Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 127 Hydra Tanks, Basilisks, Mechanics

When the imperial guards came here, no matter whether it was the founding governor or the priests of the Mechanic Cult, they were all indifferent to them. Such indifference was due to their disregard and arrogance for mortal flesh and blood.

But they will not expel the Imperial Guard, they just take advantage of their attitude, they firmly believe that the light of Om Messiah will shine here, and victory will always remain.

However, in addition to faith, the people here still have considerable trust in the triangular defense curtain formed by the three modified asteroids near their galaxy. The man-made defense system called the Iron Gate and the fleet of the Imperial Guard have completely blocked the entire world. The main subspace road.

The Mandeville point turned the vastness of the void into a series of lines linking the galaxy, and the undercurrent of the subspace extending in all directions took countless ships away, including invaders and guardians.

The subspace is like a river linking countless imperial worlds. It is not only terrifying, but also links the future of mankind and exploration and adventure, and is also the core point of attack and defense.

The Steel Gate protects this world, and according to records, it is equipped with a small volcanic cannon, which can destroy a cruiser with just one shot...

However, the three asteroid fortresses are still not enough to resist the enemy. The Black Heart King has an absolute advantage in resources. This is also what the Mechanic Church fears and worries about, and why they contacted the Imperial Guard.

Probably holding that, I pay taxes to your empire every day, and now you are almost fulfilling your obligations! ?

So their attitude towards the Astral Army is not very good. Firstly, the state religion of the Empire and the Mechanicus are basically two beliefs. Secondly, they have reproductive isolation, which is basically doomed to cast the governor's indifferent attitude.

Therefore, Alan Bair, who is walking in the central area of ​​the foundry world and has not been transformed at all, cannot be said to be eye-catching. I really want to describe it as a naked man who came to the White House one day, and then all the guards of the White House followed him. But don't do it.

For the Mechanicus, this is probably the feeling of an unreformed mortal walking into the casting center, and the gazes in Alan Bayer's eyes, those eyes that are mostly composed of monitors, are dangerous and crazy, greedy for him Treasures on the body.

For Alan Bayer, it would be a complete waste to hand over the relics of the Dark Ages to the Mechanicus. If they can really research something and benefit the empire, he naturally doesn't care about paying, but in most cases, Gao High-level technical sages will monopolize technology, and then those stcs that were recreated with great difficulty, day and night, and spent countless manpower and material resources completely disappeared after one of their deaths.

For the Mechanicus, it is extremely difficult to manufacture those STCs after they are researched. In most cases, it is not impossible, but mass production is impossible. Soldiers will still use lasers, plasmas and other things, and only some elites will try to distribute them. , even so, Mechanicus is giving priority to those who are related.

So, why not keep it for yourself?Whether to let those killing weapons break on the battlefield, or be enshrined, wait for a genius engine oil guy to crack it, and then he dies, those things
disappear again?

Thinking so, smelling, tasting the smell of those fuels, staring at them, and asking about 6-19 times along the way. "Sir, do you need me to help you get something?" Alan Bayer finally came to the location of the casting governor after the machine servant asked.

After the fine gold door opened with the squeaking sound of the gears, the room suddenly generated air pressure, almost insane enough to suck people in, Alan Bayer couldn't help but hold his breath.

After about a few seconds, the appearance of this room can finally be seen clearly. Inside the metal walls and messy things, experimental props, complicated lathes, and a large amount of kraft paper are scattered and piled up here. Among countless knowledge, the contents of the room In the center was an operating table, on which was tied a disemboweled orc, dying peacefully.

A two-meter-long humanoid thing stood next to the orc. Many pliers, knives, and drills were dangling on his countless mechanical arms. His body had been completely remodeled, and only a few places were still clean, such as the brain?

A red robe, a body made of ceramic steel, and a scarlet monitor flickering around. At this moment, he is making a sound, and only that voice can roughly judge his age. The voice of an old man in his 80s is only covered by the grille and communication. It only looks more powerful after being strengthened.

