Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire
Chapter 147 The Ambition of the Dimensional Blacksmith Alan Bair Returns
In the hive city full of death, the Chaos Space Marines were dragging countless corpses, and the rebellious mortals were "painting" the flesh and blood with the end-sensing power mechanical arms. The people were in bright red, or to be more precise, slightly dark red. Even though it was already midnight, the work never stopped.
That rod-shaped object, about 4 meters high, was covered with thick blood mud. The blood would oxidize and turn dark red in the air, but the thing was always bright because of its constant "painting".
Several crystal generators surrounded it, providing it with countless energy, but even so, the resources of the entire hive city were still insufficient, and even those who didn't know what red was could see its "greed" at the moment.
Energy and fresh meat were its favorite things. Even the knowledgeable dimensional blacksmith had to look at the heretic creation with concern. He spoke to his brothers and mortals. "Tomorrow's work ends here, take a break first." The grille in his throat made his voice hoarse and unpleasant, but for those Chaos traitors, they breathed a sigh of relief, and the word "rest" was like the sound of nature.
Compared with the little thoughts of the leg man, the blacksmith Valtex was more concerned about the monster in front of him, which was very different from Huron's ideas. The chaotic power contained in it was enough to destroy the surface of that world. Although Valtex was still loyal, he also made a private decision.
"If Garen was there, he would definitely agree with him."
As one of the confidants of the Blackheart King, he still missed the past. As the enemy was not the Empire but not Chaos, he didn't have too many ideas. He was here because Huron needed him to help Vengar and help him seize that star system.
Now, he still has many judgments of his own. He disassembled a section of his power whip and stuffed it into the twisted subspace and technology mixed creation. As a safety, he would activate his weapon when he wanted to, and destroy the evil creation.
He still didn't know who was wrong or who was wrong, but as a dimensional blacksmith, he knew very well that he shouldn't create monsters, at least, he should never create monsters that he couldn't control.
"What am I doing, blacksmith?" Valtex's movements were slow, but he stuffed his things into it without hesitation. The voice was ethereal and distorted. He knew who was coming.
"Shut up, Bad Omen Ark." He was proud of his belief that his soul was in the iron, and tools should not rebel against humans, so he was completing his design.
"He is the symbol of your cooperation, and what am I doing in his new body, blacksmith? Where is our loyalty and trust?"
Telvax pressed the start button of his weapon, and the branch of the destruction position in the core of the machine soul of the Bad Omen Ark was unfolding. Merovingian, at least the existence that called itself Merovingian, screamed sharply after a moment, facing the scream of the death of its own soul.
"You! I can't! He is the key to our victory! He is the key to our conquest of nightmares!"
Valtex turned off his weapon, and the voice of the machine soul became obviously weak. "I'm... destroying... their, alliance!"
Valtex showed amazing confidence. "I'm just a machine, to be precise... the machine soul is not so clearly conscious, and I'm just an iron man, I'm pretending to be a machine soul."
"There are rituals of the dimensional blacksmith or the mechanical priest that can vaguely communicate with the machine soul. He knows it very well, but he didn't expose me, just that, I'm his thing, AI!"
"I need so many resources to activate my new body, right? I should be able to move? He can feel that my external structure is complete. Don't forget, my body is forged by him."
"Just let him work, otherwise he will kill me." The dimensional blacksmith was fearless. The demon AI was powerful, but no matter how powerful its body was, it would not know the data it had just entered. In other words, it knew nothing about the threat posed by the blacksmith.
"I am nothing but a scumbag compared to Vengar!" Merovingian cursed, because its replica bore a lot of its data source. If it died, hundreds of years of records would disappear. It knew very well that its greatest value was the records of the Dark Ages, and it couldn't gamble on that!
And the blacksmith also answered. "Submit to him, otherwise, die."
Merovingian's emotions had been developed during its long lifespan, and its wisdom gave it the desire to pursue profit and avoid danger, until it met its new master, and the feeling of being bound crawled back into its body. It was clear that it never wanted to taste it again, but death made it more afraid.
Weighing the pros and cons, its lifespan was unlimited, but the flesh and blood in front of it, even if it could cross a whole thousand years or even longer, would eventually rot.
"He promised me, his master."
