Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 126 "Dating" with Mechanicus

The scorching earth is full of asphalt and concentrated acid. This world was once a place full of minerals. Although the atmosphere has been modified after the Mechanicus settled in, the air here is absolutely safe and loyal, but the exhaust gas produced by endless excavation is not enough. Make this a living hell.

There is no planetary governor in a foundry world. Her master is usually a mechanical sage, called a foundry director. What can be built in this world depends on what the person has in mind, but this foundry world is not very distinctive. stuff, like some horrible dark age technology.

This forge world is completely used to produce the standard configuration of the Star Militia, that is, carapace armor, hell guns, hydra tanks and other things. Compared with many awesome fourth-class tax-free forge worlds, I will give you a battleship if you have nothing to do. And Titan, the level here is the majority of the empire.

This place is commonly known as the Crack Forge. The standard mechanical language name of the Mechanicus, Alan Bayer, cannot be pronounced, and the Gothic name recorded in the empire is Pan Lan.

This world does not have a long history, but it still supports the large and small supplies of the entire Pangea sub-sector, from the transport vehicles used by civilians to the sky-opening cannons of the Imperial Guard. Although it cannot produce Lemanus, it is lightweight. For example, Kane's favorite Salamander tank is still readily available, and sentries are also one of the main outputs of this world.

It can be said that the empire can do without her, but the Pangea sub-star region cannot. Now because of the subspace, she is in a quite independent state after being blocked in this star system. En's food offers.

At least 3% of the world's population has undergone mechanical transformation. The demand for energy crystals, promethium, and oil is far greater than normal human food, and the starch blocks produced by the synthesis of promethium can also meet the needs of slave labor.

Today, at the foot of Alan Bayer, in the hive city (hive capital) that is as dense as an ant's nest and adjacent to each other, there are tens of billions of transformed humans and countless members of Mechanicus.

In other words, it is not a good job to be stationed here. The firepower of the Mechanicum cannot be used by the Imperial Guard for no reason, and your next nearest supply point, the food is...

Starch is fast.

However, as the elite of the empire, the Imperial Guard must have priority supply rights. With the orcs joining here, the transportation route has been smooth. This star system and about 13 surrounding human worlds are trading with each other, and there will be no shortage of food, so this casting The world becomes more important.

The traitors can't ignore the undercurrents of the subspace. If they can come in, so can the imperial guards called by Alan Bayer, so the current focus is to hold on and find a way to hold on.

On the periphery of the void in this world, there are three highly modified mobile asteroid fortresses that can sail at sub-light speeds as fire support, and there are also empire and orc warships as the main force. The pressure on the Imperial Guard is actually not too great.

But the void is vast, and after the imperial forces blockaded Mandeville, the traitors had to take down world by world in order to gain a strategic advantage, because they needed to rely on those imperial worlds as supply points and jumping points to reduce the burden of long-term navigation.

If you want to describe it vividly, in this star system, today's Red Pirates are empty buildings without foundations. Although they are huge and tall, they have not stood firm. As a springboard to enter the core of the ultimate star field.

The task is arduous, and so is the reality. The Imperial Guard must put itself in the most dangerous place in order to keep this huge empire alive.

Alan Baier took a sip of coffee and breathed the first mouthful of Mechanicus-style air after disembarking from the transport plane. The smell was extremely unpleasant. If an environmentalist from the ancient Terra era saw this thing, he would probably pass out directly.

The thick smoke is full of yellow fog, and the mountain peaks are composed of cities that go straight up to the clouds. Transport planes are flying in and out of the sky like a flock of birds. This number has been reduced. If there is no time hindered by the subspace, the sky will be blocked out here. covered by transport planes, because this is the richest area in the world below the Starport.

However, Mechanics has done a good job in the aspect of suffering from shortage and unevenness. Basically, machine slaves only have one treatment, work.

Their brain lobes were cut, emotional suppression devices were installed, and the vocal cords in their throats were cut if they needed to make a sound, and replaced with talking devices and grilles to amplify their voices.

Holding that spirit of transformation, where there is usefulness and where there is change, the Mechanicus is almost inhuman from top to bottom.

