Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 143 Icarus' Works Relic Upgrade, Gravity Accessories
After the joy brought by the shooting, Alan Bayer saw that the thing in his hand had become scrap iron, and the core crystal on it became dim after being energized.

"Defective product..." He looked at the formidable-looking experimental product like this, and it was not difficult to understand why such a weapon was not locked in the reliquary.

It's just a toy that poorly imitates the creations of the Dark Ages. It's valuable, but it's not very effective in actual combat. Thinking about it, Alan Bayer may have wiped out a lot of manpower and material resources of the empire just now.

"Sins, the empire forgives me."

But no matter how pious his mouth was, he did not hesitate to throw the tattered gun aside. In this dark end of the 40th millennium, although belief is important, pragmatism is also popular.

In the days of non-stop wars, those who hesitate and those who are not loyal will all die in the cruel dark void, and Alan Bayer is obviously not one of them.

At this moment, the secret room of the Mechanicum was dimly illuminated by the light revealed by the database. He could only rely on the dim light to find out how many treasures were in this huge secret room, which was about as large as a stadium.

Smoke and debris, machine servants can't set foot in such a sacred place, and oil guys don't like housework. The feeling of exploring here is a bit like touching the green hide lair. At this moment, Alan Bayer can't help but think of the captain's evaluation.

"As long as they wear the same robes, I can't tell the difference between a tech sage and an orc tech master."

He lifted the dusty cloth, and the sprites danced in the air like elves, taking his breath away, smelling of motor oil or something, but probably not a good thing.

"Damn it, what the hell is this!" Even though Alan Bayer was well-informed, the container covered under the dusty rag shocked him, twisted and mutated into body and flesh and blood, and many more Most of it was mechanically transformed, bound by complicated circuits and machines. Its twisted flesh and blood immediately activated when it encountered light, stretching out tentacles... to wipe the ground?
"A subspace entity? A machine servant?" Alan Bayer looked at the name given to it by the author on the container, and the words written in High Gothic.

[Cleaning machine servant, won the [-]th time in the Holy Secret Hall, the champion of the Gene Sage Grand Prix. 】

"Disgusting..." Alan Bayer took out his gun and smashed this twisted thing with one shot. Obviously, this is the garbage production place of the oil guy, and the things here have no practical significance and mass production capacity.

Moreover, this forge world can only make sentry mechs or hydra tanks at most. The technology also limits the abilities of mechanical sages. As a result, the works here are not so different from the legendary sage Kaul in power. It can be said that it is the difference between Minke and Guoyuan.

The flesh and mechanical parts of the subspace body sprinkled Alan Baier's cheeks, and the monkey-sized thing collapsed with so much material after it was melted. It would be good if it could be used for war, but it probably is uncontrollable. It seems It's not like something that can be taken into warp travel.

God knows if it will "call friends" or something.

Then such "displays" and "honorary works" are more obvious in this place. This is the junction of the Pangea sub-sector and the Gundwa sub-sector. independent.

It is obvious that the thirst for knowledge has led the oil guys to make so many plans. If the court comes, it is enough to burn the oil guys here a few times, but the irony is that the oil guys here are probably in high positions. Not even the flames of the Inquisitors could burn into Mars, making their experiments here all the more secure.

Then Alan Bayer is even more confident in opening the treasure chest at this moment. Since you are engaged in gray research, then I will also open your ancestral grave, no problem, right?Half a catty.

But the Mechanician had tm thousands of stupid matches, which made his techniques gradually become more and more rough. The gold and silk championship cloths were basically torn off, and they didn't clean up, it was all dust!

What kind of alloy transparent bulletproof glass, the destruction position can be opened with a single knife!
But the things inside are all kinds of rubbish, highlighting an unbelievable one, some of which even Alan Baier can't understand, so he can only guess at the name.

The Adeptus Mechanicum's strict secrecy about its knowledge made those things completely without instructions. After a twisted and strange device exploded and sputtered plasma energized his personal void shield, Alan Baier realized.

