Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 166 From the sky above the watchtower to the east, the metal heart of the empire is burning

The Emperor, the one who protects the empire; the God of Machines, the god who rules over machines

The spirit of machinery and the secret of technology are better than the physical body;

Praising the clever spirit is your vocation, guarding the clever spirit is the basis of your happiness, and appeasing the clever spirit is the basis of your survival.

Without dogma, the mechanical spirit cannot help.

Ring the bell once!

Push the lever to activate the piston and pump!

Ring the bell twice!

Press the east button to start the engine, ignite the turbine and breathe life into it!

Ring the bell three times!

Sing in unison to praise the God of all opportunities!

Under the words of the loyalists of the Mechanicum, people's hearts gradually stabilized. In the expressions of those poor refugees, the sages saw fear and loneliness.

Since the light and gift of the Ohm Messiah shone on that world until the dawn of time, such a large-scale conquest has never happened again. Compared to the invasion of the East Red pirates and the orcs, the losses were not great due to the bravery of the Skadi soldiers. What's ridiculous is that the world governor's own purge order caused flames to burn in many places in that world.

Ridiculous, sad, Pan Lan has never experienced rain in the east, and never will. Once upon a time, in a distant new era when it was just known to humans, when Pan Lan was still alive, strong storms tore through its surface, carving out river channels in the rocks, and shaping the continuous coastline from steep cliffs. into towering mountains.

Then that world experienced its first death, and the entire planet became an empty red wasteland of dusty basins and pitted, scorching deserts.

Then, the red planet revived again.

In the earliest years of mankind's golden age, the terraforming project seemed to bring new vitality and hope to Pan Lan. But in the end, this proved to be a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution. In just a few centuries, Panlan died a second time, suffocated by the exhaust fumes of countless combined foundries, continent-sized factories, and the crafting of millions of weapons.

"Pan Lan has never experienced rain in the east." Then any living person living in that forging world would be wrong about her dry evaluation.

But tomorrow, compatriots are slaughtered, blood is splashing everywhere, the bright red liquid is splashing in the hive city, the weapons of heavy servitors crack the heads of mortals, blood is spilled on the streets, east of the statue of the God-Emperor, it has never been east The Forge World of Rain now had a rain of blood, the Emperor's statue was there, those terrible things were sprinkled in front of him, and bright red tears fell from his cheeks as the Imperial humans foolishly slaughtered each other.

The mechanical sage mobilized his database, holding many supplies and food in his legs. His eyes were filled with the taste and nutritional elements of those foods and other miscellaneous indicators. During that time, he I learned a lot of things, especially whether I am wrong about ordinary people.

He began to record what foods humans should eat, what nutritional supplements they needed, and what they should have to help them live their daily lives.

He has a profession like a nutritionist that is almost forgotten by human society, or something even more special.

It’s hard to imagine that at the end of that dark forty millennium, anyone could care so much about the thoughts of mortals, but after the reconstituted food with a mix of meat and vegetables and a normal taste was distributed, the exhausted and poor soldiers finally felt that the numbers Not much warmth.

Although the sage's skills are not very good, the food he makes is far from the delicacies enjoyed by the nobles. All he can do is heating and mixing, but without that kind of care, most people in the empire would not like it. It's something I haven't enjoyed since I was born in the womb.

Many people even began to mistakenly call the unknown member of the Qiguwang Mechanical Cult mother or father, but everyone mistakenly thought that his unified formal name was not the director of command, or the governor of military affairs such as command. aspect name.

Of course, he doesn't care about being a sage. His job is only to provide all the help he can give. After all, in terms of command, he is definitely not a professional.

But sometimes war is not about command, but about the morale of the soldiers. Three days after the start of the great purge, a large number of data craftsmen, governing sages and even the director of the Fourth Hongzhi also joined the resistance team one after another. In the East, the "official" power of the Mechanicus even gradually began to be lower than that of their group of "heretics".

And he also commanded the Second Macrobranch Special Guard Corps composed of a large number of mortals to give the iron fist representing the Ohm Messiah to those who slaughtered their compatriots.

