Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 134 The Tank Arrives Ominous Blade
Recently, there have been a lot of internal transfers in the Mechanicus. Although it was the casting director's permission, those gear boys couldn't help but wonder where those mechanical creations would go. In the final analysis, what is the emotional suppression? god.

The Mechanicum is still ultimately driven by curiosity, merely through mechanical transformation and faith to escape the spell of one of the Chaos Gods, the Lord of Change.

I have to say, they are very smart, this method is so clever that the Emperor agrees, even...maybe he personally planned this method, but anyway, Mechanicum is very important to human beings, especially this dark end of the 40th millennium All human beings are absolutely useful.

"Quick, quick, this box is very important, you stupid servitor!" The strong flow of data stimulated the body of the transport servitor, although the reason for the slow progress was that they left the Hydra tank and those who were about to leave. things to pray for, but they are still very good at blaming other things.

No, it can even be said that the "training" of the servitors is the daily routine of individual priests, and they still pay a high degree of attention to their own creations, clones.

But the priest still said to his companion. "I didn't expect the founding governor to give this thing to the Imperial Guard."

said another. "We can't research anything here, but can mortals really control such an engine?"

His data eyes flashed, um...complex human nature, and then said. "I have maintained her for so many years, and I still can't change it. Maybe the Imperial Guard can..."

Said the questioner. "Don't think too much, the God of Myriad Opportunities bless her."

The two men in red robes glanced at each other, without any further questions, they just watched the huge machine slowly being transported in.

After those imperial war engines entered the transport aircraft, large and small containers approached the place where the only Skadi regiment was stationed. During this time, the only Skadi regiment, or the Skadi battle group, was several regiment of troops.

They have now opened up a military base that belongs to them exclusively in the hive. After the founding governor approves, they can do everything in this world like a fish in water...

They can enjoy the rotten atmosphere and disgusting folk customs of this world. The residents here are not human at all. You can’t buy anything, and they can’t sell it. Wen, repair, knock, gear or clock.

Alan Bayer was in his office, thinking how long it had been since he had eaten sweets. They have now disconnected from the Ministry of Military Affairs, and normal supplies can no longer be obtained, even if he complained about the chocolates issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs before. Synthetic, those cookies have no flavor, but something is better than nothing.

It is no problem to rely on this star system to meet the daily needs of tens of thousands of imperial guards, but all the better things are in the hands of the empire. The only regiment of Skadi, which used to be an elite force, rarely feels a shortage of supplies even during travel.

Whether it was when they plundered the property of the nobles when One Eye surrounded the entire Karoo city, or Mr. John's preference for the supplies of the Imperial Guard after he took office, the only regiment of Skadi kept away from hunger, and even often tasted snacks and delicacies.

But now Alan Bayer pried open his lunch, and a can of Golo beast saw dry meat, and the fat that often stuck to it had been cut off before processing. Although the supply was still sufficient, this way The current situation has shown that Karoo City, or this star system can no longer afford huge war expenses.

Once the army is in action, the fuel, personnel supplies, administrative transfers, and ammunition required by the war engine will create an indescribably huge vacancy. The production and transportation of them are enough to overwhelm a world.

Alan Baier looked at the dry meat under the promethium lamp, stained with soup, he should eat it gratefully, but if the war intensifies, such supplies will make the situation worse, lack of calories is murder .

"Consultant, how long have things like this been circulating in our place?"

The staff officer put away the cards he was playing. "It started about 3 weeks ago. I asked about the war in front of the void. Most of the supplies should be sent there as much as possible. The oil will be used for the maintenance of the battleship, and some will be used to make new individual rations."

Alan Bair said. "As a calorie additive, smash it and smear it on dry food. Finally, we can't even eat the kind of ooze issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs."

Although the taste of the emergency individual rations was criticized, as a commander, Alan Bayer had to comment that with only three bags, the tactical belt could be put down, and the energy and swelling satiety were enough to support a day's forced march. It will only lead to malnutrition, which is simply a gift from the emperor.

But those things are not available now, canned food and starch can be used for defensive battles, but in the case of raids, the ooze must be better, he has imagined the oil being spread on the biscuits, and he wants the soldiers to swallow Get off those greasy flour bricks.

"Damn it, we need the empire. We have to admit that although the Ministry of Military Affairs is scolded by us all day long, we can't live without him..."

Although the Ministry of Military Affairs has been emphasized time and time again as the most useless and stupidest within the empire, and even the imperial guards will insult him, such a large, stubborn, and corrupt bureaucracy is still the current empire that coordinates and supplies hundreds of millions of imperial guards. the only existence.

Relying on the resources generated by the Imperial World alone can definitely supply legions one by one, but the Imperial World does not have such a strong transportation capacity as the Military Affairs Department. But blood vessels are blood vessels, and a person cannot live without blood vessels, just like an empire cannot live without the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The Imperial Guard are rootless now, and they will have nothing until the warp storm dies down.

