Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 142 Opening a Treasure Box Secret Base in Mechanics' Hometown?

Among the adamantine and ceramic steel, among the garbage and rot, the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment rummaged through things, things that were still useful to the empire, things that might be useful, those restless machine souls.

Greenskin carcasses, spores, or other filthy things, they rummaged expressionlessly in gloves, because anything of value in it would bring a lot of value.

But the electromagnetic guns and automatic guns used by the machine servants are not worth much. To be precise, they are worth less than the imperial guards that the empire fully supplies.

But Skadi soldiers will not hate this kind of work. They rarely escape from blood and killing, and wake up humanity in such tedious labor. They are born in the hive capital. They have been doing such things since childhood, as if People in the agricultural world are dealing with untold amounts of corrosive fertilizers in general.

Steel, scrap iron, death, and cold are commonplace for the Skadi people. When they cleaned up those things, Lieutenant General Marcato had been waiting for a long time on the colony that had landed, holding the badge of triumph.

It can’t be blamed on Mr. Marcato’s delay in the information. Just a few thousand kilometers in the huge void can cause a significant delay in the electrical signal of the Imperial Guard. When Marcato stood holding the badge for a whole morning, he only got the AI. Lambert's newsletter.

"Boss, there are wounded in our regiment, we should stay here for a while, you can rest first."

Marcato frowned slightly as he listened to the content of the radio. "Adjutant, have you received an application for medical supplies?"

The adjutant shook his head. "No, not all this time."

Marcato replied. "That kid is poor and scared, how could he not apply, obviously there are no wounded, what good thing does he want to do!"

Marcato has cultivated Alan Bayer a lot, and he is naturally aware of his scheming and small personality. He put down his badge and turned on the communicator.

"This is the Colony. I'm Lieutenant General Marcato. I'm calling Skadi's only regiment. Is your regiment leader there?"

And the communicator echoed very quickly. In the slang of the Imperial Guard, it felt like thunder and lightning hitting your ears, because the Empire required everyone to pay close attention to communication, and the artillery fire on the battlefield often roared, causing other The sound setting can be louder.

Alan Baier, who was drinking coffee at the moment, watched the black liquid in the bowl swirl, his head just emptied, and the feeling of defeating One-Eyed came out of his head, enjoying the few quiet moments, and waiting for the imperial guards to touch something good.

Until the thunderous sound roared, he stood up subconsciously and conditioned to answer the phone, which also caused the artificial coffee, which was so precious in today's battlefield, to spill out.

The dark liquid spilled a little on the table, staining a corner of the map, and showing the haste of its owner. The dim promethium lamp illuminated the dim room, and the wet liquid dripped onto the ground, but there was a strange pattern on the ground. The arc, subtly invisible, let those things wet into the underground drains.

"Huh? Coffee?" There was a faint voice from the pipe, and the thick green fingers wiped what dripped on his head, but were scolded by One Eye. "Shut up, Iron Tooth!"

said the orc. "I'm not iron-toothed, boss."

One-Eyed answered. "Yes, you are, I understand, now, let's go to the entire transport plane near the star port."

The original one-eyed right hand of the second generation, the colonel, could only be silent. They were restless, rustling, and shuttled through the pipeline of the empire with their huge bodies. Fortunately, this equipment was almost stagnant, otherwise what was waiting for them might be all kinds of polluted water. .

Fortunately, the Mechanicus hardly excretes, and there is no toilet here, but the pollution caused by their experiments may be even more excessive, causing people to mutate or directly corrode skin, flesh, and even bones, and look at the places where the liquid rots under their climbing feet with one eye , and the strange moss glowing on the wall, I couldn't help being a little scared.

But their lurking was not noticed by the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment. They usually met their opponents this time when they drilled pipes.

Alan Bayer hung up the phone at this moment, looking at the stain beside the teacup, he was so distressed that he wanted to take a few sips of the star map, but he considered that he had been running around with this thing for a long time, and it was probably as dirty as the soles of his shoes, so he gave up That stupid idea.