The departure of the ruling sage also means that the morale of the Advocate Mechanicum's Guard Corps has dropped. To be precise, those servitors do not have much autonomy.

Generally, there are some Alpha-level veteran captains who can maintain a small amount of judgment and make mistakes in complex situations and changing battlefields.

The Adeptus Mechanicus relies on the control and orders of the Overlord Magi and the numerous war protocols that follow to maintain the agility and changeability of the huge Skitarii Legion.

The betrayal of the sage will not only take away the soldiers of the Skitarii, but also reduce the execution ability of those legions that are very dedicated to the "official" service. During that time, the director's actions have angered many people, not just mortals. The sage who is close to mortals, at this moment, even his cronies are beginning to betray him.

Ru Ming's Mechanicus troops no longer have the same unity and strong dispatch capabilities as before, and their tactical flexibility is much worse. Compared with the so-called heretical troops in the east, they are more refined and smaller, occupying several factories and residential areas. It also gave them plenty of supplies, but the only problem...

When the sage looked up, he saw the sky and the light curtains and explosions caused by the exchange of fire between the Mechanical Education research barge and the Imperial Navy. It was very likely that they appeared from time to time, mistaken for the automatic cannon turrets fired by the Imperial Navy's reconnaissance assault ships, and vague demarcations. The Imperial Navy's military power transcends the sky.

Then the Sword of Damocles of Ming Dynasty told everyone in the left side that time is running out and the Imperial Navy will break through there anytime and anywhere. There are no docks in that world, so why does the Imperial Navy have nothing to do with it? Hesitantly chose the extermination order.

Pan Lan is of course begging for help, but Yu Ruming has opened up several business roads, and even if it is just a single weapon, Gundwa VI can provide enough now, compared to sacrificing the lives of loyal Imperial Guards and the Red Sky in the Void. Time for pirates or a new alien threat to arrive.

An extermination order is not only efficient, but also does not lose minerals outside Panlan. Perhaps depending on the implementation standards they choose, the minerals in that world may become easier to mine.

In comparison, the lives of trillions of servitors and mortals are even more valuable than the factories and hive cities that cover the sky and cover the moon and spread across the equator like a continent in that world.

When I am in the same boat as a heretic and want to prove my loyalty again, the only way is to sacrifice and die. Use war and victory to wash away the stupid actions of my former compatriots until the empire recognizes your sacrifice and praises you. my behavior.

If the loyalists in that world have no choice but to return to the warm, shaky and cruel collective of mankind, they must pave their way with blood and death, even if it is not their choice.

In the camp, the sage's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his adjutant. He was a former Astra Militarum, a merchant's employee, and a bounty hunter. However, he did not serve big guys like Rogue Traders, and was not an ordinary person. planetary governor.

The sage had never heard of his world before. After all, the empire was vast and spanned the galaxy. Even if his head was damaged, he would not be able to store all the data on the thousands of empire worlds.

But the thing that impressed the sage most about the man wearing homemade military uniform and bulletproof armor was that he refused to use the uranium-burning flintlock or magnetic rail flintlock that the Mechanicus normally wears, which can penetrate the surface of Space Marines. Armored weapons, and the paranoid beg to use the Imperial Guard's laser gun.

The sage often finds it strange that something that can be produced by millions in a factory in a day. The hive worlds and forge worlds he knows can produce laser guns, and they can output them almost continuously, but not the Imperial Guard Infantry Regiment. But there is an establishment of about 50,000 people, or even less than 50,000 people.

Even if a conscription world has a long history, it is difficult for more than a thousand infantry regiments to be born, not to mention that most hive worlds have about a hundred regiment-level Imperial Guard output.

But if the laser gun passed by his legs, the sage could directly say that there were millions if not tens of millions, which was completely enough to arm a star system, not to mention the output of the factory he supervised for decades, so that There are hundreds of large factories in the foundry world.

But the Imperial Guard still has an insufficient supply of weapons, and it can even be said that it is almost permanently in short supply...

The sage shook his head. It was already clear how badly he was wronged by the Ruming Empire. However, he still needed the empire's forgiveness, unless the imperial navy would cancel the release of the extermination order for no reason.

