Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 168 Pandora’s box is opening, despair and hope coexist

The tangle of pipes and passages in the Ark of Omen has been filled with those orcs, whose rough legs have broken the adamantine, once heretical forts or something more demanding, while maintaining the basic capabilities of those things while plundering the ark in a few Not many resources.

Without Merovingian's acquiescence, its lingering body suddenly had a path to choose from. It used all the remaining resources and metals to cast a waaaagh stand-jumping device for teleportation, and the Orc warship would be used as a route. The target provides a point to exit that sector through the Warp, to a place beyond the reach of the Imperium, where the Orks and the Ark of Omen can rest.

But cooperation is not without conflicts. At this moment, Duyan looked at the Keliang panel in the control room, his expression wrinkled up. "During that time, I maintained the beacon for about half a year?"

Merovin's emotionless voice replied to the one-eye who was looking at the holographic image panels. The one-eye angrily smashed the ordinary steel panel with his fist and dented it. The sound was so loud that even the boys working there were stunned. Stirring.

"I...my stupid machine should cut off all sources of energy after it loses its power to maintain its own vitality!"

"Now not only do we need an extra week to use the spacecraft to collect heat sources around the star, but the main force of the Red Pirates may also be close to that star area!"

"I know how much trouble my stupid behavior has caused us?!" One-Eye was very angry. After all, Merovingian Ruming was a drag. Not only was it unable to generate resources, the orcs had to find a way to move the entire huge Ark of Omen. Let's go, there will be follow-up renovation work and so on.

"We demolished most of the turrets in that place. During that time, I was completely defenseless, do you understand? And yet I let us take action for so long before providing...control panel permissions?"

Merovingian responded as if he was wrong to One-Eye's accusation. "Whether this fulfills the contract signed with the Red Pirates, or does it give him the greatest likelihood of being rescued after calculation."

"And he wouldn't have ended up like this if we hadn't helped the Imperial Guard."

"Secondly, he needs a period of time to evaluate whether we really want to enter his body and not just use him as a prop." Merovin's calm answer made One-Eye even more angry, but his attitude was reasonable. One-Eye Holding back his anger, he released his green fist before he smashed the control room there.

"Adjutant, what is the situation with the subspace storm?" He immediately asked for the most requested information. During that time, the orcs were still closely monitoring the fluctuations near Mandeville Point. Even if such work was easily discovered by the Imperial Navy, They must also know the road conditions.

The Orks fear warp invasion, but warp storms can complicate matters by throwing ships off course.

the adjutant replied. "From the reconnaissance information three days ago, we found that the subspace is gradually stabilizing, and normal navigation will be possible in half a month."

One-eye chewed the confinement. "Half a month, a lot of time, the engine is finished, and then our battleship arrives..."

"That's right, we can't take risks and ask the boys to add engines. During that time, they propelled the Merovingian out of the void at sub-light speed. Remember to install the engine on the dark side so that the Empire cannot discover it."

"That star region now is the world before Pandora's Box was opened. When the subspace is completely faded, those desperate people will overflow and completely pull that star region into the flames of war."

"We just need to escape, and then recuperate. Before the real war and waaagh come, we need to hibernate and absorb nutrients." One-Eye replied calmly, and the other bosses who were still alive nodded. The little orc would be worse than the one-eyed horse. It was because he had brought so many miracles and victories that they would not hesitate to implement those seemingly crazy plans.

The rise of the orcs was in full swing, and those chaotic and twisted things were also blocked by the subspace storm and docked on the outskirts of the star area, but the Imperial Guard knew nothing about such a situation.

They were fully focused on how to deal with the heresy of that forge world. Pan Lan was too valuable for that sector. The behemoth of the Astra Militarum had to give up their originally insensitive sense of war. All resources are under the dispatch of the extermination order and external comfort.

The empire is like this. It is powerful, huge, and terrifying, but it is also swollen, slow, and immovable. It is also the only lodging place and home for mankind. But at this moment, at the end of that dark forty millennium, it is no longer there. A stormy world.

The soldiers of the empire were looking at the brass-colored planet from the battleship. The completely crushing battle situation and the feeling of superiority made them a little elated. After all, humans can easily control that kind of power by controlling that huge war engine. Be confused with your true power.

