Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Between adamantine and ceramite, among the garbage and rot, the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment rummaged through things, looking for things that were still useful to the Empire, things that were useful, those restless mechanical souls.

They wore leg braces and rummaged through green-skinned corpses, spores, or other filthy things without any expression, because anything valuable in them could bring a lot of value.

But the electromagnetic guns, automatic guns and other waste used by the servitors are not valuable. To be precise, they are not valuable compared to the Imperial Guards that the empire fully supplies.

But Skadi soldiers will not hate that kind of work. It is rare for them to escape from the blood and killing, and awaken their humanity in such tedious labor. They, who were born in the hive city, have been doing such things since they were young. It’s as if people in the agricultural world are dealing with countless corrosive fertilizers.

Steel, scrap iron, death, and cold are commonplace for the Skadi people. When they were cleaning up those things, Lieutenant General Marcato was waiting in the Coloni that had landed, holding a badge of triumph on his legs. For a long time.

It's no wonder that Mr. Marcato's information is delayed. Just a few thousand kilometers in the vast void can cause a significant delay in the Imperial Guard's electrical signal. When Marcato stood with his legs in the dust all afternoon, he Only then did I get the communication from Alan Bayer.

"Boss, there are wounded in our regiment. They are stationed locally. Please rest first."

Makato listened to the radio's appearance, his brows twitching slightly. "Adjutant, have I received a request for medical supplies?"

The adjutant shook his head. "No, not during that time."

Marcato replied. "That kid is so poor, why doesn't he apply? There are obviously no injured, what kind of evil does he want to do!"

Marcato was at fault for a lot of cultivation by Alan Bayer, and it was natural that he was at fault for his scheming and little personality. He put down his badge and turned on the communicator.

"Is the Coloni over there? Is that Lieutenant General Marcato? Call the Skadi Single Regiment. Is our regiment commander here?"

The communicator responded quickly. To use the slang of the Imperial Guard, it felt like lightning hitting my ears. Because everyone in the Empire paid close attention to communication, and the artillery fire on the battlefield often roared, causing The sound setting is quite loud.

Alan Bair, who was drinking coffee at the moment, was watching the black liquid in the bowl swirling. His head had just been empty, and he was letting out the feeling of defeating One-Eye from his head, enjoying the few quiet moments, and waiting for the Imperial Guard to touch something good.

Until the thunderous sound roared, he subconsciously stood up to answer the phone, causing the precious artificial coffee in Yuruming battlefield to spill out.

The dark liquid spilled a little on the table, staining a corner of the map, and also showed the hasty departure of its owner. The dim promethium lamp illuminated the dim room, and the moist liquid dripped to the ground, but there was something on the ground. The strange curvature is slightly invisible, allowing those things to get wet into the drainage outlet on the east side of the ground.

"Huh? Coffee?" A weak voice came from the pipe, and his thick green leg fingers wiped the dripping on his head, but he was scolded by One Eye. "Don't shut up, Iron Teeth!"

said the orc. "I'm not a tough guy, boss."

One Eye answered. "If you don't, I will say no. I'm Minghong. Now, let's go to the entire transport plane near the star port."

The right leg of the original second-generation one-eyed man was silent when he was in school. They were restless, rustling and shuttled through the empire's pipes with their huge bodies. It's a good thing that the equipment was almost at a standstill, otherwise there would be all kinds of things waiting for them. Contaminate water.

It's good that the Adeptus Mechanicus hardly excretes, and there are no toilets there, but the pollution caused by their experiments is even more excessive, causing people to mutate or directly corrode skin, flesh, and even bones, and watch their climbing feet being rotten by the liquid. In this place, there are strange moss glowing on the walls, and I can't help but feel a little scared.

But their lurking was wrong. The soldiers of Skadi's only regiment did not realize that they who usually drilled pipes had encountered the wrong leg that time.

Alan Bayer hung up the phone at this moment and looked at the stains next to the tea cup. He was so distressed that he wanted to take a few sips of the star map. However, he gave up after considering that he had been carrying that thing around for a long time and was probably as dirty as the soles of his shoes. Got that stupid idea.

