Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The pursuit of wrong knowledge is the way for us to seek liberation, but the absolute self-confidence of wrong knowledge is not the delusion of arrogance.

Mechanicus Ordinance Article 10

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The hot temperature is fatal to flesh, but it is not a cool day for the Skitarii. After all, they have no skin, and when they travel through the chaotic wilderness, jumbled rocks and holes, night falls, and the cold is still there. Terrible, enough to freeze engine oil and solidify joints.

On the road, hundreds of mechanical creatures of various shapes were walking neatly on the surface of the planet wrapped in high temperatures. Things like this continued, and they continued to move forward under the command of the data craftsmen whether they were transporting materials or not.

And their operators, creators, there are two new sages. If Alan Bair was there, he would probably be able to recognize the mechanical priest with a good personality, or would it be obvious that his robes were already worn out? Change, the position is higher.

The huge barge next to them was also under the control of their thoughts, slowly moving forward, passing through the scorching wilderness of the wilderness, leaving only a trace of black or red on the ground left by the Mechanicus.

The priest who had managed Miss Poison Blade, or rather a sage, used his mechanical tentacles to recite the seventh incantation of "Algebraic Concord" and tried to dispel the ghost of depression lingering in his heart.

But every time he tried to determine when the heretics coming from the east or the alien storm would come, his conclusions were different. Sometimes it's months, sometimes it's weeks, but it's often days, or even decades.

Countless inconsistent conclusions invalidate every answer, and the variables are too complex and confusing even for a sage.

For a sage, there are more things he needs to calculate, including the news from the servants and the chatter of his companions. Although they seem quiet, their thoughts are constantly conveyed and updated all the time. holding information.

The Alpha-level Skitarii in the team (50% of the body had been transformed) looked there with his long-barreled rifle.

He assumed the ancient posture of human beings shooting their legs, with the butt of the ancient weapon tucked into the crook of his right arm, and he was scanning the wilderness.

Soon night fell in that world, and his eyepieces transformed the flash of metal and petrified rocks in the moonlight at night into a high-contrast image, the red heat and the gray of the plants introduced by the altered atmosphere, the wrong person. As far as I'm concerned, these are irrelevant distractions.

He is looking for living movements such as enemies of the Empire.

His companions are deployed around him at equal intervals, each responsible for a different direction of observation. An ignorant observer would mistake the Skitarii of the "Unity" team for clones.

All wore crimson hooded robes with staggered dark armor, hiding their physical features behind protruding respirator masks and goggles, giving them a sense of déjà vu like relentless insects.

Their eastern limbs apparently suffered the same modification, as from the knee east, each warrior's leg was replaced with a titanium steel leg.

Only the followers of the "Mechanic Cult" will realize that this is the mark they deserve when they swear allegiance to the "Red Planet", this is a sacred ceremony shared by all, and they are holy warriors.

So they walked in that land with the purity of the Almighty God guiding their path. Is it more suitable for them?

[Investigation, report, no suspicious traces found. The signal sent out by the Ranger sounded like a random burst of static, but to his companions, it contained an incredible wealth of data.

Three confirmation messages came back immediately, and a few seconds later, the fourth and fifth messages. Such frequent replies made the two sages feel at ease, so much so that they even started chatting.

If not mixed with the usual sound channels, the sages will choose to use human language to communicate with each other, and they will remember their little humanity.

"I adopted a human girl? Will she join their church?" The grating made those sounds, which were slightly blurry to the Imperial people, but seemed just right to Ru Ming.

"Girl... Arya? She is very pitiful. Both of her parents are warriors. And he refused the request of the Faithful Successor Academy. He knew that she would be brainwashed." The sage answered calmly. Even though he did not have much humanity, he Already more human-like than many of the empire's top officials.

The influence of Skadi and the girl's redemption gave him new motivation. He also thought that those things would stop him from progressing in academics, but without the blessing of the Emperor, he reached the point of becoming a mechanical magus. Teachers also join the core area of ​​the church.

