Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

There was a lot of time, Alan Beyer looked at the pocket watch in his lap and was thankful.

That Imperial Guard operation received friendly help from the local indigenous people, and it can even be said that they helped with all their resources.

When Alan Bair climbed through the narrow pipe area, and the west hall was full of stained glass and altered statues of the Emperor, turning the God of Planes and the Emperor into statues of the Heretic Governor, it was hard to imagine that they were so short. Time can do such radical changes.

In the bullet-proof stained glass where the light from the star shines through, those Mechanicus servitors, as huge as the clone army, hold firearms. They are so large that they can definitely wipe out the Skadis.

And the Emperor bless them, the current situation does not look good, at least except for the narrow ventilation ducts, everything else is pretty good.

"Emperor, they are the pests of the empire." The sergeant looked at the faint light covered by the iron sheet at the entrance of the vague ventilation duct, the huge heretic army and their desire for the death of the Skadi.

And complex pipeline equipment extends in all directions. With the help of the Stirlings in the pipelines, the Skadi soldiers successfully bypassed the enemies, but the pipelines are not inevitable. Where the vents are well hidden, there are the Lytlings. Near the habitat, other areas are still garrisoned by the Mechanicus.

It is no surprise that a living person was captured. Alan Bair smelled the smelly "body fragrance" of the Stirling people, and his thoughts could also grasp the core of Ruming's matter. In the desperate situation where the gods are watching, those terrible things Something is frantically grabbing the souls of loyal citizens of the empire.

Then Lingke Juecuo played a very important role in it, and the sound of people crawling in the pipe and making metal collision rhythmically made the quiet place noisy, but the Letlings managed to move forward silently. .

Alan Bayer still admires that guy. He survived in loneliness without a partner, but he has a burning will to survive. He also wonders, if he were like him, would he be able to maintain such ease?

"Ha, I really look down on you, Lytlings, please join the Imperial Guard?" That sentence suddenly ran out of Sergeant Skadi's mouth, because the loyal forest man saw himself in that miserable guy.

The same loyalty, the similar lack of understanding, the burning desire to survive in a desperate place, the desire to survive, made the Catachans unconsciously recognize it.

Tough guys like tough guys, so that's the second reason why the Stirlings help the Imperial Guard.

But the tall and handsome man just rubbed his nose. "If we don't ask, the pipeline will be everything to him, and the battlefield will be our destination. People always have a place they want to go back to, and he is not a warrior by birth."

Alan Bayer said suddenly. "I was born a plumbing engineer, my legs are naughty, my body is not what I was born to do, but do I want to accept that fate? If I can do more to help the Emperor, I Still looking for escape?"

"I have a better place, and it's not there."

"Then where is that? What I call the future is death and war?" he asked.

Alan Beyer replied. "If you don't fight, in that dark universe, if you don't fight, human beings will completely lose their value. The Emperor is looking forward to fighting, so is the subspace, the aliens are there, and even our fellow humans are not."

"And I can obviously raise a gun and kill enemies. Is it fun to hide there? Are Lytlings heroes with sniper rifles?"

"Like my ancestors, join the Imperial Guard."

"With my help, they can walk directly through the complicated passage and drive directly to the void shield generator!"

"So what? He's just an engineer, Lieutenant Colonel, we got the wrong person!" the Letling man retorted.

Alan Bayer said. "If he didn't, then I would be afraid. The pipeline is warm and safe, and I obviously had the ability to escape to the liberated area, but I even endured the onset of scurvy and didn't leave. I took that narrow place too seriously. "

The words became more and more intense and contradictory. The Ratling must also realize that the empire needed him. At this moment, he really had the idea of ​​leaving in his mind, but when his plush leg fingers touched the vertical pipe connecting the first floor to the second floor , that kind of thought suddenly stopped.

"He's going, getting the rope east, we're climbing out, and that's it, their collaboration is over."

The stars were stirring, but he once again rejected such an impetuous invitation, preferring to leave the blood feud to outsiders to settle the matter. Alan Bair had realized that the Skaven in front of him was no longer valuable, and the Emperor did not need him.

He held the rope. "Is that the end..."

"The whole team rushed towards Zai. They entered the second floor, and he once again thanked Yidong and his fellow Sterling people for their help, so that the war could go smoothly."

"salute!"

