Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 138 People who are close to the sun are considered madmen or geniuses

The Bordeaux was playing the sailor's barcarolle that the captain had found somewhere. Those ancient and simple monotonous melodies beat Alan Bayer's head, turning his thoughts into a mess of excrement.

"Ahem, Captain, he waited for demand and alien fluctuations, and dug through the ceiling at the same time. Isn't that a very serious matter? Stop my Barcarolle."

the captain asked suddenly. "How do I know that it's a barcarolle? He actually doesn't understand that song."

Alan Bair realized belatedly that he had a translator, but otherwise he answered calmly. "Isn't that what I listen to when sailing a boat?"

The captain nodded. "It's really not bad, Bu Nao. Since their hero begs for it like this, do you have any favorite music?"

Alan Bayer thought about whether everything sounded like military songs based on the current artistic level of the empire, and he immediately shook his head. "Give him a clean handle, so that the roar of the pistons and the strange whispers of the void sound like the sound of battle."

The captain nodded. "Indeed, Lieutenant Colonel, I have great taste. There is never peace in a war. Shouldn't those orcs need me to spend so much time?"

"There are a lot of them, but their equipment and supplies are just that. Even in the worst case scenario, the death of all those Mechanicus will not make the Astra Militarum lose the battle against the heretics in a short period of time. It seems that something has become a problem for me. ”

Alan Bair looked at the empty bridge. He put away his tactical tablet and nodded. "The staff is very propaganda and incitement. Skadi's soldiers know everything they need to do, and he has asked the staff to spread the word that the Mechanicus who follow them is a heretic."

said the captain. "What's wrong? In his opinion, that Mechanicus is just a little poor."

Alan Beyer replied. "If I were to call the four evil cybernetic cyborgs with mechanical legs and arms, big choppers, and giant cymbals an ordinary Mechanicum, then would the difference between a green-skinned technocrat and a technosage be equivalent to nothing?"

The captain shook his head. "Don't they have different skins?"

Alan Bayer said jokingly. "Then if he wears a red robe, wouldn't he be equivalent to a technical sage?"

The captain looked troubled. "That's true, it's a bit hard to tell them apart!"

After saying that, the two people laughed, Alan Beyer said. "I'm getting a better sense of humor, Captain."

the captain replied. "I can't help it. There's really not a day when I'm not happy when I'm marching with you. Is that Mechanicus really a heretic?"

Alan Bair nodded. "I can't tell that the Mechanicus is normal, but he can feel that the gear boy is not a good thing."

The captain looked at the boundless void and the protruding light spears of his battleship. "They can kill him now. Burn everything with the spear and leave nothing behind."

Alan Beyer said. "He wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife. It's obviously better to let the orcs kill the heretic. He doesn't want to be investigated by the Inquisition. Don't forget, they still need to consider it. If they kill an enemy of the empire tomorrow, they will kill another one tomorrow. ”

"If you want to spend your old age peacefully, you must choose your own vegetables as cleanly as possible, otherwise the confinement period waiting for them will not be easy. You have to do more than the master."

The captain nodded silently. He could not refute that such a situation did exist outside the empire. Although he was not afraid of it despite his noble background, the young officer in front of him had a real "unstable foundation".

At the end of that dark 40th millennium, human beings were still social beings, and relationships and backgrounds were still important. The empire would never lack tragedies of heroes suddenly disappearing, and Alan Bair would always need to be careful not to leave any clues. Although He fought diligently for the Empire, but his use of Dark Age technology and alien weapons was anything but clean.

If he is very good in the Imperial Guard, of course he can be a little better, but when he wants to retire, he can go to any academy to be an officer instructor or in the agricultural world to enjoy the confinement of a farmer, maybe become a noble and enjoy being among the people. During the confinement period, he must be as clean as possible and not offend others.

Taiyang is easy to break, and sometimes the blade needs to reduce its own strength before it can become a legendary sword through the ages, otherwise it will be a demon sword that can hurt people and themselves. He does not want Skadi's name to become a cult or high priest in the empire after the moon. The Lord plastered the illusion, at least within the time he could predict.

