Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

After the pleasure brought by shooting, Alan Bayer saw whether the thing in the leg was scrap metal, and the core crystal inside became dim after being stimulated to a certain amount.

"Defective product..." He looked at the powerful-looking test product like that, and it was not difficult to understand why such a weapon was not locked in the reliquary.

It's just a toy that crudely imitates the creations of the Dark Ages. It has value, but it has little actual effect. Thinking about it, Alan Bayer just destroyed an unknown amount of manpower and material resources from the empire with one shot of cocoa.

‘If you have done something wrong, the empire will forgive him. "

But no matter how pious he said, his legs moved without hesitation and threw the tattered gun to the side. At the end of the dark 40th millennium, although faith was renewed, pragmatism also prevailed.

In Yuezidong, where the war is constant, those who hesitate and those who are disloyal will die in the cruel dark void, and Alan Bayer is obviously not among them.

At this moment, the secret room of the Adeptus Mechanicus was dimly illuminated by the light revealed by the database. He could rely on the dim light to find out how many treasures there were in the secret room, which was about the size of a stadium.

Due to the smoke, dust and debris, servitors are not allowed to set foot in such a sacred place, and the oil guys don't like to do housework. The feeling of exploring there is a bit like exploring the greenskin lair. At this moment, Alan Bayer can't help but think of the captain's comments.

"As long as they wear the same robe, he won't be able to tell the difference between a technical sage and an orc technical master."

He opened the dusty cloth, and the scattered stuff danced in the air like elves, making him afraid to breathe. It smelled of engine oil or something else, but it was probably not a good thing.

"Damn it, what the hell is that!" Even though Alan Bayer was well-informed, the container covered with dusty rags on the east side shocked him. His body and flesh were twisted and mutated, and it was very strange. A large part of it has been mechanically transformed, and complex circuits and machines bind it outside. When its twisted flesh meets the light, the horse starts to drive, extending its tentacles... to wipe the floor?

"A subspace entity? Made of a servitor?" Alan Bair looked at the name given to it by the container and the words written in High Gothic.

[Cleaning Servant, won the 3500th time in the Holy Secret Hall, and won the Gene Sage Grand Prix Championship. 】

"Disgusting..." Alan Bayer took out his gun and smashed the twisted thing with one shot. It was obvious that this was the oil man's garbage production place, and there was no practical significance or mass production capability for anything there.

Moreover, the Forge World can only produce Sentinel mechas or Hydra tank technologies at most, which also limits the capabilities of the Mechanical Magos. As a result, the works there are as different as those of the legendary Magos of Caul. , we can talk about the difference between civil sciences and Chinese academy of sciences.

The flesh, blood and mechanical parts of the subspace body were scattered across Alan Bair's cheeks. The thing about the size of a monkey collapsed and released so much material after a burst of heat. It would be good if it could be used for fighting. It is probably uncontrollable. Look. It doesn't look like something you could take with you on warp travel.

God knows if it will "call friends" or something.

And such "exhibitions" and "honorary works" are even more obvious in that place, at the junction of the Pangia sub-sector and the Gundwar sub-sector, which is already a difficult-to-monitor edge, and even more so in the Forge World. Quite independent.

Isn't it obvious that the idiots who are ignorant of knowledge have made so many plans for the oil guys? If the Inquisition comes, it will be enough to burn the oil guys there a few times. But the irony is that the oil guys there are probably pregnant. Occupying a high position, even the flames of the Inquisitor cannot burn into the sparks, making their experiments here more secure.

Then Alan Bayer is even more confident in opening the treasure chest at this moment. Since I am engaged in gray research, he will also come to open my ancestral tomb. Isn't that no problem? Half a catty.

But the Mechanicus has had thousands of stupid games, so his legwork has gradually become rougher. The gold and silk champion cloth is basically nonsense, and they don't clean it, it's all dust!

What kind of alloy transparent bulletproof glass can be opened with a single blow from the destructive stance!

But the things inside are all kinds of rubbish, which is unbelievable. Some of them even Alan Bayer can't understand, and he can only guess at the famous names.