"Sorry, my vocal cords haven't been remodeled yet, a guest of the Imperial Guard, praise Om Messiah, I was undergoing surgery just now, dissecting orcs is my daily compulsory course."

"During this time I'll be pumping out the oxygen here to create a vacuum and make sure the orcs don't rot and decompose."

Alan Baier also noticed that the floor here is made of pure gold, without gaps, as if it was fused during casting, and there are no welding marks. Not to mention the orc spores, even the elite assassins in the living room cannot crawl out.

And the electronic sound and the damned mechanical joint sizzle echoed in his ears, like a mechanical spider made of metal crawling in his head, Alan Bayer barely maintained his gentleness and elegance to answer.

"It's okay, Mr. Founding Governor, the only regiment of Skadi is happy to help, and I will never care about your voice."

He nodded, if that gesture was still the human etiquette gesture that Alan Bayer knew, it would be hard to imagine what the thing in front of him had to do with people, even an orc would evaluate the behavior of the Mechanic. "Even the crazy doctor isn't half as crazy as those cogboys."

The founding governor put away his blood-stained and terrifying limbs, and said in a gentle tone. "Servant, serve tea for your lord, I'm sorry, I can't taste the food, my stomach is broken during this time, its sting will affect my movements, although I don't feel the pain anymore, I still carry on remodeled."

Alan Baier asked with great interest. "Then how much space do you have..." He thought about many words. "Original match?"

Several fingers of the founding governor pointed to his head, throat, and heart.

"The next step is to replace the heart. I'm almost done giving up all the wetware."

Alan Baier frowned. For the empire, especially for the meritorious men of the empire, the countless methods of prolonging life and the genes that humans have evolved over tens of thousands of years make it possible for the people of the empire to be counted at 80-90. Make "middle age".

Of course, this depends on his identity. Basically, the school-level officers of the empire will not be too short-lived, as long as you can prove your worth, and because of its dogma and technology, a sage of the Mechanicus, if nothing happens, It's okay to live for thousands of years.

So the "old man" in front of him obviously has not maintained his wetware at all, and it can even be said to be disgusting.

Alan Bayer still has a part of the concept of body, hair, skin, and parents. This old thing is getting worse and worse for him. In comparison, the girls in his group are much better, although they look like a highly modified It looks like a person, but it is obviously human.

Of course, it may also be because she is too young...

But disgust is disgust, cooperation is cooperation, Alan Bayer just nodded. "Then about this alliance between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus Skitarii..." He had just opened his mouth when the sage made his voice.

"Enough, I don't want to hear this, and you know very well why I brought you here." The mechanical sage has no patience, he can spend hundreds of years stealth researching a thing, but he is unwilling to listen Alan Bair speaks about his collaboration on Live and Die in the World.

Because from the beginning, the mechanical sage is not a soldier, not an officer, not an aristocrat, but a real scientific researcher. If he can touch the human relics of the dark age, he would rather the world be turned into ruins. For this sage , this world is just one of the ways for him to obtain research materials, and it is not important.

The value of knowledge is inexhaustible, the founding governor is urgent, he has no time to play house with mortals, Alan Bayer has also seen the intention of this man, he has already begun to think about whether to go to the first Hongzhi (although this explanation Rough and stupid, but it can be barely understood as the regiment-level composition of the Skitarii, but a Skitarii is actually composed of multiple macro branches, and they are all controlled by infantry composed of machine servants and a small number of data sages.) to help He protects the world.

But he also considered that the Mechanicum's personality is probably in the same line, he sighed. "Tell your servitor to keep it, and give me the list now."

The founding governor couldn't help but feel happy, even though his emotional suppressor was already buzzing, as a mechanical sage, his brain hadn't been modified much. "What can you offer?"

His word order has become faster, obviously, and Alan Baier also replied. "Nano virus guns, primitive weapons, probably hundreds of handles."

"Hundreds, bye bye bye bye, bye, Abai!" The mechanical sage was stuck, until his server was readjusted, he repeated this word for about half a minute, Alan Baier almost couldn't help it, and wanted to kill him with a single shot This old man, if he hadn't considered many things related to him in the future, there would be those elite skitarii alphas who were almost all made up of machines, holding electromagnetic guns and staring at him.