He never speaks out and will not offend others. The Imperial Guard respects him, the Planetary Governor is afraid of his power, and the Mechanicum is greedy for his treasure. Maybe a hundred years later, if he still does not die in the war, he may become a A high lord, of course he was not interested.

The average lifespan of high lords is two hundred. Compared with the average lifespan of high-ranking people in the empire of 5600 years, they are quite "short-lived". Even the best machinery in the empire cannot maintain those who are facing the empire's huge rule across the galaxy. The countless pressures and data generated at the time.

Compared to being in a high position, Alan Bayer feels that that kind of responsibility is torture. Those who step into it are not elites selected by major forces, nor are they tycoons who accept torture in exchange for benefits.

With so many thoughts on his mind, Alan Baier made up his mind to get rid of that stupid Icarus under unknown circumstances. Although he didn't know why he fell and imitated the orcs, Alan Baier knew that he was like that. Heresy should burn in flames.

Outside the window of the battleship, the alien-modified Steel Gate appeared in front of it. As a huge asteroid spanning hundreds of kilometers, it became larger and larger in the field of vision. It seemed that its appearance had been greatly changed. Gears and statues, the Empire The skeletons or big clocks were replaced by Brother Mao's big face, the gears turned into fangs, and several ferocious imitation imperial warships stood outside the void, doubling their sharpness.

And in the world where fate is beating, Icarus will definitely not be trapped, and he will not die. On the contrary, that encounter will make him reborn. He knows that Icarus must first survive the labyrinth of Milotaurs. Get wings.

He knew very well that he could not die in Skadi's only regiment. He had already entered the monitoring system there with his knowledge early in the trip. He could not destroy the entire battleship's system, but he could confuse her machine soul.

After a little manipulation of the chaotic virus code, the picture in the control room of the Bordeaux became strange, and then in an instant it turned into the kind of mechanical priest who was thinking quietly and motionless.

And Icarus calmly adjusted his body, and those twisted gears turned. His desire for knowledge made him prepare to crazyly transform his brain.

That's right, he transformed his own brain. If I look at it that way, I still have to wonder whether he is really alive. He set up advance protocols and procedures for his robotic arm, and only simulated the transformation of his brain once. Crazy legwork starting from the head to his belly.

His abdomen is not a weak spot of mortal flesh, but is filled with a terrifying defense machine made of adamantine and ceramic, and he has a small void shield to ensure that his personal defense is enough to reach the Astartes level, but the only problem is Otherwise, his head would still not be 100% mechanized, and his soul would not be able to become real data.

But before that Icarus saw his wings, he would not agree to die. Even if he transformed himself, he would not hesitate to change himself. Such a dark will could not be like this, and even a technical sage could not guarantee such madness. The leg surgery was successful. The lunatic actually used a simple program designed by the crude automatic leg and arm plus the robotic arm that was just made during that time.

When those chain saws pried open his head, Icarus had already shut down his body's power. The crazy lunatic did not hesitate at all. If he could only get a chance to survive in Skadi's only leg, he would definitely Not a trace of hesitation.

The dangers of heretics are like this, mobility, and madness. Although most of the heretics' behaviors are just self-destructive behaviors, they can't stand up to the crowd and the gods will really gift such stupid things.

The ground is wet with blood, the loyal ground made of fine gold, those crazy flowers and machine oil carry human blood. It is hard to imagine how those messy things can be integrated together. All the technologies mastered by the Mechanicus are used as sharp blades to transform human beings. In his body.

The unconscious Icarus was kneeling on the ground like a martyr, while four robotic arms were programmed to pluck his blood vessels and muscles, pipes or fuel lines.

At this moment, if the Bordero suddenly accelerates or decreases, or if the soldiers of Skadi's sole regiment check the room, the heretic will die, or the program will go wrong, or the mechanical arm will malfunction. He is not walking a tightrope at all, but committing suicide. .

But the Chaos Gods and Destruction have destined that bastard to become the spokesperson of their will. More than death, they need that mortal to continue his arrogant life, and to recognize himself will be the divine choice of the Ohm Messiah.