The Adeptus Mechanicus' strict secrecy of their knowledge left them with no instructions at all, as Alan Bair realized after some twisted and strange device exploded and sputtered with plasma that activated his personal void shield.

Digging through the trash there will lead to nothing!

Because of the strictly confidential STC of the Mechanicum, I cannot hope that a group of "civilian science masters" can use the things on their legs to build better ones. Not to mention that large items like Hydra tanks and sentries can not cast the wisdom of the Governor. The people gathered there The level of the sages is roughly equivalent to that of a construction site foreman.

In other words, if you are responsible for civilian industries such as construction sites, farming, and genetically modified plants, the competition there is equivalent to what those logistics personnel can fulfill their dreams of being a great sage.

Although there are a lot of materials there, the real black technology is probably found in the Governor's room.

Although there is a base for the Skitarii, the production and control of the Skitarii actually belong to Mars. A Martian sage has direct authority to command those soldiers beyond the group of civilians.

"Why are you so poor?" Alan Bayer frowned, but when he opened the curtain to the east in frustration, the world always surprised him.

[Ikaros counterattacked the machine soul virus bomb and won the 2354th casting competition championship of the Holy Secret Hall, the genetic modification competition championship, and the slave agreement production competition championship. 】

"That guy is not just a heretic, no wonder he is so difficult to deal with." Ailanbaier looked at the nameplate that was so arrogant that he put his name on the work. The Mechanicus was a pragmatist, so such behavior was actually hard to understand.

And the black bomb wrapped in the bulletproof crystal, the streamlined arc and the black shape revealed the designer's middle school, which was incompatible with the simple war style of the empire.

And Ailanbaier didn't find the fuse after searching for a long time, but Ikaros was really a genius, and he was unconventional. He wrote dense instructions on the product in ancient language.

Maybe it's not something ignited by flames, but something that is activated by an electromagnetic pulse of a specific frequency, and then hacks into the enemy's body and disrupts the machine soul.

And that frequency is not limited to any large machinery, so don't press the raised button on the bomb on your own warship or the machine, otherwise the machine soul virus will give you a special surprise.

"That kid has some ideas. If he had met him before he did those heretical behaviors, maybe they would become friends." Alan Baier was a little disappointed. That kid was a talent. If he could do something with their Mechanicus girls, then the Inquisition would definitely say it was good.

But life is destined not to have good things. People who could have been friends will become enemies, and people who were enemies will become friends. There will always be a problem of position.

Although the things made with the people he killed were a bit shabby, Alan was a pragmatist. He wanted to die alive.

And the room was very large, and there were still surprises. When Alan Baier stepped into the outer hall, he quickly realized that the rifle that surprised him before was not a folk science thing. It obviously had a prototype.

And the place where the prototype was stored was the outer hall, the magnificent place full of gears and Mechanicus symbols. There was an ancient Chinese slogan on it, which read [One month is clear, and the light of all machines shines. 】

Alan Baier had to frown, because he couldn't understand the situation. There was definitely a sacred and great place, huge buildings, golden gates, the greatness of machinery and the productivity of the empire were vividly displayed there, in that dusty club that seemed like a mysterious place.

Those ancient words that mortals could not understand brought countless romance and mystery to the place. Even for the Mechanicus, it was the same. Only by learning and working hard could you get the meaning of those words, but for Alan Baier...

Well... there was no mystery at all, and his mind was filled with the image of those oil men working hard to clean the gate there.

And entering the outer hall was naturally a puzzle that was welcomed by everyone. The Mechanicus was full of admiration for knowledgeable people, so there was no messy obstacle designed. Those who could gain wisdom at the end of the dark fortieth millennium should have the reward of seeing the outer hall.

The outer hall occupies almost half of the secret room, and its importance is obvious. The sacred display on the inside contains a thousand puzzles of the Dark Ages. Solving it requires not only knowledge, but also wisdom.