"It's really unlucky, I didn't find anything good." Alan Baier complained. Most of the external supplies of the Mechanicus have been wasted by the orcs, including weapons or fine iron, not to mention the re-jumping boats, and many of the Bloodaxe's Chaos staff. Could you please tell me if the green-skinned soldiers tied up promethium or crystal cores and played with the Imperial Guard?

He expressed sympathy for Ruming Blood Ax's stupidity, but without that kind of fighting will added to the physical fitness of the orcs, it would definitely cause a lot of obstacles to the Imperial Guard. It would be very difficult for the Skadi to kill them there. .

But apart from the fact that all leftover things are not rubbish, Alan Bayer still has doubts about One-Eye's death. Maybe he is unfounded, but...

Alan's eyes looked at the coffee he had spilled, and he suddenly realized that yes, if the liquid fell eastward, it should dry up on the ground. Even if the adamantine floor reduced the friction of the coffee, it would only splash a few steps at most.

But if the mark is absolutely curved, then the other side where the coffee liquid slides means that the building is slightly tilted.

Alan Bayer soon realized that something was good. He had seen the design drawings of that place. The three asteroids of the Steel Gate were all completely symmetrical. There was a church on the main star, and the other two were prayer rooms and other structures. It's almost the same, depending on the level of the empire's buildings, there will be differences in levels, even if there are no asteroids.

So does it mean that there is a secret room high up, and there is something on the west side of the main star that causes a height difference there, but it is not that big, and the resulting height is weak and invisible.

"Interesting, what are the Adeptus Mechanicus doing?" Alan Bayer crouched down and poured out another drop of coffee from his teacup. The liquid left a diagonal trace on the ground.

There is no doubt that there is something, but the main star is dozens of kilometers in size, almost equivalent to a hive. How easy is it to find that small "mistake" that affects the entire building?

Give up? Alan Bayer thought about the place he fought in the east, where he worked hard to fight the orcs, but didn't get anything at first. It was not in line with his character, and he felt like he was working for a red worker.

The thief didn't return empty-handed, and Skadi didn't work hard. He soon began to have a good idea. He wanted to use the engine guy's thinking to determine where the secret room existed.

If he were not a machine man, he would definitely hold an initiation ceremony to limit the number and qualifications of those who could enter the secret room. Their belief in the God of All Machines would be divided into many guilds, and that one would be no exception.

Secondly, the people who know about it must be our own people, so the place where the entrance is arranged will be relatively private, which is private for the Mechanicus, as it is a place where they store their knowledge.

At the same time, it is kept strictly confidential, and no one enters or exits at ordinary times. Although the STC strictly keeps it in their own heads, there is still a huge amount of basic knowledge and religious texts in the huge database of the Mechanicum, because there is no so-called Internet. Circuits and storage chips, the database is a library composed of a large number of cowhide volumes.

"Absolutely, the oil guy will definitely do that if he asks for permission."

Alan Bayer muttered and drank the coffee in his lap. He just thought it was a leisure time after the war. It would be good to play Sherlock Holmes or something. He wouldn't lose money anyway.

Thoughts come quickly, actions take place quickly, no one will wait for you on the battlefield, and being vigorous and resolute is basically not the standard for an Imperial Guard officer. If you want to survive, you have to turn your head and legs at the same time.

After walking through several rooms, bypassing those winding places, and moving among the messy things of the Mechanicus and the orc-modified objects, the journey to the database was not a long one.

At first, the place that was sacred to the Mechanicus appeared in front of the Imperial Guard. The precious knowledge composed of vellum was stored here. However, the database was strictly monitored by the security system. They were not sure of the strength of the protection of that place. High, it’s simply appalling.

The metal gear gate made of fine gold is inlaid with gems to provide him with enough energy. The entire gate is wrapped in the forbidden position and reinforced with fine gold. The gems provide energy at all times to ensure that the equipment can be maintained even if no one is maintaining it. Can last for hundreds of years.

The wall next to it has been strictly reinforced. The special structure made by the Adeptus Mechanicus can protect it from bombing by warships, but it also means that such a thing is abnormally fake.