The mechanical sage's emotions calmed down, and he closed his eyes. If that kind of thing is an eye, although he has no eyelids in theory, it may be because of his habit during his lifetime. He can still close the iron sheet and let something cover the original eyelids. Catch his eyeballs.

After a while, several machine servants came with a long list, ranging from common individual weapons to automatic guns, with clearly marked prices, and it even said how much a nano weapon can be exchanged for a meta weapon.

This efficiency made Alan Bayer's eyelids twitch slightly. Fortunately, no other officers came this time, only him and his Skadi's only elite regiment. Content.

"The price is a bit high?" Alan Bayer said so, but he knew very well in his heart that the price here is not outrageous, because those weapons are no longer valuable to him. Compared with the so-called dark age technological relics, Scar According to the Di only team, those things are only scrap iron without ammunition.

The tech sage answers. "Needless to say, flesh and blood, this is the highest price in this star area, you understand."

Alan Baier still gasped and pretended to be confused. "The relics of the dark age are priceless in the market, and you Mechanics must know that if you miss the stock of my only regiment in Skadi, you can dig in the ground, maybe you can get it out."

The technology sage doesn't want to be theoretical, he just wants to study the wisdom of those ancient humans. Although he keeps saying that it is a dark age, all the high-level officials in the empire understand that those relics are ridiculously easy to use.

But the more you see the clues of the heyday of human beings from the power of those things like witchcraft, while being fascinated, many sages of Mechanicism have also fallen into the corruption of chaos. It can be said that the empire is now timid in various aspects. Given by the subspace.

But Alan Bayer doesn't care whether the sage in front of him will fall, if he really joins the traitors, all that awaits him is the wrath of the Hammer of the Empire.

The sages of the Mechanicus also saw firmness and will from Alan Bayer's eyes. As the saying goes, even a mechanically transformed person who is a technical nerd and inhumane can understand what kind of person is worth socializing with. Of course, the Mechanicus Everything depends on beliefs and knowledge reserves, but interpersonal relationships will not be a bad stepping stone.

For example, Alan Bayer can judge that the Mechanicist girl in his regiment is only a sage's apprentice, and she will surely rise to the top in the future. Even if her sect is very partial, it is not something that small forces in the empire can touch.

It's just that the upper echelons of Mechanicus rarely show their emotional intelligence in front of others, unless that person makes them feel valuable.

That's right, the founding governor of this world now has a strange feeling that the guy in front of him, if he makes friends well, he will inherit a lot, and the God of Myriad Opportunities must also be a lot better.

"Okay, in addition to providing supplies, all your follow-up maintenance and ammunition supplies will also be discounted, and the supplies from our world will be given priority to your regiment in the future." The words of the mechanical sage have extremely high gold content, as a first-level high tax standard. In the imperial world, their taxes are enough to supply about 50 standard imperial worlds, which means a huge population base of tens of trillions of people.

Although Skadi's only regiment has never been short of money, they have also experienced the miserable travel of being squeezed out by the local military affairs department in other star regions, lacking in supplies, and now there is a foundry world and a garden world that can continuously provide supplies And supplies are naturally better, and he may even be able to break away from the Imperial Military Department...

Alan Bair immediately dismissed the dangerous heresy, and he immediately started purchasing mode.

"This Hydra anti-aircraft tank has a total of 12 units, and this petrified lizard has 15 units, and the Salamander reconnaissance tank Kane likes it so much, so I also have two for fun."

"Then plasma, first each team has a plasma gunner, and then some melta guns and melta grenades are given to the assault troops, and a thousand handles will be given."

The nib writes and draws on the kraft paper, making people wonder if the war engines of the empire don’t cost money. When Alan Bayer finished writing, war supplies, large and small, hung all over the paper, and the sage did a quick mental calculation , and then his modified body visibly trembled.

He knew that he would have something to research (disassemble) for the next few hundred years!

(End of this chapter)