Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 138 People who are close to the sun, lunatics are also geniuses

The sailors' bark songs that the captain found somewhere unknown were playing on the Bouldero. Those ancient and simple monotonous melodies beat Alan Byer's head, turning his thoughts into a mess of excrement.

"Hey, Captain, I will need to fluctuate with the alien later, and at the same time go to pierce the ceiling of others. This is a very serious matter. Stop your boat song."

the captain asked suddenly. "How do you know this is a boat song, I actually don't understand this song."

Alan Baier was belatedly aware that he had a translator, but he answered calmly. "Aren't you listening to boat songs when you sail?"

The captain nodded. "It's not bad, but since our hero has asked for it, do you have any favorite music?"

Alan Bayer thought about the current artistic level of the empire, probably everything sounds like a military song, and he shook his head immediately. "Clear me, so the roar of pistons and the eerie whisper of the void sounds like the prelude to battle."

The captain nodded. "It's true, Lieutenant Colonel, you have great taste. There is never peace in war, but those orcs shouldn't need you to spend so much effort?"

"There are a lot of them, but the equipment and supplies are the same. Even in the worst case, the death of those Mechanics will not let the Star Militia Army lose the battle with the heretics in the short term. It seems that something is bothering you. "

Alan Baier looked at the empty bridge, he put away his tactical tablet, and nodded. "The staff is still doing propaganda and agitation. Skadi's soldiers know everything they need to do, and I have let the staff preach that the Mechanicus following us is a heresy."

said the captain. "What's the matter, that Mechanician is just a little poor in my opinion."

Alan Baier replied. "If you call the entire four mechanical arms, the evil transformation man with a big slash and a big chug called the ordinary Mechanicus, then is there no difference between the green leather mechanic and the technical sage?"

The captain shook his head. "Don't they have different skins?"

Alan Baier said with a joke. "Then is he wearing a red robe equivalent to a technical sage?"

The captain showed a distressed expression. "That's true, it's a bit difficult to distinguish!"

After talking, the two laughed, Alan Baier said. "You've got a growing sense of humor, Captain."

the captain replied. "No way, it's really not a bad day to march with your kid, but is the Mechanicus really a heretic?"

Alan Baier nodded. "It's normal that you can't tell the Mechanics, but I can feel that the cog boy is not a good person."

The captain looked at the boundless void and the spears of light protruding from his ship. "We can kill him now, burn the spear and leave no dust."

Alan Bair said. "I want to borrow a knife to kill people. It is obviously better to let the orcs kill this heresy. I don't want to be investigated by the trial court. Don't forget, we still need to think about it, instead of killing an enemy of the empire today and killing another tomorrow. "

"If you want to spend your old age in peace, you must choose your own cleansing like vegetables, otherwise the life waiting for us will not be easy. The merits are great."

The captain nodded silently. He couldn't refute that such a situation existed within the empire. Although he was born as a nobleman and was not afraid of it, the young officer in front of him had a really unstable "foundation".

At the end of this dark No. 40th millennium, human beings are still social creatures, and relationships and backgrounds are still important. The empire will never lack tragedies where heroes suddenly disappear. Alan Bayer must always be careful not to leave any clues, although he Diligently fighting for the empire, but his use of dark age technology and alien weapons is not clean.

Now he is still in the Imperial Guard, of course he can feel a little bit better, but when he wants to retire, he can go to every academy as an officer instructor or enjoy the life of a farmer in the agricultural world, maybe become a nobleman and enjoy the life of being a master , he must be as clean as possible and not offend others.

Taigang is easy to break, and sometimes the blade needs to reduce its strength to become a legendary sword through the ages, otherwise it is just a demon sword that hurts people and oneself. He does not want Skadi's name to be plastered by the state religion or high lords in the future empire The object, at least not within the time he can predict.

He never speaks out, and he will not offend others. The Imperial Guards respect him, the Governor of the Planet fears his power, and the Mechanicus is greedy for his treasures. Maybe a hundred years later, if he still does not die in the war, he may become a A high lord, of course he is not interested.

The average lifespan of high lords is 600. Given the average lifespan of [-] years for high-ranking people in the empire, they are quite "short-lived". The countless pressures generated, the data.

Compared with being in a high position, Alan Baier felt that that kind of responsibility was torture. The people who stepped into it were elites selected by the major forces, and they were also heroes who accepted torture in exchange for benefits.

With a lot of thoughts, Alan Bayer made up his mind to get rid of that stupid Icarus without anyone knowing about it. Although he didn't know why he fell and why he imitated the orcs, Alan Bayer only knew that his heresy Should burn in flames.

Out of the window of the battleship, the steel gate transformed by an alien shape appeared in front of it. As a huge asteroid spanning hundreds of kilometers, it became bigger and bigger in the field of vision. Now its appearance has been greatly changed, with gears and statues, the empire's The skeleton or the big clock was replaced with the big face of the second brother Mao, the gears were turned into fangs, and several ferocious imitation imperial warships stood outside the void, showing their sharpness.

And now that fate is beating, Icarus will definitely not be caught without a fight, he will not die, but this encounter will make him reborn, he knows that Icarus will get wings before Milotaurs' labyrinth.

He knew very well that he couldn't die in Skadi's only regiment. He relied on his own knowledge to enter the monitoring system here early in the first half of the trip. He couldn't destroy the entire battleship system, but he could confuse her machine soul.

Under the slight manipulation of the chaotic virus code, the picture in the monitoring room of the Bordeaux became strange, and then turned into the meditation of the mechanical priest in an instant, the kind of motionless.