But those messy thoughts were quickly interrupted by the humming of engines, and dozens of Mechanicum transport planes came here, asking the Imperial Guard to open their warehouses.

"Here we come, the goods I ordered." Alan Bayer immediately turned on the communicator. "Open the warehouse, let those oil guys come in, don't let them fumble around, and then bring those hoes and things I prepared, and those dark age guns without bullets."

Alan Bayer tidied up his military uniform. During this period of time, he was indeed a little slack, and even looked sloppy, but those oil guys probably wouldn't care.

He walked into the warehouse where the transport ship landed. The only regiment of Skadi only provided a small box for the Mechanicus, and the Mechanicus needed a war engine made of fine iron that had spent years in this forge world.

Seeing such a "fair" deal, Alan Bayer felt a little proud.

Technopoly, boy.

But on the other hand, dark age technology is almost priceless in the eyes of those oil guys, so it's not clear who made the money...

When the ancient human relic was pushed over by the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment, the Mechanicists showed incredible expressions. When they were never sure, they realized that the mortal troops in front of them really put the equipment that could be used as holy relics in ordinary containers. Put together, the mechanical priest made a rather fluctuating sound.

"Zhong... Zhongzhong Lieutenant Colonel, are you sure? We don't need cushions, reinforced glass, and related prayers or a strong enough stasis position or something?"

Alan Baier looked at the box of "trash" and replied. "Forget it, it's nothing. If you want it next time, I'll find a place to get some."

With the translation of the shooting assistance system and the Alan Bayer in the untouchable mode, there is basically no place in the universe except the subspace and the lairs of the major races. He can dig as long as it is human heritage, so naturally he looks down on those " Rubbish".

But for the Mechanicus, those weapons and equipment are treasures that require countless sacrifices and battles from the Protectors. The priest feels the number of emotional fluctuations today. The sum of the times in decades is more.

"You... you are satisfied..." He held back his collapse, even though his servo skull kept emphasizing his emotional instability, after he managed to stabilize his emotions, he called dozens of highly modified elite cataracts to go Take those treasures away.

But courteous reciprocity, he spoke. "Lieutenant Colonel, the Void War is over. General Marcato, the commander-in-chief of Steel Gate and Gundwald's western theater, has saved this universe."

"But the war is not over. The relevant report has already been delivered to your tactical tablet. According to my records for you, you don't usually have the habit of checking them. I would like to remind you."

Alan Baier scratched his head. "Finished? So fast?" He didn't carry a tactical tablet at all, and it could even be said that he only used it when receiving layers from battleships.

He was indeed a bit incompetent as a commander, but...he looked at the staff. "Consultant, why didn't you tell me?"

The staff officer replied. "The Ministry of Military Affairs manual requires imperial officers to check the sacred tablet at least once a day to update strategic information. I think an excellent commander like you can definitely do it."

Alan Baier frowned, good at speaking, first turned the responsibility into an obligation, then pushed the question back to his face, and praised him again.

"Okay...let's go back and talk about this matter."

The staff officer watched Alan Baier turn his head back, and immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers, and the Mechanician also answered at this moment. "In addition to the standard required supplies, we have additional gifts."

He activated his mechanical neurons, electromagnetic waves or something filled the air, and hundreds of machine servants opened up a huge transport ship with all their strength, revealing their ferocious fangs and suppressed aura.

She currently has no driver, and can only be pushed forward by the full force of the servants. Its huge body is about 2-3 times the standard shape of Lemanus, and its huge body can launch accelerated secondary rockets. The gun barrel appeared as black as a void.

It is something that the commander of the Imperial Guard and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard will be crazy about. The jet-black paint job and scorpion-like marks are listed on it, and the tiny bullet marks and damage on the track represent its age and traces of war. .

But no one would dislike her as a second-hand product, and only second-hand products would be even greater.

Alan Baier swallowed. "Emperor, old man, is this a platform, Poison Blade?"

The Emperor's Bane and its innumerable variants are one of the oldest Imperial tank designs still in service.

It has some dark tech era standard templating techniques that exist only on its own architecture.

And these stc technologies are limited to more than a dozen forge worlds, and the most important Emperor Shiv is still produced by Mars.

It is said that in the past, the Emperor's Poison Blade served under the emperor's command in the form of a whole division. It is extremely lucky for an imperial guard to have a three-vehicle company, but most of the time there is only one.

Because the Emperor's Poison Blade is extremely in short supply, this is because it has both powerful destructive power and tenacious survivability, and at the same time, such a steel behemoth can inspire high morale in the troops.

Many "fake and shoddy" giant tanks with thick hulls and cannons will also be used as Shivers to boost morale.

