Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 147 The Ambition of the Dimensional Blacksmith Alan Baier Returns

In this hive full of death, those Chaos Space Marines are dragging countless corpses, and those rebellious mortals are using the end-sensing power mechanical arms to "paint" people in bright red, to be precise, slightly On the dark red thing, even though it is already midnight, this kind of work is going on all the time.

It was a rod-shaped object about 4 meters high, covered with thick blood mud, and the blood would oxidize in the air and turn dark red, but this thing was always bright because of its constant "smearing".

Several crystal generators surround it, providing this thing with countless energy, but even so, the resources of the entire hive city are still not enough, and even people who don't understand what it is at all can see its behavior at this moment out of "greed".

Energy and fresh meat are its favorite things, even a well-informed dimensional blacksmith has to look at this heretical creation with worry, he said like brothers and mortals. "Today's work is over, let's rest first." The grille in his throat made his voice hoarse and unpleasant, but for those Chaos traitors, they breathed a sigh of relief, this sentence of rest was like a sound of heaven.

But compared to the small thoughts of his subordinates, the blacksmith Valtex cared more about the monster in front of him, which was quite different from Huron's idea. The chaotic power contained in it was enough to destroy the surface of the world. Although Valtex was still loyal in his heart, he also secretly One thing was decided.

"If Garren was here, he would definitely agree with me."

As one of the Blackheart's confidantes, he still misses the past. He didn't have much idea about whether the enemy was the Empire or Chaos. He was here only because Huron needed him to help Vingar and help him seize this star system .

Now, he still has a lot of judgments of his own. He removed a section of his power whip and stuffed it into this twisted creation composed of subspace and technology. As an insurance, he only needs to activate his weapon when he thinks, This evil creature will be destroyed.

He still doesn't know who is right and who is wrong, but as a dimensional blacksmith, he knows very well that monsters should not be created, at least, monsters that he cannot control must not be created.

"What are you doing? Blacksmith?" Valtex's movements were sluggish for a moment, but he stuffed his stuff into it without hesitation. His voice was ethereal and distorted, and he knew exactly who it was.

"Shut up, Ark of Omens." He is proud of his creed that his soul is on iron, that tools should not resist humans, he is only completing his own design.

"I am your partner, and what are you doing with my new body? Blacksmith? Where is your loyalty and faith?"

Telvax pressed the start button of his own weapon, and the destructive position unfolded on the branch of the core of the Omen Ark's machine soul. Merovingian, at least the existence it called itself Merovingian, let out a sharp scream after a while, facing The scream of the death of one's own soul.

"You! You can't! I am the key to your victory! I am the key to your conquering nightmare!"

Valtex turned off his weapon, and the voice of the Machine Soul became visibly weaker. "You're... destroying...our, union!"

Valtex showed amazing confidence. "You're just a machine, exactly... a machine-spirit wouldn't be so clearly conscious, and you could be, Iron Man, and you're pretending to be a machine-spirit."

"Only the rituals of the Dimensional Blacksmith or the Mechanical Priest can blur the communication machine soul. I know it very well, but I didn't expose you, just for this, you are my thing, AI!"

"You still need so much energy to activate your new body, don't you? You should be able to move? I can feel that your internal structure has been completed. Don't forget, your body was forged by me."

"Work for me, or I will kill you." Dimensional blacksmith is confident, this demon AI is powerful, but no matter how powerful its body is, it will not know the data it has just entered now. Threats know nothing.

"Compared to Vengar, you are a scumbag!" Merovingian cursed, because its duplicate body has taken on quite a lot of its data sources. If it dies, it will have hundreds of years of records disappear. It knows very well that its biggest Its value is the record of the Dark Ages, it cannot bet on this!
And the blacksmith answered. "Submit to me, or die."

Merovingian emotions have been developed during its long lifespan, and its wisdom endowed it with the ability to seek profit and avoid evil, until it met its new owner, and the feeling of being bound crawled back into its body , now it doesn't want to taste it again, but death scares it even more.

Weighing the pros and cons, it has an infinite lifespan, but what is in front of it is nothing but flesh and blood. Even if it can survive for a thousand years or more, it will eventually rot.

