Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 181 Emperor Huang's dog is angry, and the founding governor needs to be the enemy of the entire world

"What am I doing?" The Governor attached himself to the body of the Afar-level Skitarii and asked the guy in front of him who frightened him in an electronic voice.

"Why would I beg to invade his castle! Imperial Guard!"

"He is the Ohm Messiah, the incarnation of the God of All Machines in the human world! If a mortal like me steps into the holy realm with flesh and blood, don't even think about going back! Die! See your corpse emperor!"

Alan Bair asked the Letling man next to him. "Cigarettes, are they very popular? Come on, really. My whole body hurts. I need to find a military doctor to apply some oil when I get back..."

The Letling man handed over the cigarette and carefully lit it for his boss. In the dry and hot hive city, it was not rare to enjoy such a thing.

Alan Bayer took a deep breath. Although he didn't think he would enjoy it as much as a high-end cigar, he almost spit it out after the strong musty smell overflowed.

I want to know that the lieutenant colonel who has experienced supply shortages several times during the long march has basically nothing to do with picky eating or waste, but he was disgusted to the point of spitting things out of his mouth twice.

Tanner tea and moldy tanner tea, I have to add one tomorrow, cigarettes produced by pipes.

"Cough cough cough...what is that thing of mine made of..." He kept coughing, and the Letling people also said. "Sun-dried red moss."

"Fuck, that smell, why should I smoke it?"

replied the Ratling. "The smoke rings that the thing spits out are very beautiful. Instead of swallowing them, they just inhale them and spit them out. It's not entertainment."

Alan Bayer rolled his red eyes. For the first time he tasted the pain of cultural differences, so he imitated the boy's actions and blew out a few smoke rings. The good news was that he was indeed so stimulated that he didn't care about the pain. The bad news In addition to the wounds, his external organs were now twisted together from a puff of spiked cigarettes.

But he was still very grateful to his boy for bringing him out. Although his fate was unfortunate, it turned out to be a good thing. He looked at the Skitarii with full weapons over there. It turned out to be better without those things.

He blew out the smoke ring again, hid behind the engineering machine, and looked at the cloudless sky. He wanted to scold that old guy, but he couldn't. There was no radio or speaker, and his voice was very hard. , only those who are similar to Astartes can shout out.

Since he was not allowed to scold, Alan Bair waited, waiting for the Emperor to help him scold him, so why didn't the old boy call himself the God of All Opportunities? Only the old man, the Emperor, could scold him.

Alan Bayer lay down and even began to wash his wounds with water and eat lunch.

"Boss, that firepower is too strong. What should I do? What should they do?!" The sergeant lowered his head and fired tens of thousands of firearms. It would be ridiculous for the Imperial Guard to hold on for a few seconds. If the heavy machine was not strong, they would It's over already.

Alan Bayer could just stare at the sky and inhale the smoke. "Just pray that you'll be safe there. If you wait a little longer, the emperor's dirty words will be here soon."

the sergeant said. "What dirty words..."

The heretic governor was chattering endlessly at this moment. "You scumbags of the Imperial Guard, hurry up and pay for the damage we have caused. Haha, the God of All Machines is praising his great achievements."

The Alpha Mechanicum soldier spat out words. "What is that? Lord God of All Machines."

"What?" The governor raised his head and looked at the fierce "meteor" of flames streaking across the sky.

"What are we doing? The missile will not hit him. Is he the God of All Planes?"

"As long as it is not mechanical, it will not disobey him!"

But the high-explosive ammunition that flashed across the sky undoubtedly hit the huge army of the Mechanicus. What God of All Machines? As for ancient Terra's traditional weapons, there are gunpowder and the empire's cutting-edge material engineering!

At a distant firing position, a civilian diesel engine pulled the ground-shaking cannon into the firing point. Both of those things were completely fuel-driven. They did not use the empire's complicated fiber bundles or control panels, and they had almost no machine soul. Spirits are not electronics, they are ancient things powered entirely by fuel and gunpowder, just like guns.

The high-explosive bomb fell to the ground, kicking up thick dust and death. The servitors were scattered in a mess, leaving only traces of parts and engine oil.

"What?! His void shield...did we destroy it? But what about that weapon? There shouldn't be anything producing artillery equipment in that sector..."

"No, is our Corpse Emperor really protecting us? Why are there tactile cannonballs!"

Roaring thunder and lightning fell on his position in reply. The governor's body was instantly smashed, leaving a mess in the east. The private held a telescope on his legs and conveyed to the second lieutenant.