But when the bytes on the inside appear, with the help of the translator, the colonization assistance equipment of the Dark Ages actually has an external text encyclopedia to reduce the language problems caused by colonization and native intelligent creatures.

That's right, compared with shooting assistance, this device actually pays more attention to whether it can communicate and build with local aliens. On the contrary, the shooting system is attached, and it is more of a last resort.

Suddenly thinking of holding Google Translate as a treasure, Alan Baier felt a little sad...

"God Emperor, if you can really hear it, give him the entire military-level Dark Ages technology! He is not a militia!"

Pray, pose in the standard posture of the Imperial State Religion and silently recite the relevant Astra Militarum battlefield prayer? Alan Baier has that sentence, whether the Emperor is ruthless or not, he will not beg for mercy!

Enter the password, the puzzle is solved, the golden skull flickers in front of the golden door, and the loyal skeleton welcomes the visitor with a faint glow.

Gears turn, pistons roar, in the data of the God of All Machines, the cold and pure light of the outer hall sprinkles on Ailanbaier, and the uniforms of the officers of the Imperial Guard are stained with a hint of chill. That is a place where life or living things should not come, so that the body made of pure gold can enjoy the tranquility and death there.

The statue of the Om Messiah, as big as a pillar, stands in the hall. His pure eyes seem to be watching his offspring, or curious about why the flesh and blood body comes there.

Ailanbaier performs the Sky Eagle Salute to him. Unlike the mess and dust outside, it is clean and full of the atmosphere of the Imperial Church. As an imperial resident and an imperial guard, he can't help but slow down his pace. His military shoes are covered with dust. The golden floor made of pure gold here is stepping out the dust and dirt represented by mortals.

But the footprints made the cold, deserted, lifeless place feel a little warmer. In the center of the huge hall and the statue of Om Messiah, there was a relic cabinet driven by a whole crystal and crystal power generation equipment. The crystallization of the empire's wisdom, the storage of STCs or holy objects, stood in it.

"His emperor." Alan Baier walked forward quickly. The countless messy lines and the shining skull represented its author, a wise man of the empire.

Although it was unexpected, there was a place where even Ikaros could not set foot, where the true core of the Mechanicus was, such as the place where only the Forge Governor could set foot, or the Martian Sage. As a mortal, flesh and blood, Alanbair walked into that place, which was almost impossible in that Empire that completely monopolized knowledge.

But fate led him into that place, as if with traction. If someone really wanted him to get the relics there, then that person must be the Emperor.

But Alanbair still did not believe in fate. As an officer of the Imperial Guard, he could believe in himself. Whether it was the destruction of the ravaged land, or when the heretics and aliens were rampant, the Emperor would come in person, and he could not come in person, and he could replace the Emperor to carry out his will.

He was the Hammer of the Empire, the Shield of the Empire, and the real nightmare of the aliens. If there were people in that world who could get the relics there better than him, then it might be the Primarchs.

Ailanbaier stretched out his leg and fiddled with the complicated circuit, but he didn't feel any resistance. The golden cabinet storing the relics opened naturally, and the ancient air stored in it drifted with corruption, like the smell of an ancient library.

The silver relic was about the thickness of a finger, small but made Ailanbaier feel... familiar.

He had used countless such leg guns. Even though he had been very careful in maintenance, he still noticed that there was a socket in his gun that could hold something. He usually put some bags of coffee there.

Well, Ailanbaier suddenly felt that he was not killed by the machine soul. Was it really because of the high technological quality of the Dark Ages?

He took out the relic and put it into his leg gun without thinking, and then the shooting core of the relic gun suddenly showed loading, and then he got the gravity shooting mode.

Gravity can tear apart many heavily armored units or small clusters, and even pull the speed of heavy armor, which is like adding wings to a tiger for him.

At this moment, Alan Baier thought that he would have no place to put coffee in the future. The tactical belt could hold up to 12 packs, and there would be no place to put bullets if there were more. The plug-in port could hold an additional 3 packs, allowing him to hold out for one more day on the front line. After all, Alan Baier was never sure when he would suddenly run out of supplies, and he was afraid of being poor.