The Skadi people raised their legs and arms in salute, and then crawled very quickly and skillfully toward the outside of the silent and cold pipe. There was a sudden "ding dong" in the faint reflection of the promethium light. The sound of metal objects falling to the ground.

cried the Stirling man. "Our things have been lost!" Then he climbed in the tunnel and came to the edge of his hometown. On the second floor of the stairs, he saw the thing left behind from the East, the explosive carbine with a scope, a beautiful silver-red killing machine. , something that made him feel nostalgic, then, in his blood, the memory of his ancestors...

Just as Alan Bayer said, his ancestor had a sniper leg on the battlefield. When he saw the weapon with a scope, the burning emotion of the Emperor's work was rekindled.

With his eyes closed, he didn't understand the strange feeling outside. As an untouchable and a mutant, he was destined to have nowhere to go. Of course, he didn't know if he was untouchable, but he was born to be ostracized by society and the crowd. No madness is a gift from the Emperor.

What kind of life does he have? When the Skadi people saluted him, he also felt for the first time the dopamine secretion that humans get when they help others, which made him aware while being addicted.

What do he have in common with the group of people in front of him...

And Alan Bayer knew very well that they were all the sad descendants of their own nation. There was a slight difference between whether they were on the verge of extinction and already doomed to extinction. Their prayers were also the same, whether they could avenge the culprit who caused that incident. .

But their actions were different, dodging and attacking, which made the Letling feel weak and weak. He untied the waterproof bag and drank the sweet death-seeking vitamin supplement, but he looked at the dark and unfamiliar distance, and There is no hidden pipeline, and I am confused.

But the sudden breeze danced into the pipe, and the slight propulsion made the Stirling man move forward involuntarily. Only when his toes touched the cold pipe wall did he realize that his home and an unknown place All the same.

"Ha... It's so boring..." He suddenly laughed, his furry cheeks looked a little cautious, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he used his legs and feet to move forward very quickly to find the whereabouts of the Imperial Guard.

The roots of the souls active in that dark universe have been buried, and their thoughts of racial struggle have been buried. Since the ancient Terran era of human civilization, countries, races, and civilizations have been living in the world. No change.

If you are invaded, if you need war, then go to war. If you need revenge, take up arms and firearms. Peace and revenge without sacrifice are worthless. Without victory in the struggle, it is just charity. This is how the Imperial Guard was established. , No matter how dark the universe is, that thing will not change.

The rustling sound was conveyed in the pipe. The servitor team patrolling the second floor noticed this situation. During their firm and unified actions, the captain suddenly stopped.

"Auditory sensor detection anomaly,"

"No. d274748, go check the pipeline."

Because of the huge size of the Calculation Tower, maintaining sufficient oxygen supply requires a huge ventilation system and duct system that can accommodate a human body. Therefore, it becomes the core observation point for Mechanicus patrols. Although there are many routine inspections, Most of the sounds are made by giant mutated rodents.

However, the Mechanicum's servitor still tirelessly repeated the same action. He bent his body, drove the titanium alloy multifunctional tool in his legs and arms on the east side of the engine, and quickly opened the complex metal fence of the ventilation duct.

"The examination begins, praising algebra..." He leaned over his body. The metal mask was expressionless, just like his modified brain. It no longer had any expression, but the Mechanicus' protective servitor was not completely absent. Thoughts.

His raw materials still contain many personal and innocuous little habits. Some Imperial scholars believe that the neuron replacement system cannot completely erase emotions, but formats the brain. When something exciting enough happens, those emotions will be restored. Appear, although probably only for an instant.

At this moment, the machine servant clearly let out a cry of fear. He saw the flash of human cheeks, and then his whole body was pulled towards the ventilation duct by a huge force. His metal body completely resisted the opening of the ventilation duct and moved. No, the legs and arms were clamped by powerful force.

Let him recall the overwhelming feeling that the lathe gave him during the leg reconstruction surgery.

That situation aroused his emotions. In the heart-rending scream, the electromagnetic gun arm in his legs was grabbed by the human leg palms, and then the human leg fingers forcibly pulled out the iron sheet, and used A mechanical trigger causes it to fire.

The promethium-driven flames fired at his teammates, and his sensors kept sending out red warnings, emphasizing that he was under friendly attack, but without that kind of power, he couldn't resist. "Dodge! Dodge, pay attention to dodge! There are enemies!"

