Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Shining, joyful flames exploded at the core of the God's Calculation Tower, and the molten iron and magma fell on the shoulders of the Imperial officers as they cooled.

But among those things, the tiny artificial intelligence core chip is beyond current human understanding, can withstand high temperatures and can handle countless things on its own. It is regarded as the treasure of the source of the soul, and it cannot be actively sandwiched by the AI ​​outer core of Pandora's Box. Among the scrap metal, it fell on Alan Bayer's shoulder and kept sending out electrical signals.

Most of the iron objects were bought by him, and then, at that moment, the imperial officer looked at the Iron Man of the Dark Ages with a hilarious expression, which revived the long and long memories in the electronic circuits of those guys who should not be afraid of anything.

At the end of the Iron Man War, those human heroes who came from the East and attacked them suicidally because of their survival, did not have such crazy expressions.

"Evacuation protocol activated!" After a brief handover of processor commanders, the second iron man in the team, two men with multiple weapons including power fist gloves, took command and issued such an order.

They have never found a place to live in the plundering east of the human empire and serve the governor. For thousands of years, they have been existing at the top of the God's Calculation Tower as high-level bodyguards of the Mechanicum. Countless flesh and blood have fallen in front of them, including even There are assassins from the Inquisition or assassins from the Eldar xenos.

But they don't necessarily have the emotion of fear. The reason why the inner thoughts of the iron men are revived is also very simple. It turns out that the fear of human heroes who were buried 20,000 years ago has sprouted.

Escape, that word is particularly absurd when used in the context of artificial intelligence, but without the miraculous technology of the Necron Tomb Center and the legs that replicate will, at the end of that dark 40,000 years, the Iron Man who once threatened the galaxy could not survive. A grain of sand in the blue sea has not been erased by time, but only sinks in the darkness.

Stomp, tap, tap, the iron men and the cracked void shields left at extremely fast speeds, covered with the shells of the Imperial Guard's shooting and gradual loss.

For the first time, Alan Bayer felt that his skin was all burned out, but the iron man was very strong and helped him resist most of the damage with the strongest breastplate.

But when the fine gold fragments exploded by the hot melt penetrated his thigh, bright red liquid flowed out of the flesh and blood, and he was injured for the first time in a long time.

The body of flesh and blood, unable to bear the heavy burden, fell to the ground. Life is so fragile but can it be so tough? It can do countless heroic deeds, but it can also die from the most basic wound. He walked on the ground, his thighs like The medium-rare steak oozed blood.

"Hurry up, artificial skin, tonics, hemostatic agents, hurry, hurry, hurry!" the sergeant shouted anxiously, the Letling man looked worried, but Alan Bayer reluctantly stood up dizzily, the blood on his wound was wet. The military uniform was stained with blood, and the molten iron sheet fell on his helmet and shoulders, making him look like a legendary demon.

"It's okay, he's okay, go in through the pipe." Alan Bayer took the tonic and inserted it directly into his blood vessel accurately and crazily. The stimulant and madness allowed his blood to move forward slowly.

He spoke without asking for support from his companions or asking for help. "Those iron men are going to report, hurry up, hurry up."

They must race against time. The enemy may have realized that they are coming and going from the pipeline, so it is too easy to block them.

The time has not yet come…

He needs to wait, and those unresolved things need to be cleared through war. In the void where the Chaos Gods are rampant, the winner does not necessarily need to be strong, but needs loyalty.

What kind of god of all opportunities is this? Bu Naofu sold his soul to waste. When the illusion brought by the tonic filled his body, the lieutenant colonel stood up straight. "Ha...quickly."

He climbed into the pipe first. The dark place was not supposed to be the path passed by the Imperial Guard. They had to endure it if they wanted to get their dignity and victory back.

In the dark, smelly, cold metal pipes, the Letling people re-recognized their homeland. It was like hell. He squeezed through the crowd and took the initiative to lead the team. Without taking any souvenirs, he felt a sense of joy like a new life, focusing on his reason. Society wronged his cruel and broken but still loyal heart.

He spoke proactively. "They go out from the drain. There is no place to intercept them. They are all on the ground and far away from the vent. It seems that there is too little water in that world. The design of the drain is more decorative and should be special. Most of the sewage will be purified and the excrement will be made into food, making it very clean and its exit will lead directly to the wilderness, where they will be safe. "

Alan Bair asked, holding the burned wound. "Then how can I determine the situation there? It's normal if it's blocked by debris."