"It's unlucky, I haven't found any good things." Alan Bayer complained, most of the materials in the Mechanicus have been wasted by orcs, weapons or fine iron are the hardest hit, and many Chaos staff members of the Blood Axe The chief even asked the green-skinned soldiers to play with the imperial guards with promethium or crystal cores tied to [-] million jade fragments.

He expressed sympathy for the stupidity of Blood Ax today, but that kind of fighting will and the orc's physical fitness will definitely cause a lot of obstacles to the Imperial Guard. It is not easy for the Skadi to kill them here.

But apart from the fact that the rest of the things are rubbish, Alan Baier still has doubts about the death of One Eye. Maybe he is worrying unfoundedly, but...

Alan looked at the coffee he spilled, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong. If the liquid fell downwards, it should dry up on the ground. Even if the adamantine floor reduces the friction of the coffee, it would only splash a few steps at most.

But this trace definitely has a curvature, so the other side where the coffee liquid slides down means that the building is slightly inclined.

But Alan Bayer quickly realized that something was wrong. He had seen the design of this place. The three asteroids of this Steel Gate were all completely symmetrical. The main star had a church, and the other two were prayer rooms. The other structures were similar. According to the building level of the empire, it is impossible to have a difference in height, even on an asteroid.

Then it means that there is a secret room at a high place, and there is something on the west side of the main star that creates a difference in height here, but that thing is not too big, and the resulting height is faint and invisible.

"Interesting, what is the Mechanicus doing?" Alan Bayer squatted down and poured out another drop from the coffee in his teacup, and the liquid drew a trace diagonally on the ground.

There is no doubt that there is something, but the size of the main star is tens of kilometers, which is almost equivalent to a hive city. How easy is it to find the small "mistake" that affects the whole building?

give up?Alan Baier thought of him conquering this place, fighting the orcs hard, and finally got nothing. It didn't fit his character, and he felt like a white job.

A thief never returns empty-handed, and Skadi does not work in vain. He soon began to think that something was wrong. He wanted to use the thinking of an oil guy to judge where the secret room existed.

If he was a machine oil guy, he would definitely hold an initiation ceremony to limit the number of people and qualifications to enter the secret room. Their belief in the God of Myriad Machines would be divided into many guilds, and this one would naturally be no exception.

Secondly, those who know this matter must be their own people, so the place where the entrance is arranged will be relatively private. For the Mechanicus, the privacy is the place where they store knowledge.

At the same time, it is strictly confidential, no one goes in and out at ordinary times, it must be in the huge database of Mechanicus, although STC they are all strictly kept in their own heads, but the basic knowledge and religious books are still huge, because there is no so-called Internet and storage chips. , the database is a library composed of a large number of cowhide rolls.

"Almost, if I were an engine oil guy, I would definitely do that."

Alan Baier muttered, drank the coffee in his hand, and treated it as leisure after the war. It would be good to play Sherlock Holmes or something, anyway, he would not lose money.

Thoughts come quickly, actions are fast, and no one will wait on the battlefield. Resolute action is basically the standard for Imperial Guard officers. If you want to survive, you have to turn your head and hands together.

Walking through a few rooms, around the twisty locations, moving through the Mechanicum mess and orc-forged artifacts, it wasn't too far to get to the database.

In the end, the place that is extremely sacred to the Mechanicus is displayed in front of the imperial guards. The precious knowledge composed of kraft paper is stored here, but the database is strictly monitored by the security system. Their protection of this place is so high that it is simply Appalling.

The metal gear gate made of fine gold is inlaid with gemstones to provide him with enough energy. The entire gate is wrapped in a stagnation position and reinforced with fine gold. The gemstones provide energy all the time to ensure that this equipment can continue even if no one maintains it. Hundreds of years.

The wall next to it was strictly reinforced, and the special structure made by the Mechanicus made it able to defend against the bombing of battleships, but it also meant that such things were abnormally fake.

Alan Bayer knocked on the wall and smashed it with his own power weapon. There is no doubt that there is no scratch, even if it is a destruction position, it cannot be destroyed, and this material sounds a bit like titanium crystal armor, which has high strength It has the same portability as ceramic steel while having high toughness.