It's useless to dig through the trash here!
Because of the strictly confidential stc of the Mechanicus, you can't hope that a group of "Minist Science Masters" can use what they have to make better ones, not to mention the Hydra tanks and sentries, which are all made of the wisdom of the governor. The sages gathered here The level of workers is probably equivalent to that of a construction site foreman.

That is to say, in terms of civilian business such as being in charge of construction sites, farming, and genetically modifying plants, the competition here is equivalent to those logistics personnel satisfying their dreams of great sages.

Although there are a lot of materials here, the real black technology is probably found in the governor's room.

Although this is the base of the Skitarii, the production and control of the Skitarii actually belong to Mars, and a Martian sage has direct authority to bypass this group of civilians and command those soldiers.

"Why are you so poor!" Alan Bayer frowned, but when he lifted the next curtain disheartened, the world always surprised him.

[Icarus made the anti-machine soul virus bomb, won the 2354th casting competition champion of the Holy Secret Hall, the champion of the genetic modification competition, and the champion of the minion agreement production competition. 】

"This kid is not just a heretic, no wonder it's so difficult to deal with." Alan Baier looked at this famous brand that put his name on his work. The Mechanicus is a pragmatist, so such behavior is actually very difficult. Make people understand.

As for the jet-black bomb wrapped in bulletproof crystals, its streamlined arc and jet-black shape revealed the designer's middle school, which was incompatible with the simple war style of the Empire.

And Alan Bayer didn't find the lead after searching for a long time, but it may be that Icarus is really a genius, and he is eclectic. He wrote dense instructions on the product in ancient languages.

It is probably not something that is ignited by flames, but something that is activated by an electromagnetic pulse of a specific frequency, and then goes to hack into the enemy's interior and disturb the machine soul.

And this frequency is not limited to any large-scale machinery, so don't press the raised button on the bomb inside your battleship or machinery, otherwise the machine soul virus will give you a special surprise.

"This kid has some ideas. If I met him before he had those heresy behaviors, maybe we would become friends." Alan Baier was a little disappointed. This kid is a talent. Things, it must be agreed by the trial court after reading it.

But life is destined to not only have good things. Those who used to be friends will also become enemies, and those who were once enemies will also become friends. There will always be only a matter of position.

Although the things made by the people he killed are a bit shabby, but Alan is a pragmatist, and he wants to live.

Moreover, this room is still very large, and there are still constant surprises. When Alan Bayer stepped into the inner hall, he quickly realized that the rifle that surprised him before was not a civilian thing. Obviously, it had a prototype.

And the place where the prototype is stored is the inner hall, a magnificent place full of gears and symbols of Mechanicus, with an ancient slogan on it, which reads [One day clears, the light of all machines shines. 】

Alan Baier had to frown. Before he couldn't understand it, this place was absolutely sacred and great. The huge buildings, golden gates, the greatness of machinery and the productivity of the empire were vividly displayed here. Full, like a club in a mysterious place.

Those ancient words that mortals can't understand bring countless romance and mystery to this place, even for Mechanicus, only study and hard work can get the meaning of those words, but for Alan Bayer...

Hmm... There is no sense of mystery, and his head is full of those oil guys who are working hard to scrub the gate here.

Entering the inner sanctum is naturally a popular puzzle. The Mechanicus is full of admiration for knowledgeable people, so they didn't design any messy obstacles. Those who can gain wisdom at the end of this dark No. 40 millennium should have witnessed the inner hall. Temple rewards.

This inner hall occupies almost half of the secret room, and its importance is obvious. The sacred display above contains a thousand puzzles of the Dark Ages. Solving it requires not only knowledge, but also a test of wisdom.

But when the above bytes appear, with the help of a translator, this dark age colonization aid actually has a built-in text encyclopedia to reduce the language problems between colonization and native intelligent creatures.

That's right, compared with shooting assistance, this device actually pays more attention to the communication and construction with local aliens. On the contrary, the shooting system is attached, and it is more of a last resort.