"It's not easy, this is a bad mission." Alan Baier complained, he was sitting in the transport vehicle prepared by the Mechanicus for the Astral Army, surrounded by senior officers of the Empire and a few members of the only Skadi regiment The soldiers serve as guards, and the advanced man-made composites on the seats give him a comfortable feeling, but the driver almost fits into the vehicle, which looks like a horror movie.

If it weren't for his distorted body still wearing the red robe of the Mechanicus, it would be hard to imagine that such a thing is a mechanical priest, but it may be that he noticed Alan Baier's impolite gaze, and his protruding mechanical eyeballs stretched out at this moment. Come out, snail-like, and twist backwards...

"Read the database, query, what's the matter? Mr. Alan Baier, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard."

Those trembling, wriggling, and mechanically moving tentacles in the narrow space of the vehicle really make people wonder if they have come to the subspace.

Alan Baier coughed. "How long until the station?"

the priest replied. "Estimated, three hours, 42 minutes and 12 seconds."

Alan Baier replied. "Thank you, keep up your work and praise Om Messiah."

the priest replied. "Praise the Om Messiah!"

As the Imperial Guard, Alan Bayer is now going to meet the Forge Master (Forge General), who rules the world and the Skitarii at the same time, but remember, the Skitarii is not a PDF, but a real terrorist reformer. Terrible military organization.

The only thing that makes Alan Bayer feel relaxed is that the priest sister in his regiment joined the team here as a diplomat, but the way she communicates with her fellow villagers cannot be understood by outsiders.

"10101100111111110000. Activate, Enzan agreement, 100011111011111110000000..." she muttered in the passenger seat, her highly modified body...

"I agree, start the agreement, and praise the God of Myriad Machines. 1010010101010010101010100000111111..."

Although I don’t know if there is such a saying in this world as driving without distraction and driving without distraction, maybe their prayers can make this car more stable. Anyway, looking at that old man, the car and the car are integrated, as if Picasso painted him , there shouldn't be a car accident.

probably, maybe...

"The bell tolls 12, praise Om Messiah, Mr. Alan Bair, we have arrived." At the end of the long, long, smelly and damn bumpy journey, Alan Bair had fallen asleep, and the mechanics taught them Without breathing, they have no idea how bad the smell is here.

He patted the crumpled military uniform, cursing and commenting. "I will report this matter to the founding governor, and next time I will ask the transport plane to carry me."

The mechanical priest replied. "Thank you for the suggestion, compatriot, compatriot, compatriot..." I got stuck, it seemed that this sentence was very incomprehensible to him, which made Alan Bayer a little annoyed, and wanted to give this "alien" like "human" head a blow hair.

When the broken car left quickly, I have to admit that the Mechanicum's research on human comfort is roughly equivalent to that of ancient Terra's Middle Ages, and it is enough to be in a usable place. After finally returning to the ground, the senior officers of the Imperial Guard all He lowered his head and leaned on his thigh.

They are numb. Only the cushions are comfortable in that place. After sitting for a long time, you will feel that the blood is not circulating. I don’t know what those people think. The whole small space is for the senior officers of the Imperial Guard to sit. Of course, it may also be expressing them. dissatisfaction.

The Mechanicus exists quite independently within the empire. If it weren't for this attack, the imperial guards would not be able to approach here at all. In other words, they hate flesh and blood mortals who disturb their lives and interfere with their world, and even the imperial guards have strong firepower. Might spoil here.

Those engine oil guys keep saying that they have no feelings or desires, but they are the most greedy people in the bottom of their hearts. All the things they lacked because of the transformation have become the desire for knowledge, the expectation of religion, and the 12 chimes of the bell?

There are emotions engraved in the human soul, and they will never erase all of them. The ruthlessness they say is actually just to cover up their weakness. The Imperial Guard is the backbone of human beings. They are at most mechanical genitals or something.

Alan Baier murmured in his heart that he didn't like those engine oil guys. Although they once represented the truth of the empire, they are now just ghosts and ghosts. Their desire for knowledge makes them no longer human, but they are still greedy.