"He doesn't know, no one knows, that unneeded place is indeed uninvestigated and unmaintained, but he believes that it is the best place for them to retreat."

"The water pipe with the slope structure allows them to slide eastward. They need to pay attention to controlling the speed of falling eastward. They can reach the city in a few hours." The Sterling people showed a crazy smile, and the Imperial Guard soldiers had to admit it.

"Isn't that a terrible amusement park? Is the water in the park in summer?"

"Hahaha... I figured it out." Alan Bair looked at the sergeant.

"How about it? I'll bet on it or not..."

The sergeant immediately answered. "Bet, forest warriors are not afraid of the enemy and will not miss their opportunity, sir."

"Then, let's open that park and have a good time." Alan Bair held on to the wall of the pipe and kept moving forward, and the Letlings also speeded up.

The restless smell of promethium and the slowly shaking exterior of the building told them that the Mechanicus was in action, and those demons made of metal were hunting down the group of flesh and blood who knew the heights of the sky and the earth, begging to use their souls and flesh to sacrifice their souls. god.

When the Imperial Guard stroked through the vents of those narrow pipes like mice, they had to hold their breath, watch vigilantly, and quietly watch the movements of the servants of the Mechanicus who were exploring everywhere. When the detection detectors stretched in, Kata Chang had to risk his life to catch the detection servitor, severely tear off its legs and arms, and smash its monitor to delay time.

If you come from the east, you will be like a mouse, twisting and hiding, changing the route so that the enemy cannot guess their target.

Alan Bayer felt that their luck had run out. In just a few thousand meters, such things happened almost three or four times, which greatly delayed their speed. On several occasions, the enemy even guessed their location. , started shooting at the wrong wall, and the projectiles grazed his helmet, almost causing him more wounds.

Although they were outnumbered on the road, the Imperial Guard still felt humiliated by being forced by that group of scientific researchers. If they had the opportunity to fire another bullet at the enemy and kill a few more people, they would definitely be willing to do so. Do it.

At the end of the road, the experienced Imperial Guard soldier asked. "Is it just that thing?" The sergeant held up a light source and shined it on the dark place like the east slide in front of him. It was a huge and terrifying slope with no way out.

"It's just like my mother's pipe, it's black and smelly." The pipe can only accommodate one person at most, and the walls of the pipe are very slippery. The ground protects the water there from drying up, making the escape plan more difficult.

The sergeant had no choice, and the Letling man asked him mockingly. "Sir, are you scared?"

"No, Catachan soldiers will not be afraid. He will land first." He pressed his thighs against the wall and used his legs and arms to determine the speed. He held the light source in his mouth and looked forward.

The rich smell of plant fermentation, with a slight alcoholic smell and sweetness, more likely to be rotten and dead, makes the Catachan people feel as if they have returned to their hometown, while the wet and sticky pipe walls are even more irritated by the annoying moss-like plants. Will it bring a lot of trouble to the Imperial Guard?

Swish, swish, swish, the moss on the wall of the pipe was scraped away by military boots, leaving behind two red marks and the sound of metal collision.

"Asshole, it's sliding too fast!" The big man from Stirling showed off, but it was difficult to slow down that speed, so he immediately got into the pipe and took out his rope.

"Not so fast! There will be obstacles in that semi-abandoned pipeline!" He stuck the rope on the platform at the entrance of the pipeline, and quickly descended eastward, so that his speed could be faster than the non-commissioned officer's landing. He looked at the non-commissioned officer He kept showing off the light he gave off.

The sergeant also replied. "He wanted to stop, but the pipe was too wet!"

"Damn it..." the Sterling man cursed, and saw something faintly gleaming in the east. "There's something!"

The sergeant lowered his head and saw the thing in the looming light. It was a horizontal, shining ball of scrap metal, with a sharp protrusion like a blade. If he was falling at the speed he was now, his body would definitely be different. Wear it!

"Emperor!"

He thought about dying because of the enemy, or losing in the war, or in the worst case scenario, being captured, being played to death by aliens or heretics in humiliation, but whether he could slip through the pipe...