He was wrong when his adjutant said it in the special voice of the adjusted grille. "He can feel that the mechanical spirit is restless and that war is coming..."

the adjutant replied. "Yes, the brothers have polished their weapons and anointed them with holy oil. In the future, they will need to conquer about 30% of the city area to take over the eastern streets."

He seemed optimistic, but he was worried about someone. "Can it be any faster? The Extermination Order has been defeated. He doesn't think those pig-like things can protect that world for too long. The Imperial Navy will soon punish Ohm Messiah."

The adjutant became a little depressed when he heard those three words. It would be better to say that everyone in the empire knows the meaning of the extermination order. I am wrong about whether my contribution to the emperor is too much or too little. How great was I once? Or How humbling, after the wrath of the empire has been defeated, there are the elimination of heretics and a few wrong "memorials" for the martyrs.

But Adjutant No said. "It's okay, Sir Director. He has experienced a war worse than tomorrow's. The Tribunal also applied for an extermination order, but it was rejected."

In fact, the Extermination Order in the Empire is not as easy to obtain as imagined. Instead, the Extermination Order requires the mobilization of the Imperial Navy, which also requires compromise between the Sector Commander and the Ministry of Military Affairs. Depending on the execution area, there are many local Astra Militarum war lords and Arabs. I can even say that with the permission of the Order of the Start, if I am really labeled as a heretic, and I have a right to speak, I am very interested in involving that world, and the extermination order can be postponed because of my concerns. .

Because for the Empire, every world is unique. Treasures obtained with human blood and the smelting of war are the most precious treasures of the Empire. Unless it is really necessary to use an extermination order to prevent the worst case scenario, The Empire will never use those extreme things.

But for the sage, what he was worried about at the beginning was not actually the Extermination Order. When he lowered his head and looked at the bolt gun in his leg, the name of the thing he wanted most at the moment was engraved on it.

The mentality of a sage has actually gradually changed from a scholar to a warrior. There is no doubt that those who become sages of the Mechanicus are all talented and intelligent. In the Mechanicus, which has strict hierarchies and extremely difficult assessment standards, even if there are people in front of them, It takes a long time to accumulate their recognition and their own achievements.

But no one who becomes a sage is stupid. Even from a mortal perspective, he is a perfect genius.

Even before meeting the Skadi people, he was arrogant, but what he had not accomplished for decades was completed by mortals. Later, he fell into the quagmire of war and was also beaten by mortals. After being rescued, he realized that arrogance was what corrupted him.

He said to his adjutant gently at this moment. "Yes, the extermination order will not appear soon, but he also has personal matters... He has a daughter who lost contact with him deep in the residential area three months ago. Ruming's life and death are unknown."

"Although his request is stupid, he will still say it. He needs to use our precious lives to help him confirm this matter, so that he can become our commander..."

His words were apologetic, but the adjutant scratched his head. "Well, their target is not you. They need to contact the Imperial Guard, provide them with traitor intelligence and ask them if they can pick up the survivors."

"My lord, were their goals consistent from the beginning? You thought too much, and the help you gave them was enough to make up for your so-called 'selfishness'. Who made delicious food when the soldiers were in pain and injured?" Food, who sings the praises of the God of all opportunities when people are confused? "

The adjutant said. "At this moment, they are at the core of that world. If there is a watchtower, if they look around from there, they can see that the world is burning."

"Drying is also painful, but otherwise it will not let the flames burn. Otherwise, those heretics and traitors draw their swords on the compatriots, and the blood will be like promethium because of the war, igniting the world."

"The aliens and Space Marine traitors have failed to do that, and they know full well that the war has

It's inevitable. "

"My lord, command them, shoot at the enemy, don't hesitate, your fate has arrived..."

The sage's emotion controller fluctuated strongly at this moment. He did see that he was in a high, low-end and slender watchtower, in a flame that would never go out, and his compatriots, all mortals. The Mechanicus are all wailing in pain, their blood being drained by the war.

After a moment, the sage's eyes looked clear and cold outside the linen robe.

"Let's go to war, or else Ohm Messiah..."