"He can indeed start, but Vengar begged him to enter a more mature state before taking action. He is seizing the energy core of the city, in the Mechanicus camp."
The Merovingian is a tool, which is part of its long life. It does not resist, and it is even born for this. The body is not yet formed, and the power it has is not enough to resist. Its flesh and blood are enough, but it still lacks a lot of energy.
And Valtex also knows that raising a tiger will eventually become a disaster, but he broke up with the machine soul because he can't allow a powerful demigod like a space warrior to be with a damn AI.
He said. "He will let me enter the battlefield,"
He was originally sent there because he conflicted with Huron's plan to form an alliance with the aliens. It can even be said that Valtex's concept in that aspect is actually very old-fashioned. In line with the Empire, human beings are the greatest thing. The Space Marines are not the best among them.
He was so arrogant, so he could not act like this, and because of this, Huron liked Wengar even more. He could see the potential of the red angel.
Valtex doesn't understand that. His arrogance is indeed a good thing, but a guy who can use anything around him is more suitable for survival. From this point of view, Alan Bayer is actually more appreciated by Huron, and even According to Huron's character, he would try to recruit that powerful imperial officer and beg him for a chance...
Huron is different from those people who have high eyes and low legs. He is very pragmatic and willing to share. He knows that only with unity can mankind survive that dark era. But he also knows very well that the high lords are nothing more than insects. That The empire is in danger in the face of human governance.
Although he uses the power of Chaos, he has never really been devoted to the devil. Everything he does will bring the empire back to the golden age of galloping. Although it is strange, in that dark world, how should humans exist? , no one can tell clearly.
Huron was definitely a scumbag, a bad person, and a traitor, but he was also successful because he didn't know what human beings needed. Even when Alan Bayer looked at the freshly brewed coffee in the void, his head was still spinning. But you can also imagine what humans need!
"More coffee! Staff, they need more coffee! Let's see what he's drinking, it's really water for the pot! Water for the Ministry of Military Affairs!"
The staff officer sighed. "He has already applied for the thirtieth time, Captain, but do you really not want to try the sacred tonic?"
Alan Bayer has a rule, that is, if you drink coffee, you can change your liver, and you must not take stimulants. "If he refuses, take those things from me and get out of here."
"If he relied on those things, he would make lapses of judgment in a pinch. Excitement did not mean calm. They often danced with swords. He would gamble the lives of Skadi soldiers to win, but he would also try to stay normal. ”
His dependence on coffee made him a little crazy. Please know that as a good young man who is not addicted to alcohol or smoking, the war has caused him a lot of problems, not to mention the messy injuries he suffered. If it weren't for the empire, The medical technology was really impressive and at the same time thoroughly researched. He was in a position where he could enjoy those things, and he didn't even dare to drink coffee.
But he still had to complain about one thing, why could the artificial caffeine mixture taste like pot water? What's the current logistics situation?
"Then I won't be able to make it through the month..." Alan Bayer played with his new plug-in. He still wanted to try that thing. It must be very enjoyable, but compared to that, he already knew about the invasion of the Red Pirates.
It was somewhat of a luxury to use Space Marines to test the guns. He was also satisfied with the wartime command of the second lieutenant and the lieutenant. He was even thinking about whether he was overly fond of the blitzkrieg?
Did you drink too much coffee?
He rubbed his temples. "The war really won't stop, even though those damn things are like that. Staff, prepare the transport ships."
The staff officer put away his notebook. "Aren't you going to apply for supplies?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Although the ground battle situation is stable, he has a bad premonition. The last time he had such a feeling was when they were involved in the subspace fluctuations and came to the Gulf of Damocles."
"Fate is turning. He did a divination, and she said so, he is destined..."
The staff officer suddenly interrupted. "Is the fortune teller dead?"
Alan Beyer is stuck. "If you die, you will be one of the three spiritual beings they brought with them on the hulk."
said the staff officer. "She can't control her own destiny, so why talk about mine? She wants to do so much. When he was in the academy, he heard about the Empire, the Emperor, loyalty and teachings. Then the academy disappeared due to the alien invasion."
"He feels that whether those so-called fates are illusory or not, no one can decide. At least he will definitely complete his retirement."