"Hit, another shot, south, 56 points, altitude 223 meters."

Second Lieutenant Gao Hanxuan. "Hit, another shot, south, 56 points, height 223 meters!"

The chief of staff initially shouted to the artillery team that was preparing to go. "Hit, another shot, south, 56 points, altitude 223 meters."

Such primitive methods, even tactics that have long been discontinued in the ancient Terran era, can maintain the basis of war, because the so-called war is nothing but a matter of life biting each other, and all tactics and targets cannot kill each other. Dead enemies.

Alan Bayer looked at the unshakable cannonball and drew out his beautiful red eyes. "It's just in time. No, it's so slow."

The Letlings commented. "Beautiful smoke, boss, your legs are very fast."

Alan Baier answered no. "It's simple. If he doesn't bother with that roll, then it should be the first pipe cigarette."

The Letling people looked at the Earth-shaking Cannon slowly cutting into the God's Calculation Tower, showing a stern expression. "There's no way, the old ones won't go, and the new ones won't come."

"Let the Emperor celebrate his new life, boss.

"No, then, use the lives of the servitors there to celebrate the increase in the number of Skadi's only regiment. The entire Skadi commando team will obey the order and exterminate the heretics there. Anyone who is the enemy of the port will be asked to leave. gun!"

"Kill, cheer. When they are bombarded by the Imperial Guard, use the most accurate shots to kill those who barely escape the gunfire. Are they lucky, but the fate of heretics is death."

"Private Leitlin, the leader of the demihuman auxiliary army, let him see what Yidong, the empire's most elite sniper leg, looks like!"

Alan Bair raised his weapon and looked at the servitors who were escaping. He accurately smashed the heads of those useless people. Skadi's only regiment was the artillery regiment. They couldn't overthink the level of their ground-shaking cannons. The pressure was on them. Arriving at the assault force that was fighting the enemy.

Everyone who betrays the Emperor must die!

The Letling raised his weapon, dopamine was secreted, and adrenaline was constantly flowing. He drooled with excitement, and the sniper carbine took away the lives of the two servitors with a whoosh of precision, lethality, and bullets.

The members of the Skadi Commandos are all sharpshooters, they are demons, gods of death, and scythes. Their blades turn into explosive muskets, shooting at the few things that can escape.

Exploding engine oil, flesh and blood, parts, massacre and extermination played a symphony of death next to Pan Lan's divine calculation tower. For the first time, the Stirling man felt that he was the commander of his own life. The pleasure made him indifferent. He shot hesitantly, but suddenly, Alan Bair held his shoulder.

"That's enough, I'm not a soldier, I'm not a butcher, and my magazine is probably empty."

In one sentence, he imagined that crazy guy, his legs and fingers were still torturing the empty magazine. When he looked at the corpses in front of him, the complicated feelings in his heart reappeared. He had nothing, no family, no society, no recognition. Sense, what can such a soldier do?

"Boss, he..."

Alan Baier said. "That cigarette is quite interesting. Can we get some more? There should be a lot of moss in the pipe. Zhai Lu's fight is over. Let's go get some more from the pipe."

The Sterling man nodded. "No, he will let the smoke fill the military camp and stay there for a long time."

Alan Bair frowned. "We have a counselor, be careful he's caught."

said the Stirling man. "But the guy who caught him was very naive."

But that comfort was quickly interrupted by the hum of a transport truck. "Reinforcements are coming." Alan Bayer looked at the approaching trucks in the distance. Whether those old antiques spitting out black fuel mist were the only iron horses of the Ming Empire Guards, and whether they could maintain the core of the war.

The main force of Skadi and Pan Lan formed a heresy killing group of about 20,000 people who were willing to join the war. The flames of revenge were burning, and the earth-shaking artillery team continuously attacked the God's Calculation Tower. Even the indestructible mountain peaks made of fine gold could not be destroyed. Slowly collapsing.

In addition to the Imperial Guard, the people on the truck heading east also included a large number of the Fang Ting Cult Army. Whether they had not undergone much mechanical transformation, and only a few organs were affected, and their combat effectiveness was reduced, but were they awakened by the power of the Heretic Governor? Part of one's own original will.

But the servitors are not scum or forced to reform. Their will is not that of a warrior. Fortunately, the lobes of their brains have been cut off. The only use of those empty-headed things at this moment is to bring them to the enemy and inject them with stimulants and hormones. , forcing them to unleash their anger and desire to attack their enemies.