He took out the Catachan dagger. "He won't die!" The sharp blade was inserted into the pipe, and the crackling fireworks slightly slowed his descent to the east, but the wet moss on his leg fingers prevented him from holding on too hard.

"Oops..." The fingers of the leg gradually slipped off, the leg fell off, and Dongluo continued! And when the sergeant had to admit that he was reckless, the long rope fell down and circled him, hanging him in the air like a scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark.

But the owner of the rope loosened the rope, and his hairy leg fingers did not work in the pipe. As a recruit, he did a great job, but he was indeed too reckless, and he was among the Skadis. , there are indeed many such characters.

"Ah! Emperor!" The situation has changed. Now the rescuer is begging to be rescued. The dark and dangerous pipe is like a thing that is thirsty for blood and chooses people to devour.

At the moment when he was about to be unlucky, the Sterling somewhat regretted walking out of the gentle zone, but the light from the burst of hot melt made him unforgettable for a long time. He did not regret shooting, because he was not a Letling, so he felt that he had left. It's too rash, I should get more good stuff.

"Ha..." The sharp metal was getting closer and closer. He grabbed the wall with all his strength. Although his falling speed dropped due to his light weight, he still couldn't stop completely.

"It's over..." He lost all hope, but suddenly a beam of light shot into the narrow, dark pipe, as bright and shining as the first time he saw the Imperial Guard during the Battle of the God's Calculation Tower.

"What!?" The strong light was enough to blind his eyes, which had never seen stars. The strong heat made him feel crazy. The metal turned into lava and followed the pipe to the east. He also gained space and increased his speed. Slow down.

"Ha... the Emperor bless..." He raised his head and looked at the person who saved him, Lieutenant Colonel. At this moment, Alan Bair's right leg was inserted into the pipe with the Katachan blade to fix his body, slowing down the landing speed, and his left leg took out the heat. Relic leg gun in melt mode.

"Boy, don't be too impulsive. Please pay attention to Dongsheng, lean on the wall and slide slowly to the east."

"There's no time to play games, hurry up, hurry up." He seemed a bit cold, but that was what he had to do if he wanted to survive in that era. Being calm meant destroying humanity and survival.

The Stirling man breathed heavily, watching the sergeant hand over his rope, and the Skadi man slowly descended eastward in an orderly manner. The dark pipe seemed to have no end, and the scary things and chaotic debris continued.

"The road is pretty normal..." The Letling man calculated how far it would take him to reach his goal, and it was his responsibility to do so. "It's about 2 kilometers, and it takes about half an hour at the current speed."

"Very good, they are trying to escape immediately." Alan Bayer said, a lot of blood spilled from his chest due to the rescue operation, but otherwise he concentrated on looking at the timer he was carrying.

the sergeant asked. "Boss, what are you doing with that thing?"

Alan Bayer said no. "That part of Operation No, if nothing else happens, they won't be using it."

The Ratling laughed. "No, just exit from the front!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thick metal limbs instantly penetrated the ground and cut off the pipe. Violent vibrations and scattered parts continued to fly away.

"Oops! Is it a mechanical leg arm used in a factory? How did the enemy know!?" The sergeant yelled, and then took out the hot melt and broke the long leg arm, but their road was completely blocked.

"Xiang Zai! Climb out of the pipe along the legs and arms. They have been discovered. Don't go there again, or they will be shot!" Alan Bayer ordered, and led the Skadi people to Xiang Zai, looking at the machine in the metal gap. The servant raised his weapon and shot at the Skadi soldier who was there. His head was smashed by his precise attack and fell into the gap between the metal legs and the ground.

When the Skadi crawled back to the ground, the Ratling covered his eyes. He felt the sun for the first time. Is it such a dazzling and hot thing?

But the surface was just as he thought, not welcoming their troops, but there were a large number of servitors stationed near the God's Calculation Tower, tens of thousands of them, relying on automatic cannons and bunkers, trenches and equipment, watching eagerly.

The Skadi people kept shooting, dodging, and hiding next to half of the engineering equipment. Alan Bair looked at the timer in his leg. The wound on his body burst due to the violent activity, and his body was soaked with blood. .

"It's time!" He smiled like a devil and looked at the oil guys. With just one expression, the members of the Mechanicus couldn't help but hide in the bunker, because the Mechanicus was frightened by those madmen!

I will be sick tomorrow. Instead of writing 8,000 words, I did 4,000.