Alan Bayer took a sip of "pot water". "I hope I can complete my retirement." The words were crude but true. Those with magical powers could not control their own destiny, and the subspace was not the territory of chaos. He couldn't tell whether it was the Emperor's guidance or not. If the Lord of Change smiles evilly, then he can do things well around him.
"Okay, they're at the handle."
"He was fed up with that place. There was nothing. Although the world of the Mechanicus stinks, it was more or less normal gravity. During that time, he developed osteoporosis."
the staff officer asked. "But didn't I say before that that one is better than the smelly forge world of the Adeptus Mechanicus?"
Alan Bayer rolled his red eyes. "That's called tactical thinking change. To be honest, compared with Gondwa VI, both places are rubbish."
The staff officer sorted out his special imperial military cap. The description could probably be a crown like a big rooster. It is conspicuous and makes people wonder whether it will be set upon by the enemy. Then why Alan Bair? It's his little green steel helmet that's hard on him.
Live in the east and ask for more.
When coming back from the east, the transport plane has a familiar atmosphere and a warehouse full of people. As an officer, Alan Bayer can actually control the entire transport plane alone, but the staff can't. They must share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers to enjoy their trust, so Alan Bayer doesn't know it either, so he is a staff officer, and he is a bit scary in a place as big as a seat with no one around him.
The Empire does not open any windows for the Bulldog-class assault ship. When there is no one around, it feels like a prison or something.
It's good that the Skadi soldiers always maintain their own bodies and don't have any unusual smell, and they don't dare to squeeze their lieutenant colonel. After all, they have seen how that fierce man opened the green skin's head.
The roar of the transport plane's piston and the gravity of the departure made Alan Bayer feel his own movement. He had experienced it several times during that damn month, and each time it brought him to a new hell, but he couldn't like that. Feeling, because maybe that day he would be glad he felt that way.
After all, transport planes are probably used for evacuation.
When Skadi's only regiment left, the Imperial Guard stationed there finally entered a state of lazy rest. The high-intensity pull and rapid stationing of the war almost drained all the energy of the mortals there.
They also lacked supplies, and even the elite group of Skadibo enjoyed more so poorly that their supplies were even more unclear.
Morale was poor and fatigue was constant. The soldier at the operating table couldn't help but cover his head. He thought, Emperor, he just needs to rest for a while.
But green legs and arms crawled out of the vents behind him. They were not demons, but aliens. They were not here to punish the Imperial Guards who did not work seriously, but to take away their lives.
One Eye looked at the situation there. The soldiers were tired. The battle had consumed them a lot, but the air supremacy of the void was still not in their legs.
There were many boys in the original asteroid base. Although they could not form such a large force, they were still enough for him to use.
He took out his dagger, cut the sleeping soldier's throat, and let him die in peace. "Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, are you really wrong?" After he finished speaking, he took his few remaining orc bosses and approached the transport plane ahead.
His thick legs skillfully used the control panel to open the isolation compartment. The orcs entered the assault ship and the spaceship slowly left. Although it was not a transport ship, they could still cross the star system. One-Eye was not worried that he would not be able to go back. , but he knew very well that the difficulties in connecting Donglai had just begun.
The transport plane came to the airspace, and the battleships in the void were sending messages.
"Stop, stop, report our serial number and mission, military rank and target."
The one-eyed horse pinched his throat, took out a dog tag from his pocket, and answered. "Skady's only regiment, Sergeant Lauenna, has postponed his sortie due to the orc attack and requested to leave the port."
Wrong answer. "It turns out that the heroes of the Skadi Regiment, please leave!"
One-Eye breathed a sigh of relief, and the transport plane flew through the void. However, those imperial fleets still did not know that they had just returned to the mountains. There was no doubt that One-Eye would become a big obstacle, especially after he awakened.
As the power of Chaos continued to increase at the end of the forty millennium, and Xianxing was ready to move, what awaited the Imperial Guard looked increasingly bad. If the Emperor really complained about them...
His scarred Krieg style trench coat, so-called taped at all four corners, was yanked while walking the dog yesterday and fell to the ground on Terra, although still in service. , but it is difficult for him to describe why the artistic style of the broken screen has the feeling of ink painting.
He has to adapt to Yidong.
He really has to rest tomorrow. He is not used to coding on a computer. )
The most unlucky thing lately, hahaha ()
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