This is what the driver says when the captain is away. "The Astra Militarum is the backbone, the Imperial Navy is the bones, the Imperial Guard is the flesh, the Commander-in-Chief is the brains, and many other officers are the joints and organs, so what does the Ministry of Military Affairs have to do with it?"

The officer next to him finished fiddling with his controller, then pressed the east fire button, firing at the Adeptus Mechanicus' battle barge before answering. "appendix."

replied the officer who asked the question. ‘Exactly! "

But the Imperial Navy did not know that when their huge warships arrived in low-Earth orbit, those who feared them were not only the heretics of the Mechanicus, but also the loyalists who fought hard. The honor of the Empire hung like the Sword of Damocles. When his head was there, those soldiers felt the sin of their bodies turning red for no reason.

The looming nightmare outside the atmosphere was clearly detected by the sage's prosthetic eyes. The war had reached its hottest stage. He didn't know whether he could win, but he had completely controlled all the enemy's Second Hongzhi's military strength.

A general's achievements are worthless, and he is not a famous general, but a scholar. His victory can be paved with countless blood, and this is just because they need to survive.

There were too many things involved in that matter, including one's own life, honor, future and piety. Being labeled as a heretic and dying under an extermination order was almost the biggest insult to those who believed in Emperor Huang Dog, other than a direct trial.

Dignity and life, the meaning of life and hatred drive that dry planet, and blood permeates that world, moistening the gaps between the gears.

The sage used his skull to detect the distant core city and its signal transmitting station in mid-air, but he was more anxious to find his child. The resistance in that area had already raised a void shield, and the generators in the villa area roared. Continuously.

The metal tower that was originally used to send signals to the high-ranking nobles there was surrounded by the Skitarii. They built many small ion shields or deflection shields and large-caliber projectile weapons on it, so it could not be strengthened. Timber guns and depleted uranium flintlock guns were prepared early.

"Is it true that there is an iron wall?" The adjutant commented after looking at the image conveyed by the skull, but the sage who had experienced the war replied. "They must attack there as quickly as possible, and they must not even give priority to helping the rebels in the residential area."

That sentence was strange. He was obviously worried, but he chose the big picture, because if the extermination order fell, the lives there and the sacrifices caused by the war would be meaningless.

The sage becomes a war to regain humanity, and Ru Ming also seeks to liberate humanity, but no matter what, his stance is not cold, but gentle like the light of the east star in spring.

But that's just a stance. His emotionless electromagnetic voice issued cruel orders to his legs, which were initially wrong for him. "The large forces are gathering. All the rebels in the main nest want to end their war and let Pan Lan return to the empire. They need to communicate with the imperial navy and provide them with starports and assistance, topographic maps and the time of need. manpower.”

"Just ask for the area in front of Nadong. Except for the core Divine Calculation Tower, the nest has been assigned to Ohm Messiah."

But no matter how exciting the sage's words were, the long-term continuous fighting also made the soldiers tired. The combined army composed of humans, servitors, sages or priests was actually on the verge of collapse.

The remnants of the defeated army could no longer conquer anywhere in the east, and the sages knew it very well. Therefore, in this war, the sages would not join the command. Instead, their target was the temporary communication room, using what they had learned throughout their lives. To break the authority of the radar communicator, let the device send out a signal that is clear and good enough to let the Imperial Guard know that that world is valuable.

Is the cost just a few minutes? It would take tens of thousands of deaths to attract Director Hongzhi stationed here to strengthen the firewall system, and every microsecond of communication represents the loss of countless lives.

The dark communication tower with its densely packed shooting ports and installations was chilling. After a short slogan, the adjutant began to charge with a gun on his legs. "No empire!"

"No empire!"

But it was different in the communication room. It was quiet and even suffocating. Several inhuman-looking technological sages lowered their heads in front of countless pipes and complex communication equipment. The mechanical legs and arms swayed, pretending to be mortals. Impossible action.

"The piston pulls once and the bell chimes once."

"Give him the repeater."

"Alternate once, inherit once, on the repeater, press the east fuse."

Click, pull the rod to the east, as orderly as in a factory.

"The lever is pulled once and the bell rings twice."

"Give him the communication line."

"Inherit twice, alternate twice, weld the thread, and press the east button."

