emergency individual soldier rations is criticized, as a commander, Alan Bayer has to comment that with only three bags, the tactical belt is full, and the amount and swelling of the stomach are enough to support a day of force. Would it lead to malnutrition if the army was in the army? It would simply not be a gift from the Emperor.

But those things are not available in the Ming Dynasty. Canned food and starch can be used to fight defensive battles, but in the case of a surprise attack, the slime is definitely better. He has imagined that the oil is spread on the biscuits, and he begs the soldiers Swallow those greasy bricks of flour.

"Damn it, they need the empire. They have to admit that although the Ministry of Military Affairs is scolded by them all day long, they can't live without him..."

Although the Ministry of Military Affairs has been emphasized time and again as the most useless and stupid outside the empire, and even the Imperial Guard will insult him, such a large, stubborn, and corrupt bureaucracy still cannot coordinate the current affairs of the empire for hundreds of millions of Imperial Guards. The only existence of supplies.

The resources generated by the Empire World alone can definitely supply each legion, but the Empire World does not have as powerful a transportation capability as the Ministry of Military Affairs. Even if the Ministry of Military Affairs does not, the old empire is full of high blood pressure, often blocked, and filled with grease. Blood vessels, but blood vessels are blood vessels. People cannot live without blood vessels, just like an empire cannot live without a military department.

The Imperial Guard are now rootless water, and will have nothing left until the warp storm ceases completely.

But those messy thoughts were quickly interrupted by the roar of buzzing engines. Dozens of Mechanicus transport planes arrived here, begging the Imperial Guard to open their warehouses.

"Here it comes, the goods he ordered." Alan Byrma was opening the communicator. "Open the warehouse, let the oil guys in, don't let them touch it, and then get the hoes and other things he has prepared, including those dark age firearms without bullets."

Alan Beyer tidied up his military uniform. During that time, he had indeed slacked off a bit and even looked slovenly. I doubt those engine oil guys would care.

He walked into the warehouse where the transport ship landed. The Skadi Sole Regiment provided a small box to the Mechanicus, and the Mechanicus needed a war engine made of fine iron that took several years to build in that forge world.

Seeing such a "fair" transaction, Alan Bayer felt a little proud.

Technopoly, boy.

But on the other hand, dark age technology is almost priceless in the eyes of those engine guys, so it’s hard to say who makes the profit...

When the ancient human relic was pushed over by the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment, the Adeptus Mechanicus showed incredulous expressions. When they went from uncertainty to realizing that the mortal troops in front of them really put equipment that could be used as holy relics in ordinary containers. Put together, the Mechanic-Priest made a rather fluctuating sound.

"C... Lieutenant Colonel, are you sure? They don't need soft cushions, reinforced glass, relevant prayers or a strong enough restraint stance or anything like that?"

Alan Bayer looked at the box of "trash" and replied. "Forget it, it's nothing. We want to ask Toji to find a place to get some more."

In Alan Bayer's universe, which has the translator of the shooting assist system and the untouchable mode, there is basically no place to go except the subspace and the lairs of the major races. He can dig up human heritage as long as he asks for it, so naturally he doesn't care about those " Rubbish".

But for the Mechanicus, those weapons and equipment are treasures that require countless sacrifices and battles for the priests to obtain. Will the priest feel the number of mood swings today? In his life after transformation, from the beginning The total number of times in the past few decades has been greater.

"As long as you are...satisfied..." He held back his collapse, even though his servo skull kept emphasizing his emotional instability. After he finally stabilized his emotions, he called in dozens of highly modified elite skitarii. Lift away those treasures.

But whether to reciprocate or not, he spoke. "Lord Lieutenant Colonel, the Void War is over. General Makato, Commander-in-Chief of Steel Gate and Gondwa Western Theater, has secured that space domain."

"But the war is not over yet. The relevant reports have been conveyed to your tactical tablet. According to his wrong records, you have no habit of checking them. I would like to remind Yidong."

Alan Bair scratched his head. "Finished? So fast?" He didn't carry a tactical tablet at all. It could even be said that he only used it to receive the layers from the battleship.

He was indeed a bit incompetent as a commander, but no... He looked at the staff officer. "Advisor, why didn't you tell him?"

The staff officer replied. "The military affairs department's leg book, please ask the imperial officer to check the sacred tablet at least once a day to update strategic information. He thinks that an excellent commander like you can definitely do it."

Alan Bayer frowned, and he was good at talking. First, he turned his responsibilities into obligations, then pushed the question back to his face, and then complimented him.

"Okay... let's talk about that when they go back."

The staff officer watched Alan Bair turn around and go back. Ma Zai wiped the sweat from his forehead with his leg fingers. At this moment, the Mechanicus also answered. "In addition to the standard supplies, they have extra gifts."

He drove his mechanical neurons, and electromagnetic waves filled the air. Hundreds of servitors opened a huge transport ship with all their strength, and the goods inside revealed their ferocious fangs and repressive aura.

She currently does not have a driver, so she can push the servitor forward with full force. Its huge body is about 2-3 times the standard shape of Lemanus, and its huge body can launch accelerated secondary propulsion rockets. The barrel appeared as black as the void.

Imperial Guard commanders and Imperial Guard soldiers would be crazy about this thing. The dark paint and scorpion barb-like marks on it, the negligible bullet marks and damage to the tracks represent its age and the history of the war. trace.

But no one would despise her for being a second king, and even having a second king would make her even greater.

Alan Bair swallowed. "The Emperor, old man, what about Futai, Poison Blade?"

The Emperor's Baneblade and its countless variants are one of the oldest Imperial tank designs in use.