Maybe then good people will be rewarded? The sage cannot explain clearly that no matter how rich his wisdom is and how much knowledge surrounds him, he cannot understand the changes that those things have brought to him.

But his colleagues didn't understand. If he didn't answer, he would continue to move forward mechanically. In front of them, the huge gear-shaped mountains surrounding them were still continuous. Did he actually give Skadi the mission he accepted? The regiment sent supplies as a reward for being rescued before, but such a situation was still beyond his plan.

The Alpha Skitarii are powerful and can advance continuously on a moonlit night. Their external components are also at the level of veterans, so they are naturally assured of safety.

The Adeptus Mechanicus is walking on those jagged roads, with countless monitors staring at it, and servo skulls overlooking it from the sky, so there is no problem with safety.

At first they took up position on the jagged ridge, looking through the bloody, roaring whirlpool of the storm to the east of the valley, barely visible to the naked eye to their east.

But the optical matrix of the Skitarii helmet was focused on the target and the filters were circulating, but the vision was still blurry in the cold storm that echoed at night.

An Alpha Skitarii raises his left arm, an augmented appendage that ends in an armored bionic device, and he lifts it like a feudal lord piloting a bird of prey.

However, the Skitarii officer was not carrying a raptor, but an information-server skull named Freenos~361.

[Let him see everything] He ordered, and Fernos~361 rose into the crystal-cold air.

The servo-skull retracted its serpentine cable, and Freenos~361 flew to the side of the ridge.

The officer watched him fly away, and through its enhanced optics array, the Freenos~361 sent back a picture of the situation in the barren mountains.

The data from the servo skull was being transmitted to the visual processor in the officer, but he saw a flash of light and intense heat, and no more information was sent back from the skull.

[Report, enemies, unknown number, recommended to activate the vigilance module protocol]

The sage felt this situation and asked his companions. "Damn, there are enemies."

The mechanical sage also answered. "It seems that it is true that aliens landed in that world during that time."

The two of them communicated with each other for a moment and then realized that they both agreed to continue moving forward, but if they needed to speed up, they were carrying a lot of supplies, which would not be good if they fell into the enemy's lap.

The two sages can drive the servitors forward on the winding mountain road to the east of the valley. The terrain there is not good. If they are attacked, it will not be normal.

Uneasiness and constant calculations from the outside, not to mention the constant prayers of the God of All Machines and the gears, they chant complex and complicated spells, mixing mechanical language and Gothic to form that special sound, which makes the machine soul They were active, and the speed of the team became faster as a result.

[With my will, he awakens me and gives me measure] The sage chanted, happily leading his team to perform the seventh step.

[In the light I radiate, he fights alongside me] They responded with respectful feedback.

[Despite my anger, he will kill or die for me] The sage who adopted the girl concluded.

The fear and suspicion brought by the unidentified enemies there will not affect the variables of the Skitarii. Ordinary people will feel anxious, but the Skitarii will feel anticipation.

Alpha-level veterans are even more likely to miss many things that are terrifying in the eyes of mortals, but still come here successfully. Maybe the God of All Opportunities will bless them tomorrow night, or maybe their rapid advance will prevent the orcs from noticing, in the future. After they crossed the first low clearing in the valley, the endless wilderness and the city in the distance were already looming.

"Blessed by the God of All Machines, in the name of the gears, they are safe." The sage could even see the looming light of human civilization in the distance. Even though the mountains were dangerous, those things became more beautiful because of it.

But the Skitarii made a sharp buzzing sound. Before the sage could recover, those rough, shoddily made, and terrifying alien vehicles were heading east from the hillside, with their rumbling engines and black smoke. A green creature ready to go.