Boom, boom, the red light is flashing, the communicator is beeping and buzzing, which is the result of tens of thousands of lives.

"Press the button and the big bell will chime three times."

"The data will be transmitted to him, praising the Om Messiah, the God of all machines."

"Praise him and other tens of millions of compatriots who sacrificed their lives, praise the beauty of the vast knowledge of the void, and praise the complex mysteries of data in algebra..."

"Transmit data, turn on the device, activate the source power, and drive the promethium element."

“Praise be to Om Messiah for the sake of gold and sacrifice not forgotten.”

The sages of the Mechanicus murmured in low voices. "Zaom Messiah."

The communicator was dialed, data was transmitted, and the distribution map of the enemies on the ground began to appear one after another in the imperial headquarters, as well as the specific situation of the external disturbance, the list of loyalists, and the immunity applications and calls for support that the sages had made with all their strength.

But those things cannot be sent instantly, the director said in a low voice. "five minutes…"

"It is expected to be completely wiped out..."

Silent, because the sages there all know that the general's calculation is good. Automatic cannons roared on the surface, and flesh and blood were smashed by bullet casings. The wrong way to shoot a living person without armor is like a wrong shot to a ball of butter that can be moved. The uranium-burning flintlock gun can penetrate the core area of ​​the servitor.

Troops lacking the command of a sage lose very quickly. They are approaching the tower one after another, and they are even willing to die in exchange for time.

After all, there is no need to die under an extermination order. If you choose between dying without dignity or letting the world continue to survive, there is no need to hesitate.

The battlefield was here, and the sage's adjutant hid behind a wall bunker made of servitor corpses. He counted his equipment, then raised his laser gun and killed a cheap servitor with three or four consecutive shots. No matter how skilled he was, He dodged the strafing fire and fell into the "accidental trench" blown up by the leg grenade next to him.

Human beings cannot be faster than bullets, so he makes evasive actions almost habitually, which is more like gambling than dodging. The adjutant is already used to it. He took off his helmet and took out a small bag of transparent things from it. Guhedong.

"Very good Amset..." He lay in the trench, watching his comrades continue to fall. It was the same feeling in the Imperial Guard, the feeling that he no longer mattered, no matter how good he was at fighting. ?

He took out the Ranger smokeless cigarette in his tactical belt and wanted to take a sip, but found that his lighter could not be found.

"Fuck." He groped for a lot of corpses and the like there, and finally found a ball of flames at the location of the servitor's fuel tank that was ignited by uranium.

With radiation, powerful.

He crossed his legs, listened to the roaring gunfire, skillfully waited for a gap, then raised his weapon, shot, killed one person, dodged, reloaded, and took a puff of cigarette.

There is no doubt that he can come back alive, no matter what, he can come back alive. The Mechanicus is no more terrifying than the aliens. He blew out a smoke ring. "Can that guy find his child..." the adjutant muttered to himself, and then looked at the nearby temporary recruits Dao Xuan hiding in the trenches in fear, and couldn't help but think about what would happen to him.

They almost shot blindly, raising their heads from time to time. Two people, young, probably family members of the Mechanicus, would have become priests or gear boys in the future, but the projectiles they shot at the moment were useless. It was really sad...

Useless soldier, he was about to open his mouth to point out something, but a standard Mechanicum heavy servitor grenade landed there.

"Oops." He wanted to leave the trench, but saw that the two new recruits beside him, Shima Xuan, were very unresponsive.

"Fuck, let's fucking get him out!" He pressed against the buttocks of the two recruits Shima Xuan, and before they could react, he pushed them out with all his strength. The adjutant didn't know why he did that, but he felt, The empire needs scholars more than veterans.

He stared at the dark thing on the ground, blew out a smoke ring, and then looked up at the two idiot recruits looking at him resentfully outside the trench, running around in the rain of bullets.

He gestured with his middle finger, and then flames burst out. The two soldiers were completely stunned, while the adjutant only had his ceramic body armor and dog tags intact.

The torn pieces of clothes were scattered in all directions, falling in an unnoticed corner of the battlefield. The man's name was written on his chest, but no one in that world knew who he was, what he had done, whether he was a successful person, or not. Do not deny the loyal ones.

There are always roaring projectiles and endless death, roaring to welcome Mr. Pain to settle in that universe.