By chance, luck, and moment, when Icarus woke up again, he could feel that his body was still natural, that he was alive, not a soul or in some non-physical world, even if his brain was at its weakest. Dong Bao Lu Te Tellurium was operated by a precarious and almost uncontrolled robotic arm in the air, but he still survived.

The rest of his life did not frighten that bastard. He lay limp on the ground, his red robe stained with blood and engine oil. He could not help but feel proud of himself, and he felt like he was about to die.

According to Alan Bayer, it probably meant that the child's head was burned out and there was no way he could be saved. An extermination order was recommended.

But Icarus can feel that he has succeeded in hiding the truth. He is not the person chosen by the God of All Planes. He is at the same level as Ommisai. He believes that he will definitely succeed in the future, achieve the greatest things, and bring the golden age of mankind to the future. Come again, and the wisdom of the orcs is indispensable.

His arrogance has put him in the same position as the Emperor, stupid and brainless.

Those who play with heretics and aliens are destined to pay a price, but those damn things will cause greater losses to mankind before they die.

When the battleship docked, Icarus walked out of the room without any scruples. His high spirits made the malicious eyes of the members of Skadi's only group who had just received the news of his heresy become strange. In his eyes, those emotions were neither envy nor envy. He is a member of the powerful Cult Mechanicus.

In Alan Baier's eyes, the guy seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and it was obvious that he was in the execution ground. When they started drilling holes and entered the orcs' exterior, they shot the heretic to death, and then followed Alan Baier's instructions. Er threw him outside the orc lair along a path designed in advance, pretending to be an accident.

Even for the melta bullet that was used to execute him, Alan Bayer made a fake bill and changed it to be stolen by local thieves and flowed into the local black market, ensuring that the mechanical priest's death would be unknown.

And Icarus was also prepared. He was almost the first to enter the login warehouse, because he knew very well that long-term pain was worse than short-term pain. If the Imperial Guard wanted to kill him, he must die first and then live.

Due to the target's cooperative actions, Alan Bayer happily walked beside him, and without any scruples used his relic leg gun to press the head of the bastard in front of him.

“Am I afraid of heresy?”

Icarus answered. "Why does he seek fear? When we want his physical form to disappear, something is destined to happen between them, and he is not a heretic, but a true believer in the Mechanicus."

Because the emotional control device was destroyed during the brain transfer surgery, he became extremely emotional, and his language became similar to that of ordinary people. The once powerful mechanical sense turned into a voice with electronic music, but he was always present. Not revealing his arrogance, the arrogance that he thinks he can control his own destiny.

Alan Bayer looked at him with interest. "I have been reborn. If he was very suspicious before, then I am a complete heretic now."

Icarus cursed. "Imperial Guard, don't blame me, the Messiah of Ohm is here, and his loyalty can be seen in the sky and the earth, and the void is the proof." His condition has never been so good, but Alan Bair is still in trouble because of the monitor beam that still exists. Legs and feet.

But when Bordeaux slowly stopped, Alan Bayer also realized that they were near their destination. Ruming's Steel Gate was strictly controlled by the Imperial Navy's fleet, monopolizing their waterways and escape routes. At the same time, the Empire The navy also built a watchtower, where it monitored the movements of the heretical red pirates.

It was a real fighting area, which was very bad and dangerous at the same time, but Bordeaux was as smooth as an officer arriving at the military camp. When passing an imperial warship, the command point would echo with the greetings of other warships.

Because the Bordeaux is not a hero, the hero who defeated the Ark of Omen, nor is it a great battleship of the empire. Its captain, crew, and the battleship itself are all the nemesis of the Ark of Omen!

Now that Bordero came to the end of the Steel Gate, Alan Bair and the soldiers also began to wear jump uniforms. This was the trial of the heretic Icarus and the beginning of their rescue operation. In about a day, they There are many things they need to find ways to accomplish before all their oxygen is consumed.

Without food or water, they had their own weapons, ammunition, and half a day's worth of oxygen tubes. However, the heroes did not feel that they would never return, because they had defeated more terrifying enemies!