[Report, alien, orc! 】

[Shooting notice, shooting notice! 】

The newly promoted sages were dizzy by the strong emotional feedback from the Afars. Then they started shooting wildly with laser carbines, but it was difficult for the shots to penetrate the thickened armor of those dirty vehicles. , just as those trucks moving forward very fast left shallow scratches on the east side.

The wise horse is lifting the spirit. [Start the heresy engine countermeasure protocol. 】

The Alphas quickly opened their firearms and challenged the position and reflection amplitude of the glowing laser crystals. Then fierce armor-piercing lasers were fired in the carbines. Although the group heat and shooting rate dropped severely, they really hit. If it penetrates the vehicle armor, it can even hit the engine and crew members.

The Blood Ax boy in military uniform stood on the car and fired with sudden attacks. Although the automatic firearms made by the orcs were not very accurate, they fired so intensively that the skitarii had to take cover and hide.

Talking about the bunker, in fact, they put the corpses of the teammates who had just been shot up to make simple sandbags, which can be said to be the best use of everything.

Although the equipment of the Alpha Skitarii is obviously good, the damage caused by ordinary bursts is not great, and the spirit of making the best use of everything makes it difficult for them to break through, the orcs are not in bad shape, just listen to the blood ax boy shouting.

"Let the Farts fix it!" The holes in the trucks were quickly blocked by the Farts with the scraps. Just like that, the Mechanics demolished them and the Farts blocked them, creating a rather troublesome perpetual motion machine. They could probably reach that forty thousand years in the past, but the orcs obviously didn't have that much patience.

During the brief interval between the Skitarii officers' firing, sudden thick smoke rose.

The alphas were quick to react. [Warning, special operations boys, urgently activate the Sage Protection Protocol]

The Adeptus Mechanicus was devastated by their previous defeat at the Iron Gate. If the Sage had not been captured, they would not have failed so quickly. After that, the Skitarii updated their personal information. Special forces have more tactical plans, but their core is not!

The moment the smoke rose, dozens of Alphas charged into the smoke rising from the aliens. Since those things could hinder most detection legs, the Mechanicus used the most basic method, the naked eye.

Those crazy members of the Mechanicus began to use their own lives to convey intelligence and guidance. Relying on those extremely fast information transmission and calculation capabilities, the large number of replaced neurons gave them quite powerful capabilities, and Jiedong returned the favor. Aliens will die.

Carbine shooting, those weapons of death and restlessness penetrated the armor of the special warfare boys, and dozens of Alpha-level Skitarii of the Mechanicus died as a result. It was still worth the mistake for the Mechanicus because of the wisdom of the technical sages. priceless.

Those veterans won't complain, honestly speaking, they will even be proud of it. After that victory, the orcs also realized that the Mechanicus is not easy to chew, especially if they have experienced tactical upgrades, but the orcs are also They are not the same guys as before, they have a new alliance.

While the Alphas were judging the victory value based on their victory in the battle, reports of the movement of living creatures were still coming from the smoke.

Bang, bang, bang…

[Report, alien, very...activated...] The Afar veteran issued a report as usual, but the ranger suddenly fell. His insect-like head was completely smashed, and the adamantine ceramic cracked instantly. The sage and the officer looked at the thing coming out of the smoke in disbelief.

The Mechanicus is extremely familiar with those exquisitely crafted weapons, bolters.

"Brother Astartes... Yes, heretics, heretics!" The anger made the officer go from surprise to fear to anger. Those heretics were actually colluding with the aliens. He raised his power ax with all his strength and asked for help in the name of Ohm Messiah. Erase human filth from that world.

"In the name of gears and codes, heretics!"

But the giant in front of him simply dodged the power and transformation that he thought were beyond mortals, kicked him away, and shot him again, and the officer was instantly beaten to pieces.

In front of the demigods, the Skitarii were no different from mortals. In just an instant, death came to the servants of the God of All Machines.

And those traitors slowly moved forward, and the sages raised their weapons. No matter what, the defeat was determined at this moment...