"Titanium material science?" Alan Baier smiled wryly. The oil guys kept saying that aliens were cheap, but the research on those things behind them was non-stop, so it seems that technicians have privileges.

Now he can only stop in front of the gate and look at the damn thing.

He fumbled with the thing, interested, until he found that the wetware and rough display on it had outlined the title in blurred images, and it read.

[God of all machines, the Mechanicus is willing to exchange knowledge with any insightful person, but please be accompanied by members of the Mechanicism who are above the level of technical sages, and translate the ancient text below to represent your wisdom. 】

Complicated dark age fonts are gradually appearing. For the human empire of this era, being able to translate the stories of human beings represents a loose knowledge.

In other words, he must know the prosperity and experience of human beings in the Dark Ages, because words are the carrier of history. If you look at it this way, the topic of Mechanicism is tricky and troublesome.

But Alan Baier wrote down the content smoothly.

[From mediocrity of thought, Omnissian, save us!

From the lies of heretics, circuit, protect us!

From the wrath of the beast, steel, protect us!
From the lure of minced meat, silica, cleanse us!
From the ravages of the Destroyer, soul, shelter us!

From the rotting cage of this creature, Mechgod, set us free!
Omnissia!Omnissia!
Omnissia!Omnissia!
There is no immutable truth in flesh and blood, only decay.

There is no permanent strength in flesh and blood, only weakness.

There is no eternal stability in flesh and blood, only decay.

There is no certainty in flesh and blood, except death.

From the mediocrity of thought, Omnissian, save us!

From the lies of heretics, circuit, protect us!

From the wrath of the beast, steel, protect us!
From the lure of minced meat, silica, cleanse us!
From the ravages of the Destroyer, soul, shelter us!

From the rotting cage of this creature, Mechgod, set us free!
Omnissia!Omnissia!
Omnissiah!Omnissiah! 】

After the monitor hummed, the door gradually opened, and the hidden things of the Mechanicum were gradually unveiled. In the huge data room, countless files contained the wisdom accumulated by the human empire, but Alan Bayer didn't care, he only cared How to kill aliens.

But this place amazes even a "rough guy" like him. Countless servo skulls are automatically flying in the sky, cleaning and adjusting this place all the time. The circular library, which is hundreds of meters in size, can be viewed from one end. There is no end in sight, and the ingenious optical illusion makes your naked eyes judge that the space here is not accurate. It seems that the ocean of knowledge is endless.

There is no open space here, most of the places are filled with tables, chairs, benches, bookshelves, and files, and only the servo skull can move freely in such a place.

Alan Baier breathed in a strong ancient smell, of course, it may be rotten and smelly kraft paper, he walked through those ancient books and wisdom, things that drove countless scholars crazy, and walked to the middle of this large circular library But there is no place for chairs, benches and bookshelves.

This should be the location of the secret room, otherwise it shouldn't be vacant. Such a place is so expensive, but there is an open space of about 10 meters in the middle area?

For aesthetics?Mechanics are all pragmatists!
Alan Bayer took out his relic pistol and adjusted it to the hot melt mode. Although it was quite wicked to do so, he didn't hate it.

"To the Emperor and all his saints, he will forgive me." The mouth hesitated, but the hands moved without hesitation. The hot melt hit the ground violently, melting the fine gold and steel, exposing the ground Those deep secrets.

For Titanium Lord, orcs, unseen plants cultivated by Mechanicum, or brand-new weapons that have been dissected in half, Alan Bayer randomly picked up something that looked comfortable. It was a handle with crystals. Feel the loaded rifle, then fire at the dissected greenskin corpse.

The burst of bullet brought a strong light, and then quickly turned into a gravitational black hole, distorting physics, and the entire orc was crushed into minced meat in less than a second.

"Gravity weapon?" Alan Bayer looked at this thing in surprise. Although there was only one weapon, he accepted it.

And then, it's time to open the treasure chest.

(End of this chapter)