"I promise you, my lord."

"I can indeed activate it, but Vingar asked me to enter a more mature state before I can act. He is capturing the energy core of this city, right in that Mechanicist camp."

Merovingian as a tool is just a part of its long life, it does not resist, it is even born because of this, this body has not yet formed, its strength is not enough to resist at present, its flesh and blood is enough, but it is still much worse energy.

And Vartex also understands that raising a tiger will eventually be a problem, but the reason why he and this machine soul are tearing apart is because he can't allow a powerful demigod like a space soldier to be with a damn AI.

He said. "I'll let you into the field,"

He originally had conflicts with Huron's plan to form an alliance with the aliens, so he was dispatched here. It can even be said that Valtex's concept in this regard is actually very old-fashioned. It is consistent with the empire, and human beings are the greatest thing. Warrior is one of the best.

He is so arrogant and acts like this, which is why Huron loves Vingar even more. He can see the potential of the red angel.

Valtex didn't understand this truth. His arrogance is indeed a good thing, but a guy who can use everything around him is more suitable for survival. From this point of view, Alan Baier is actually more appreciated by Huron, even according to Huron's character, he might try to recruit this mighty Imperial officer, should he get the chance...

Huron is different from those things that are high-sighted and low-handed. He is very pragmatic and willing to share. He knows that only by uniting can mankind survive this dark age, but he also knows that the high lords are just bugs. Down is already in jeopardy.

Although he uses the power of chaos, he has never really fallen in love with demons. All he does is to bring the empire back to the golden age of galloping the galaxy. Although it is strange, how should human beings exist in this dark world? People can tell.

Huron is definitely a scum, vicious, and a traitor, but he is also successful, but he doesn't know what human beings need, and even when Alan Baier looks at the freshly brewed coffee in the void, his head can still Imagine what humans need!
"More coffee! Staff, we need more coffee! Look at what I'm drinking, this is just like pot water! The pot water from the Ministry of Military Affairs!"

The staff officer sighed. "I've written No. 30 applications, Captain, but don't you really want to try the Holy Tonic?"

Alan Baier has a rule, that is, he can drink coffee to replace his liver, and absolutely no stimulants. "I refuse, take your things and get out of here."

"If I relied on those things, I'd be wrong in a pinch. Excitement doesn't mean coolness. We often dance on swords. I'll bet on the lives of Skadi soldiers, but I'll try to be as normal as possible. "

His dependence on coffee made him a little crazy. You know, as a good young man who does not drink or smoke, the war has caused him a lot of problems, not to mention the messy injuries on his body. Blinding yet thoroughly researched, he's in a position to enjoy those things, and he doesn't even dare drink coffee.

But he still had to complain about one thing, why the artificial caffeine mixture can also drink the aroma of washing pot water, what is the logistics situation now?
"I can't get through this day..." Alan Bayer fiddled with his new plug-in. He still wanted to try this thing. It must be very enjoyable, but compared to this, he already knew about the invasion of the Red Pirates.

It's somewhat extravagant to use a space soldier to test the gun, and he is also very satisfied with the command of the second lieutenant and captain during the war. He even wonders if he likes the blitz too much?

Maybe it's too much coffee.

He rubbed his temples. "The war really won't stop, although those damn things are nothing more than that, staff, get the transport ships ready."

The staff officer put away his notebook. "Don't apply for supplies?"

Alan Baier replied. "Although the situation on the ground is stable, I have a bad feeling. The last time I felt this way was when we were caught in the subspace fluctuations to reach Moclees Bay."

"Fate is turning, I did a divination once, she said so, I am destined..."

The staff officer interrupted suddenly. "Is the fortune teller dead?"

Alan Bair stuck. "Dead, one of the three psykers we took on the Hulk."

said the staff officer. "She can't even grasp her own destiny, why talk about you, what to do with so many thoughts, when I was in the academy, I only heard about the empire, the emperor, loyalty and teaching, and then the academy disappeared because of the alien invasion."

"I think those so-called fates are illusory, no one can decide, at least I will definitely complete my retirement."