"What am I doing! No. d274748! Put away the weapons, carry out a forced agreement, close...!" The Alpha-level captain enforced it to a normal level, as if the servitor was deliberately shooting with a dark green electromagnetic gun!

"He can't control himself, sir, he can't..." But before he could finish his words, the Mechanicus' Skitarii had already opened fire, and their uranium-burning flintlocks instantly smashed the heads of the inferior products that were fired at will, so that they would not be hindered. The coming of the God of All Opportunities.

But when those servitors were relieved, even more crazy shooting followed. Such attacks completely shook the less intelligent and sensitive mechanical circuits of the servitors. The Mechanicus had to decide whether the troops were loyal and unified in their command. , when facing a highly adaptable force like the Skadis, they would not be so passive.

Even if they racked all the machine oil in their heads, they still couldn't figure out why Hong's dead servitor could still strafe, nor could they imagine that a human could hold the servitor's body and physically control it.

Such chaos caused them to shoot in disorder, so that other troops patrolling the corridor area were also affected. The servitors quickly realized that someone had rebelled. If they just followed the system design of Donglai, they would be intruders. , betrayers will be killed without mercy.

Such logical design errors would be infinitely magnified without the command of a sage, and were commonly known as bugs. In that dark 40th millennium, people had to face such a situation.

It is impossible for human beings to regain the AI ​​technology of the Dark Ages, then such a situation will easily occur in the legions of the High Mechanicus. Checking algebra, praising the God of All Machines, raising firearms, mistaking friends, betraying the Supreme Will, and dying is not a pity. .

Small conflicts gradually evolved into shooting at each other, then into larger-scale attacks, and then were judged by the system as quite serious resistance incidents.

The culprit in the pipeline watched with great interest the group of servitors made of imperial fine gold playing a killing chicken contest.

"Fight, hit harder, it's best if there's nothing left at all." Alan Beyer even wanted to take out the can and eat it while looking at it.

The Mechanicus is afraid of giving its creations enough intelligence, so the price is not so. Just a small act of confusion can make the code of those machines incorrect and unconscious.

How can those insect-like machines protect the empire from thousands of enemies?

Seeing that the Kuai Jie Wang Pu Da chicken was getting more and more intense in the periphery and the area was plunged into war, the Imperial Guard estimated when they could go out to enjoy their achievements, but the violent incendiary cannon and the thermal weapon suppression of the explosive cannon suddenly appeared. .

"The Treaty of Destruction has been activated." Scartlan made a restless voice. Normally, they can speak binary language. Apparently their intelligence has been modified and strengthened. Its huge body, gray-red color, and gears are painted on its chest. Logo, five units, two units equipped with melee power gloves, three units equipped with fire suppression.

The Imperial Guard horse came quietly from the east, crawling on the pipe like poisonous snakes.

The chicken-eating game in Jie Donglai instantly became boring. The shots of the servitors were reflected by the offset positions of those battle robots left over from the dark ages, and even ended up killing them.

The intense firepower of the three robots was even more terrifying. The dense firepower network burst out in the narrow tunnel, and its power could dent the adamantine layer. In just a moment, the chaos caused by the Imperial Guard was extinguished.

After those "Big Reds" left, Alan Bayer looked at the devastated ground and dead servitor wreckage, and had to comment.

"If the flames are uncontrollable and want to burn an area, then use nuclear bombs to extinguish it?"

said the sergeant. "Traitors are not allowed to betray. That's not the same thing. It's really ironic."

Alan Bair sighed. "If the Ratlings continue to help them, they can avoid the attacks of those monster Iron Men."

The sergeant said. "Don't talk about that bastard. He can obviously live a very prosperous life, but he keeps rejecting them."

Alan Beyer said. "Living toward death is not for everyone."

But a sharp voice answered. "Yes, but he is not that kind of person. Thank you for my gift, and he agreed to the Imperial Guard's invitation. He will take us to the place we expect." The Letling man holding a carbine on his leg did not know when The location of the pipe through which the Imperial Guard generals passed appeared, and the furry face said with a smile.

Alan Bayer was not surprised, so he said no. "Welcome to the army, I will join the army as a first-class soldier. Based on my performance that time, maybe I can be in a high position."

Not so with Lytlins. "Just food and accommodation are included."