Suddenly thinking that he was holding Google Translate or something as a baby, Alan Baier felt sore...

"God Emperor, if you can really hear me, give me the entire military-level dark age technology! I'm not a militia!"

Pray, put on the standard posture of the empire's state religion, and silently recite the relevant Starfield Army field prayers?Alan Bayer only has this sentence, whether the emperor likes to do it or not, he is not begging for food!
Enter the password, the puzzle is solved, the golden skull on the golden gate is shining, and the skeleton of loyalty has a faint fluorescent light, welcoming the patronage of visitors.

The gears turned, the pistons roared, under the data of the God of Myriad Opportunities, the cold and holy light of the inner temple shone on Alan Bayer's face, and the uniforms of the Imperial Guard officers were tinged with a chill, which is something that life or living things should not A place where such a body made of gold may enjoy peace and death.

The statue of Om Messiah, the size of a pillar, stands in the hall. His holy eyes seem to be looking at his offspring, and he may also be curious about why the flesh and blood came here.

Alan Baier gave him the Eagle Salute. Unlike the clutter and dust outside, the place was clean and filled with the atmosphere of the Imperial Church. As a resident of the Empire and the Imperial Guard, he involuntarily slowed down. Shoes with dust, tread the dust and grime of mortal representatives on the golden floor of this place made of pure gold.

But the row of footprints made this cold and lifeless place warmer out of thin air. In the middle of the huge hall and the statue of Om Messiah, it is driven by a whole crystallization crystal and crystallization power generation equipment. The relic cabinet, the crystallization of the wisdom of the empire, where the things that store stc or holy relics stand.

"My Emperor." Alan Bayer walked forward quickly, the countless messy lines and the shining skull represented who its author was, a sage of the empire.

It's unexpected, but this is a place that even Icarus can't set foot here. Only the real core of the Mechanicum, such as the founding governor, can set foot here, or the sage of Mars, Alan Bayer, as a mortal, flesh and blood, walks here, In this empire, it is almost impossible to completely monopolize knowledge.

But fate led him here, as if with traction, if someone really needed him to get the relics here, then that person could only be the Emperor.

But Alan Bayer still doesn't believe in fate. As an officer of the Imperial Guard, he can only believe in himself. Whether it is a land ravaged by the power of destruction, or when heresy and aliens are rampant, the emperor will not come in person, cannot come in person, only he can replace the emperor. The emperor enforces his will.

He's the Hammer of the Empire, the Shield of the Empire, and the true nightmare of the xenomorphs, and if there's anyone in this world who's better at getting the relics here than he is, it's probably only the Primarchs.

Alan Baier stretched out his hand and fiddled with the complicated circuit, but he didn't feel any resistance. The golden cabinet storing the relics was opened naturally, and the ancient air stored in it drifted away with corruption, like in an ancient library. the taste of.

The silver relic, about the thickness of a finger, is small but makes Alan Bayer feel...familiar.

He's used the Relic pistol countless times, and even though he's been taking good care of it, he still notices that there's a slot on his gun that holds something, where he'd usually order a bag of coffee.

Well, Alan Bayer suddenly felt that he was not killed by the machine soul because of the high technological quality of the Dark Ages.

He took out the relic, put it into his pistol almost without thinking, and then the shooting core of the relic gun suddenly showed loading, and then he got the gravitational shooting mode.

Gravity can tear apart many heavy armor units or small clusters, and even pull heavy armor at a speed that is like a tiger with wings added to him.

But at the moment Alan Baier only thought about it, unfortunately there will be no place to put coffee in the future, the tactical belt can only hold 12 packs at most, and there will be no place to put bullets if there are more, and this plug-in port can hold an additional 3 packs, allowing him to have more coffee on the front line. Stick to it for a day.

After all, Alan Bayer is never sure when he will suddenly run out of supplies, and he is afraid of poverty.

(End of this chapter)