Alan Bayer knocked on the wall and smashed something with his power weapon. There was no doubt that there were no scratches and it was indestructible even if the stance was destroyed. Moreover, the material sounded a bit similar to titanium crystal armor, which had high It has strength and high toughness while being as light as ceramic steel.

"Material science of titanium?" Alan Bayer smiled bitterly. Motor oil guys keep saying that aliens are cheap every day, but the research behind those things is non-stop. It seems that technicians have special privileges.

Ruming could have stopped in front of the gate and looked at the damn thing.

He fumbled with the thing, interested, until he discovered that the wetware mounted on it and the rough display screen outlined the title in a blurry image, written on it.

[The God of All Machines is here, and the Mechanicus is willing to exchange knowledge with any knowledgeable person, but please accompany Dong with a member of the Mechanicus who is at the level of technical sage, and translate ancient Eastern texts alone to represent your wisdom. 】

Complex Dark Age fonts gradually appeared. For the human empire of that era, translating the stories of humankind's past represented a loosening of knowledge.

In other words, he must know the prosperity and experience of mankind in the Dark Ages, because words cannot be the carrier of history. If you look at it that way, the topic of Mechanicus is tricky and troublesome.

But Alan Bayer wrote the content fluently.

[From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save them!

From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect them!

Steel, protect them from the wrath of the beast!

From the temptation of minced meat, Silica, purify them!

From the ravages of the destroyer, soul, shelter them!

From that creature's rotten prison, Mechanicum, set us free!

Omnisiah! Omnisiah!

Omnisiah! Omnisiah!

Where there is no unchanging truth in flesh and blood, there is decay.

Where there is no lasting strength in flesh and blood, there is weakness.

Where there is no eternal stability in flesh and blood, there is decay.

There is no certainty in flesh and blood, except death.

From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save them!

From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect them!

Steel, protect them from the wrath of the beast!

From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify them!

From the ravages of the destroyer, soul, protect them!

From the rotten cage of that creature, mechanical god, set us free!

Omnissiah! Omnissiah! Omnissiah! Omnissiah! 】

The monitor gradually opened the door after a low hum, and the hidden things of the Mechanicus were gradually unveiled. In the huge data room, countless files carried the wisdom accumulated by the human empire, but Ailanbaier didn't care. He only cared about how to kill the aliens.

But that place made a "rough man" like him feel amazed. Countless servo skulls flew automatically in the sky, cleaning and adjusting that place all the time. The circular library was hundreds of meters in size. From one end, it was almost impossible to see the end. The clever optical illusion made me judge the space there inaccurately with my naked eyes. It seemed as if the ocean of knowledge was endless.

But there was no open space there. Most of the place was filled with tables, chairs, benches, bookshelves, and files. Only the servo skull could move freely in such a place.

Alanbair breathed in a strong ancient smell, of course, the rotten and smelly brown paper. He walked past those ancient books and wisdom, things that made countless scholars crazy, and walked to the middle of the circular library without chairs, benches, and bookshelves.

That should be the location of the secret room, otherwise it should not be vacant. Such a place is worth every inch of land, but abruptly left about 10 meters of open space in the middle area?

Is it beautiful? Are all Mechanicus pragmatists!

Alanbair took out his relic leg gun and adjusted it to the hot melt mode. Although it was quite unethical to do so, he didn't like it.

"To the Emperor and all his saints, he will forgive him." The mouth hesitated, but the legs moved without hesitation. The hot melt hit the ground violently, melting the adamantium and steel, revealing the deep secrets of the earth.

A half-dissected Titan, an orc, an unseen plant cultivated by the Mechanicus, or a brand new weapon, Alanbair picked up something that looked good, such as a rifle with a crystal and a futuristic feel, and fired at the dissected greenskin corpse.

The bullet burst out with a strong light, and then quickly turned into a gravitational black hole, distorting physics, and the whole orc was crushed into minced meat in less than a second.

"Gravity weapon?" Alanbair looked at the thing in surprise, although there was only one, so he took it.

And then, it was time to open the treasure chest.