And at this moment, a group of people followed the machine slave down, it was a brown ladder made of lead plates, when walking down the ramp, the first thing that caught his attention was the strong smell of sulfur, it felt like a piece of sponge Wet it with sulfur and promethium, and stuffed it on your face.

There was also a fiery hot wind that seemed to be the stinky farts of the furnace itself, sending the tumbling heat wave from the factory under the feet to the imperial officers through the foul-smelling air around them.

"Pay attention to exhaust emissions, flesh and blood." The lead servant said, the unique mechanical sound and the damn sound effect of his talking device passing through the grille distracted Alan Baier for an instant.

So even with the forewarning, he was choking and coughing, and felt like he was suffocating, and that's when he really started to envy the respirators worn by the Tau warriors.

The road ahead wasn't too far away, and their destination was, unsurprisingly, a... church.

The big golden clock, the huge gears, and the gaps between the gears are enough to fit a Lemanus. It looks like a huge monster-level creation, but Alan Baier can't tell what this thing does. Jiaoming is capable of making more advanced power transmission equipment, but they still have a soft spot for gears and pistons.

He walked in front of the huge metal door, which was carved with countless exquisite things, and a huge monster was stationed beside him. He held a power spear, and his figure was like an Ogryn. He hung a huge medicine jar on his body, and his flesh and blood swelled abnormally.

"Welcome." Greeted us in the characteristically flat tone hummed through the sounding device, while simultaneously making the cogwheel gesture so beloved of followers of the Mechanicus. "I am Fecundia Infantry Battalion, Bishop's Guard, and Centurion Jibo (jb)."

A Kistari, obviously, the body is highly modified, it is hard to imagine what the Mechanicus thinks about human flesh and blood, burden?

Alan Baier coughed. "We want to see the Governor."

Mr. Kibo lowered his head, and binary numbers flickered in his eyes. If the light was binary, Alan Baier just thought so, anyway, he should be thinking?
Under the watchful eyes of many imperial officers, any star soldier would feel nervous, but Mr. Kipo stayed here for half a minute before speaking, and the unique mechanical voice answered.

"I don't, get, permission and, application."

"Your team, without permission, please leave."

Alan Bayer instantly had the feeling of being blocked when he was on the website in the previous world, and he rubbed the tip of his nose. "I've been driving for five hours, and I'm exhausted, understand, don't waste my time, if you don't want your world to be ruined by heresy."

At this moment, the sister priest said suddenly. "My lord, to be precise, we sat for about four hours, 53 minutes and [-] seconds."

Alan Baier frowned, when did she have such a sense of humor? "Hey, that's not the point. The point is, I'm applying for a visit."

Mr. Kipo lowered his head again, and after a while of apparent stuttering, he replied. "Interview, failure, casting director, rejecting your meeting."

Alan Baier really doubted whether this guy was connected to the Internet. He really couldn't stand this intrusive iron corner, so he waved his hand. "Well, Sergeant, give me your scythe."

Then the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment handed over their weapons in a regular manner, and Alan Bayer waved the weapon in front of the big lump in front of him.

"A relic of the Dark Ages, high-tech, equipped with a destruction field generator, used to process crops."

Dajiada replied immediately. "Access, apply, please please please..."

"fail."

Alan Baier frowned, and he took out his pistol. "A relic of the Dark Ages, compatible with hot melt, heat rays, lasers, most known energy weapon shooting forms and can launch small hydrogen bombs alone."

Kibo answered right away. "Access, apply, succeed."

A voice came from behind the huge metal door. It was an old, mechanically synthesized voice, but it couldn't hide its excitement. "Master Lieutenant Colonel of Skadi's only regiment, please come in, please come in, according to the visit protocol, please take off your armor, and let the servitor collect... cough, safekeeping."

Alan Baier walked through the door and answered. "Fart you M, I'm here to save you, not to follow the procedure with you, if you want a relic, you have to spend money to buy it, let's clearly mark the price!"

The old thing behind the communicator replied. "Then, please come in, let's talk about the invasion of heresy, how much throne coin is your relic?"

The other officers looked at each other in blank dismay. They thought they should be shut down, but this one seemed to... Did he go to rob the grave?

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