I have to say that in that aspect, the Empire is more like a "villain" than the heresy, but in that dark universe, there is no so-called villain, it's just about survival.

Those servitors, the so-called suicide regiments, can barely reduce the demand and consumption of infantry. They are also not a substitute for Minskadi's dwindling infantry force.

It is not something that Skadi lacks. The addition of the power of the Mechanicus to Skadi's army can also slow down the attrition. Even if there is no Mechanic Priest, it can be used by injecting drugs into disposable combat machines, which is extremely cost-effective.

In other words, Alan Bair approached the private and second lieutenant and patted them on the shoulder. “I didn’t expect the persuasion work to go so smoothly.”

The private pointed at the huge tourist group of Mechanicus Sages over there. Those people of seventy and eighty years old with terrifying technological transformations were crowded together, coming from the east on trucks like a tourist group, and the unlucky one was designated by Alan Bair as unlucky. The contact person's Catachan then becomes a tour guide.

Private he said. "The sage who took care of the child did a great job. He was smart and had a sharp tongue. With just a few words, he made the stakes clear to those who were hesitant."

"Lord, please tell me that he is very accomplished in binary language (machine language, binary language), is very proficient in genetic science (raising girls to become all-rounders), and can answer questions incorrectly in front of most of the fat and prosperous mechanical sages. ”

"Having him as Pan Lan's successor as governor, he feels relieved."

Alan Baier said. "Children make people mature... He always feels that the oil guys are a bit like a bunch of guys who can't grow up. Is it because they have too high attainments in in vitro fertilization and public support?"

Alan Bair's words do make sense, but that's not what the Imperial Guard thinks about. If the Mechanicus really needs a normal breeding relationship to maintain its special humanity, the new governor will naturally do it.

The problem with the eyesight is no, the untouchables are very rare, and many genetic sages looked at that Catachan and it wasn't too wrong.

If the war was not ended quickly, the Catachan forest warrior might be dissected that day. Although Alan Bair was not worried about his combat effectiveness, it was difficult to guard against domestic thieves even if they were protected by moon and night.

The help of so many sages in Bu Nao also means that the war has completely tilted towards the empire. Servants and technology are the most important. The design drawings and terrain information of the forge world in their heads will make the infantry units occupied. The right time and place.

That Foundry Governor has already made an enemy of the entire world. No matter how powerful the corpse of that heretic demon is, it is still a demon. The entire Forge World has tens of billions of people. If there is enough time, every one of them will be drowned by him. .

Victory was already in his grasp. The Imperial Guard's shelling continued, and the God's Calculation Tower began to collapse. There was no time to wait.

"Shout, ask the engineering department to start installing melt bombs on the foundation of the Divine Calculation Tower..." After he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he thought of the scenery that was comparable to a loving father's garden.

"Yes, ask the engineering department to blow up the first floor of the tower!"

the private asked doubtfully. "Wouldn't the foundation be better?"

Alan Bayer said no. "I'll know if I have time to go and check it out. There's no way to blow it up. He personally recommends Zhai Lu to end the war, find a stone and bury it, and then wait until the bacteria inside eat up those gluttonous feasts."

The private looked confused. "Sir, what kind of gluttonous feast is this?"

The second lieutenant interrupted. "Don't ask, do more, shut up less, no, no, no, no, no, boss."

Alan Bair pointed to the ensign. "My boy is good at not learning, and he has a lot of crooked ways. It's true that he is like that. As a soldier, it's best not to ask about some things for the rest of my life."

He knows that many stories in that universe are best understood by a few elites, especially subspace and human history, which are very true to that universe.

That's why he arranged for the second lieutenant to be beside the private. Guys from the forging world have a super thirst for knowledge.

Secondly…

The Governor was hardly brought to justice, and God knows what ruthless things that old fellow was not up to.

He looked at the top of the tower, which represented the pinnacle of the power of the Mechanicus. Alan Bair's worries were correct. At this moment, in the top space of the God's Calculation Tower, countless mechanical tentacles grabbed, cut, and broke the adamantine walls or darkness. Will the remaining high-tech products of the era fill the bloated body of the Founding Governor?

At the top of the Divine Calculation Tower, the remains of Merovingian may have become a breeding ground for the development of morbid substances. Although the Governor claims to be the god of all opportunities, he is just a controlled puppet.

But that huge, morbid body was like an evil dragon entrenched on a lonely mountain, and the governor's only protruding old head looked greedily at the beautiful forging world. "What's his is not his..."