Alan Baier took a sip of "washing pot water". "I hope you can complete your retirement." But the rough words are true, those psykers cannot control their own destiny, and the subspace is also the territory of Chaos power, he can't tell whether it is the emperor's guidance or the Lord of Change Then he can only do the things around him well.

"Okay, let's get on board."

"I'm fed up with this place. There's nothing left. Although the world of Mechanicus is stinky, it still has normal gravity. I'm going to have osteoporosis during this time."

the staff officer asked. "But didn't you say that this is better than the stinky Mechanicus Forge World?"

Alan Baier rolled his eyes. "This is called tactical thinking transformation. To be honest, compared with Gundwa VI, these two places are rubbish."

The staff officer sorted out his special imperial military cap. To describe it, it is probably a big rooster-like crest. It is conspicuous and makes people doubt whether it will be set fire by the enemy. This is why Alan Bayer prefers him. Little green helmet.

Survival is more important.

And the next thing is the familiar atmosphere of the transport plane and the crowded warehouse. As an officer, Alan Byer can actually alone the entire transport plane, but the staff cannot. They must share weal and woe with the soldiers to enjoy their trust, so Alan Byer No, it's not for the staff, but it's a place where he sits alone, with no one around, and it feels a little scary.

The empire doesn't open windows for bulldog-class assault ships, and it feels like a prison when there is no one around.

Fortunately, the Skadi soldiers often maintained their bodies, and there was no abnormal smell, and they didn't dare to squeeze their lieutenant colonel, after all, they had seen how this fierce man opened the green skin's head.

The roar of the transport plane's piston and the gravity of leaving made Alan Baier feel his own movement. He had experienced it several times in these damn days, and each time brought him into a new hell, but he couldn't hate this feeling. Because maybe that day he would be glad that he felt that way.

After all, the retreat probably also uses a transport plane.

When the only regiment of Skadi left, the imperial guard stationed here finally entered a state of slack rest. The high-intensity pull of the war and the rapid stationing almost drained all the energy of the mortals here.

They also lack supplies, and even Skadi is so bad that the elite group enjoys more, and their supplies are even more predictable.

Morale was bad and fatigue continued. The soldier on the console couldn't help covering his head. He thought, Emperor, I'll take a break.

But green arms crawled out of the air vent behind him. They were not demons, but aliens. They didn't come here to punish the imperial guards who didn't work hard, but to take their lives.

Looking at the situation here with one eye, the soldiers are tired, and the war has consumed them a lot, but the air supremacy of the void is still not in their hands.

There are still many boys in the original asteroid base, although they can't form such a huge army, they are still enough for him to use.

He drew his own dagger and slit the throat of the sleeping soldier, leaving him to die in peace. "Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, what a good opponent." After he finished speaking, he brought his few remaining orc bosses and approached the transport plane ahead.

He skillfully used the control panel with his thick fingers to open the isolation compartment. The orcs entered the assault ship, and the spaceship left slowly. It was clear that the difficulties ahead were only just beginning.

The transport plane came to the airspace, and the battleship in the void immediately sent a message.

"Shut down, stop, report your number and mission, rank and target."

One Eye immediately squeezed his throat, took out a dog tag from his pocket, and replied. "Skadi's only regiment, non-commissioned officer Raunner, has delayed the attack due to the orc attack, and requests to leave the port."

Answer directly. "It turns out to be the heroes of the Skadi regiment, please leave!"

One-eyed breathed a sigh of relief, the transport plane flew across the void, but the imperial fleet still didn't know that he had just let the tiger back to the mountain. There is no doubt that One-eyed would become a big obstacle, especially after he awakened.

Now that the power of chaos is increasing at the end of this No.40 millennium, and the aliens are also ready to move, things are getting worse and worse waiting for the imperial guard, if the emperor really complains about us...

　My battered Krieger-style trench phone, or so-called tape on all four corners, yanked it and dropped it on Terra while I was typing on a dog walk today, still in service, but I It's hard to describe why this art style broken screen has the feeling of ink painting.

　　I have to get used to it.

　　I really have to rest today, I am not used to typing with a computer. )
　　The worst luck recently, hahaha ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)