It has some standard templating technology that only existed in the dark technology era of its own architecture.

Those STC technologies are limited to a dozen forging worlds, and the most requested Emperor's Poison Blade is still produced by Mars.

It is said that in the past the Emperor's Baneblades served in full divisions under the Emperor's command. An Imperial Guard would be extremely lucky to have a company of three vehicles, and most of the time there was only one.

Because the Emperor's Baneblade is in extremely short supply, is it because it possesses both powerful destructive power and tenacious survivability? At the same time, such a steel behemoth can inspire high morale in the troops.

Many "fake" giant tanks composed of thickened shells and cannons can also be used as poison blades to boost morale.

But the original Baneblade has a better engine, better heat dissipation, a better main gun and its powerful power, and the farewell method is also very simple. Alan Bair quickly walked behind her and climbed into the cockpit. , looking at the characters engraved next to the driver's seat.

"Forge World, Mars, vehicle name, dr.2457716. Cursed Blade.

Former crew members, Lieutenant Jayne Coteyn, Lieutenant Bannick... experienced..."

Alan Bair's head was buzzing. Is that true? He immediately climbed out of the poison blade and asked the priest of the Mechanicus again. "Why give him such a...gift?"

answered the Mechanicus. "She once collided with the heretic's flesh and blood engine during one service. After the violent explosion, she had irreversible psychic interference and could hardly function normally. Although her machine soul was still loyal, it was blocked by the heretic's things. pipeline."

"Not even the Mechanicus Priests of Mars, the Techno-Sages, or even the Tech-Marines of the Space Marines could physically replace her legs to erase her curse, and the wizards didn't even realize that no one could undo her witchcraft."

"But after a period of time, a diviner gave the only answer and brought her to that forging world. When that world faced suffering, her soul would be liberated."

"But as I see, she has been parked there for four hundred years, and those crew members have long since turned into dust. Even Mars has almost forgotten her existence."

Alan Bair looked at the Mechanic-Priest. "I think he could help her?"

answered the Mechanicus. "No, otherwise she would help me."

Although Alan Bair knew that most people in the empire regarded the technology of the Mechanicus as witchcraft, he knew very well that being wrong about the Mechanicus' spiritual skills did not mean he was proficient.

"Do I believe those prophecies?"

replied the priest. "Because he can't save her, it'll be the same no matter where he is."

Alan Beyer replied. "How pragmatic." He patted the body of the Emperor's Baneblade. "Thanks to my maintenance, he'll get her moving."

There is no hope for the Mechanicus-Priest. "I hope so…"

When the transport plane slowly left, the soldiers of the Skadi Sole Regiment and the 113th Regiment of Falakcita also filed in to touch and feel the machines of imperial honor, but no one dared to approach the Emperor's Baneblade, so they dared Genji looked at it.

Except for one person, the ensign pointed at the poison blade and yelled. "Boss, I really made a big baby, open it for him!"

Alan Byrma is holding that fool back. "If I dare to touch her, he will let me clean the toilet for half a year!"

The second lieutenant stopped and looked at the beautiful poison blade with resentment, hearing the constant laughter of the other soldiers.

Until Alan Bayer suddenly saw the lieutenant of the 113th Regiment of Falakcita staring at the poison blade intently.

What was the name of her former leader, Jayne... Alan Bair shouted. "Captain! Captain Kellys Arkady! What is the name of my former regimental commander?!"

Zaiwei replied. "His name is Jayne Noct, sir!"

Same surname? Alan Bair thought about something. Is that machine a curse that started four hundred years ago, and the 113th Falakxia Regiment is... three hundred years ago, and Mr. Jayne Noct has already survived because of the mechanical life extension. After three hundred years, can we say...

Could he be a descendant of the crew chief? Although Alan Beyer doesn't believe in fate, he says otherwise. "I'll do it, Lieutenant, he trusts me more than that idiot Second Lieutenant."

Zaiweima is swinging his legs. "He...he can't do it. He has never driven before. He just drives a hammerhead shark..."

She has been lucky enough to transform from a legacy of the empire into a regular army, not to mention driving a Baneblade and becoming her commander?

Alan Bayer said. "He believes that there are soldiers like me who can control her machine spirit."

Zaiwei still shook her head until she was pushed by her teammate. "Go and open, Lieutenant, their commander."

“They always have my back.”

Only at this moment did the captain make up her mind. She walked into the cockpit and brought the best soldiers of the 113th Regiment of Falakcita, but they pressed the engine to no avail, and the driving piston made a low sound.

The fuel has been filled, is it really not possible? When Zaiwei was frustrated, the dog tag of the former regiment leader hanging on her chest suddenly fell off, and the record fell next to the driver's seat.

[Jayne Noct] [Jayne Cortyne] The two names were like razors scratching the captain's heart. She wasn't sure, but...

"Follow him, madam, he is the heir of Major Jayne Noct, he is the Imperial Guard, he is the Hammer of the Empire, if you can still hear it, then don't sleep!"

She pressed the lever and the piston again, but it was quiet, disgusting quiet. When she sighed, was about to give up, and let go of her legs, the poison blade started to buzz.

At this moment, the Sleeping Beauty lady, four hundred years later, and with the spiritual inheritance of countless generations of humans, began to move again. The Emperor's Poison Blade slowly moved forward, and the entire garage screamed, and the huge monster directly Entering the training ground, most of the Imperial Guards were surprised. There was a transport plane. They lowered their heads and looked at the priest in the camp, and were so surprised that his face was twisted into iron.

He is dazzling. "Prophecy, is it true?!"

At this moment, a motor oil man had a suspicion that he was wrong about materialism...

Lieutenant, stay away!