And Icarus calmly adjusted his body, those distorted gears turned, and his desire for knowledge made him prepare to transform his brain frantically.

That's right, he transformed his own brain. If you look at it this way, you still have to wonder if he is really alive. He set up his own robotic arm with advance protocols and procedures, and only simulated once to transform his brain from The crazy surgery started as soon as the head was moved to his abdomen.

His abdomen is not a weak place of human flesh and blood, but a terrifying defensive machine made of fine gold and pottery steel, and he also has a small void shield, which ensures that his personal defense is enough to reach the Astartes level, but the only problem Even his head is still not 100% mechanized, and his soul cannot be turned into real data.

But before this Icarus sees his wings, he will not agree to die, even if he transforms himself, this kind of dark will is nothing more than that, even a technical sage cannot guarantee such a crazy operation Successfully, this lunatic actually used the simple program designed by the rough automatic arm plus the robotic arm just made during this time.

When those chainsaws pried his head open, Icarus had already shut down his body ability. This crazy lunatic didn't hesitate at all, just to get a glimmer of life under the hands of Skadi's only regiment. hesitate.

This is the danger of heresy, mobility, madness, although most of the heresy's behavior is just self-destructive behavior, but it can't stand up to many people and the gods will really bestow such stupid things.

Blood wets the ground, the loyal ground made of fine gold, those crazy flowers and engine oil carry human blood, it is hard to imagine how those messy things merge together, all the technologies mastered by the Mechanicus are used as sharp blades to transform human beings, swaying over his body.

The mindless Icarus knelt on the ground like a martyr, with only four robotic arms provoking his blood vessels and muscles, pipelines or fuel lines according to the program.

At this moment, as long as the Bordello suddenly accelerates or decreases, or the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment check the room, the heretic will die, or the program will go wrong, or the mechanical arm will malfunction. He is not walking a tightrope at all, but committing suicide.

But the gods of Chaos, the power of destruction has already destined this bastard to be the spokesperson of their will. Compared with death, they need this mortal to continue their arrogant life and recognize themselves as the God of Om Messiah.

Chance, luck, time, when Icarus wakes up again, he can feel that his body is still natural, he is alive, not a soul or somewhere in the non-physical world, even if his brain is at its weakest He also survived exposure to the air and being operated by precariously uncontrolled robotic arms.

The rest of his life did not make this bastard feel scared. He was limp on the ground, his red robe was stained with blood and engine oil, his mind was full of pride in himself, and he still had the feeling of dying outside.

According to Alan Bayer, the child's head was burnt out, and there is no way to save him. An extermination order is recommended.

But Icarus can only feel that he has succeeded in deceiving the world. He is the one chosen by the God of Myriad Opportunities. He is at the same level as Ohm Misai. Come again, and the wisdom of the orcs is indispensable.

His arrogance had put himself in the same position as the Emperor, stupid, stupid.

Those who played with the heretics were bound to pay the price, but those damned things would take a greater toll on humanity before they died.

When the battleship docked, Icarus walked out of the room without any scruples. His high-spirited spirit made the malicious eyes of the only member of Skadi who just got the news that he was a heretic became strange. In his eyes, those emotions were envy, envy He is a powerful Mechanicus member.

In the eyes of Alan Baier, this guy seems to have taken the wrong medicine. Obviously, he is going to the execution ground. The path designed by Er in advance threw him inside the orc's lair, pretending to be an accident.

Even for the melta bullet that executed him, Alan Bayer made a fake bill and changed it to be stolen by local thugs and flowed into the local black market, promising that the mechanical priest's death would be unknown.

And Icarus was also ready. He was almost the first to enter the log cabin, because he knew very well that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. If the Imperial Guard wants to put him to death, he must first die and then live.

For the target's actions that cooperated so much, Alan Bayer was also willing to sit beside him, and without any scruples, he used his relic pistol to hold the bastard's head in front of him.

"Heretics, aren't you afraid?"

Icarus replied. "Why should I be afraid, when you want my physical form to disappear, something is destined to happen between us, and I am not a heretic, but a true Mechanician."

It may be because the emotional control device was destroyed during the brain transfer operation, he became extremely emotional, and his language became similar to ordinary people. Seeing his arrogance, the kind of arrogance that thinks he can control his own destiny.

Alan Baier looked at him with interest. "You have been reborn. If I had doubts before, you are now a complete heretic."

Icarus cursed. "Imperial Guards, don't put your hat on, Om Messiah, my loyalty can be learned from heaven and earth, and the void proves it." He has never been in better form, but Alan Baier is hamstrung by the still-existing monitor. .

But when Boldro stopped slowly, Alan Baier also realized that they were near their destination. Today's Iron Gate is strictly controlled by the fleet of the Imperial Navy, monopolizing their shipping lanes and escape routes. It has also become a sentry tower, where the actions of heretical red pirates are monitored.

This is the real battle zone, which is very bad and dangerous at the same time, but Poldero is as unimpeded as an officer driving to the barracks. When passing the imperial warship, the command point will echo the greetings of other warships.

Because the Bordello is a hero, the hero who defeated the Ark of Omen, and also a great warship of the empire. Its captain, crew, and the battleship itself are the nemesis of the Ark of Omen!
At this moment, Poldero came to the top of the Iron Gate, and Alan Baier and the soldiers began to wear jumping uniforms. This was the trial of the heresy Icarus and the beginning of their rescue operation. There are many things they need to find a way to accomplish before they are exhausted.

With no food, water, and only their own weapons, ammunition, and a half-day supply of oxygen tubes, the heroes don't feel that they will never return, because they have dealt with even more terrifying enemies!

(End of this chapter)