But the original Poison Blade has a better engine, better heat dissipation, better main gun and its powerful power, and the farewell method is also very simple. Alan Baier quickly walked behind her, climbed into the cockpit, Look at the characters engraved next to the driver's seat.

"Forge World, Mars, Vehicle Name, dr. 2457716. Cursed Blade.

Once crew member, captain, Jayne Kotaine, lieutenant, Bannick... experienced..."

Alan Baier's head was buzzing, this is a real job, he immediately climbed out of the inside of the Poison Blade, and asked the priest of Mechanicus again. "Why did you give me such a... big gift?"

The mechanical priest replied. "She once collided with the heretic's flesh and blood engine during a service. After the violent explosion, she produced irreversible psychic interference and could hardly function normally. Although her machine soul was still loyal, it was blocked by the heretics. pipeline."

"Even Martian's mechanical priests, tech sages, and even space warrior tech sergeants can't erase her curse with physical replacement, and the wizards even commented that no one can undo her witchcraft."

"But after a period of time, a master servant gave her the only answer and brought her to this casting world. When this world faces suffering, her soul will be liberated."

"But as you can see, she has been docked here for 400 years, and those crew members have long since turned into dust. Even Mars has almost forgotten her existence."

Alan Baier looked at the mechanical priest. "You think I can help her?"

The mechanical priest replied. "No, she will help you."

Although Alan Bayer knew that most people in the empire regarded the technology of the Mechanicus as witchcraft, he knew that the Mechanicus was not proficient in psionic energy.

"Do you believe in those prophecies?"

the priest replied. "Because I can't save her, it's the same as putting it there."

Alan Baier replied. "Really pragmatic." He patted the body of the Emperor's Poison Blade. "Thank you for your maintenance, I will start her."

There is no hope for the mechanical priest. "I hope so…"

When the transport plane slowly left, the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment and the 113th regiment of Fraxita also filed in to touch and feel the machines of the empire's honor, but no one dared to approach the Imperial Baneblade, they only dared to stay away Watching from a distance.

Except for one, the ensign yelled, pointing at the Baneblade. "Boss, you really made a big baby, open it for me!"

Alan Baier immediately grabbed the idiot. "If you dare to touch her, I will let you clean the toilet for the second half of the year!"

The second lieutenant immediately stopped, looking resentfully at the beautiful Poison Blade, and the constant laughter of the other soldiers.

Until Alan Baier suddenly saw the captain of the 113th Regiment of Flaxita staring at Shivren intently.

What was the name of her former regiment leader, Jayne... Alan Bair called out. "Captain! Captain Kellys Arkady! What was the name of your former regiment commander?!"

replied the captain. "His name is Jayne Nocett, sir!"

same surname?Alan Baier thought for a while, this machine is a curse that started 400 years ago, and the 113th regiment of Phraxia was... 300 years ago, and Mr. Jayne Nocturne has lived through the entire 300 years because of mechanical life extension year, that is to say...

Could he be a descendant of the captain of this crew?Although Alan Bair doesn't believe in fate, he said. "Go ahead, Captain, I trust you more than the idiot Second Lieutenant."

The captain immediately waved his hand. "I...I can't, I haven't driven it, I've only driven a hammerhead shark..."

She has been fortunate enough to become a regular army from the legacy of the empire, not to mention driving a Poison Blade and becoming her commander?

Alan Baier said. "I believe that only a soldier like you can control her machine soul."

The captain continued to shake her head until she was pushed by her own teammate. "Go, Captain, our commander."

"We'll support you forever."

The captain only made up his mind at this moment, she walked into the cockpit, and led the best soldiers of the 113th Fraxita Regiment, but it was useless for them to press the engine, and there was only a low sound of the driving piston.

The fuel has been filled up, sure enough?When the captain was disheartened, the former commander's dog tag hanging on her chest suddenly fell off and landed on the record next to the driver's seat.

【Jain Nocte】【Jain Kotaine】The two names were like a razor on the captain's heart, she wasn't sure, but...

"Follow me, ma'am, I am the heir to Major Jayne Noct, I am the Imperial Guard, I am the Hammer of the Empire, if you can still hear me, then don't sleep!"

She pressed the lever again, the piston, but still, quiet, disgustingly quiet, when she sighed and was about to give up, and let go, the Poison Blade buzzed.

At this moment, after 400 years, the Sleeping Beauty lady is moving again under the spiritual inheritance of countless generations of human beings. The Emperor's Poison Blade slowly moved forward, and the whole garage screamed, and the huge monster drove directly. Entering the training ground, it attracted the surprise of most of the imperial guards, as well as the priest on the transport plane, looking down at the camp, so surprised that the expression on his face was twisted.

he shouted. "The prophecy, is it true?!"

At this moment, an oil guy has a little doubt about materialism...

　Lieutenant, you tm stay away!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)