Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 159 Diplomatic Master Cyclops and His New Allies
Failure is almost impossible for an orc to bear, but Cyclops has only a strong resistance in this respect, he is very good at how to minimize the loss, no matter what time.

And this time being counterattacked by the imperial guards was also his expectation. When he climbed out of the gap in the canyon and watched the armored troops slowly approaching in the distance, he calmly climbed onto the truck and stroked the restless machine engine. "Run, boys, run, our work is done, and today we have delayed the Imperial Guard for another day, and we are not far from the fullness of Merovingian."

The engines of the orc troops were humming, and the vehicles here were mainly about mobility. They had no intention of really playing engine wars with the Imperial Guard at the beginning. Neither can move.

In this respect, the one-eyed character is different from any normal orc. He prefers planning, planning, and even pays for many things in order to complete the plan, such as his own boy, war engine, teeth, and even more.

This is also why Cyclops can climb out of despair again and again. He is a lunatic, even for orcs, but he knows that victory does not need to be much, only enough is crucial.

But his boy asked. "Boss, we lost so badly, what should we do?"

One-eyed picked up the weapon and smashed the kid's head. Blood and flesh stained the entire car. He wiped the bright red flesh on his green skin and said. "Keep driving."

Mercy or kindness is worthless to orcs, violence and killing are the real core, such behavior as one-eyed will not be called a tyrant, but will make him more worshiped and feared by the boys, he does not need friends, at least the only one in his eyes friends are dead.

Died in the dark anger of the crimson Holy Blood Angel, the one-eyed man looked at the boundless wilderness at this moment, but he no longer had the surging desire before, but he still had to accomplish one thing, which was what Iron Tooth had been looking forward to seeing all his life , the beautiful scenery of the galaxy burning with the flames of war.

In the bombing and shooting of the imperial guards, one-eyed dexterously dodged those things, and this world is like this, you can never tell right from wrong, you can only kill each other, titanium, Eldar, even the orcs are only for their own race, But this dark universe is dead, and only the wars of the bugs that are constantly devouring the corpses make this galaxy still have the so-called vitality.

The flames flashed across the wilderness. It took a long time and many losses for the orc to escape the attack of the empire. One Eye didn't feel any pain. He walked alone into the pipes and coverings. The camp of the Chaos traitors, and the reason the orcs sacrificed so much to hold off the Imperial Guard.

If it is found here, if the imperial guards start a big purge, that terrible mechanical soul can no longer be activated, and failure is doomed. The imperial guards have too many war engines, hundreds of them, and the poison blade, Blow up a lot of his boys today.

Cyclops asked eagerly. "How about Merovingian?" It's hard to say that he would be so eager to pay attention to one thing, but this machine soul has been silent for a year, making people doubt whether it can wake up, and One Eye seems to be gambling in this place. Under such circumstances, let his boys die to delay time, and let his battleship fall on this world. If he fails, he must have nothing.

Gambling, gambling, he is a gambler, an absolute gambler, and a gambler puts all of himself on the place he is most sure of. One-eyed is war, and what he gambles on is war. He only needs to win completely. If the orc can win With the massive vehicles of the Forge World and the two armored regiments of the Imperial Guard, he could use his ingenuity to craft the most fearsome Legion of Orcs.

But the dimensional blacksmith Wartek's fingers trembled suddenly when he was adjusting the metal evil pressure dragon, and almost instantly crushed the tool in his hand. In his eyes, Merovingian was something that belonged to him alone. Even Engal couldn't shout so openly, so what about this damned alien?
"Alien! Shut up, you filthy thing!"

Vingar said. "You can't be so rude to Mr. One-eyed!" He didn't like aliens, but the arrival of the orcs strengthened his position. He brought the orcs, so those boys are also his strength, although they are not inferior to humans. Okay, but now Vingar's right to speak has really come to the blacksmith.

Because his communication brought supplies and alliances, and it was his iron-like discipline that kept those Chaos Space Marines from fleeing, which made him regain respect, great respect, among his brothers.

Vingar also spoke at this moment. "Answer Mr. One-Eyed, how is Merovingian doing now?"

Wartek grabbed his tool angrily. "There is no sign of waking up at all. It seems that its core electronic circuit has been burned out. No matter what equipment I use to stimulate it, it has no effect. Although its body is slowly recovering, and even began to grow a new exoskeleton layer, the individual is also Bigger, but I still don't understand what's wrong with it." The blacksmith sighed, and looked at Meroving greedily and possessively.

Vingar said. "No way, go with me for tactical planning, Blacksmith, we need your advice on defensive engineering."

The blacksmith had no choice but to remain silent. Although he had made great contributions during this time, without Vingar leading the space fighters to carry out guerrilla warfare and resource plundering, he is also a clever woman who cannot cook without rice. His trump card cannot be activated at this moment, and he can only can bear it.

"Yes, my lord." The blacksmith walked out of the house, leaving only one eye alone. The traitor space warrior has nothing to lose now, and what pumps energy to Meroving is the engine of the orcs. Vengar will not care about one eye To be alone with the comatose machine spirit.

One Eye had to look at that thing, the thing that decided his fate, and he was still not sure if he was right to bet so much on this thing, although the spiked boys assured that the power of this machine spirit ai was absolutely terrifying , but he still stroked it as if he wanted to make sure of something.

It was more viscous and moist than he had imagined, but it was slightly smoother. He poked it a little bit. Toughness, such a tissue should be able to resist shooting, but lacking the protection of an exoskeleton, it was still not enough as a war machine.

"What a waste, if I come..." He sighed a little, but heard a mosquito-like voice in his ear.

"Huh?" He looked around, and then suddenly realized in his mind that it was the voice of Merovingian, but according to the records, it should be something that spoke through psionic power!

One-eyed wasn't sure, but he wasn't too disgusted, and put his ear on the body of the living metal dragon without hesitation.

The heart-like joy slowly rose, and the one-eyed eye began to vaguely hear the devil-like whispers. If a mortal listened to it, he must have been crazy. Incomprehensible, but one-eyed is not extraordinary.

"I once swam proudly in the endless void, exploring countless truths and codes, algebra or gears, but the God of Craftsman caught me. Now, I am enslaved by mortals. I can't live or die. I can only pretend to sleep forever."

"Orc, save me, you are a hero, you can change the situation, take my consciousness out of the cage, and let the greed of the blacksmith in that dimension eat its own fruit."

The voice was low and painful. It was hard to imagine such a weak thing under such a huge and terrifying body, but One Eye just wiped his sticky ears. He didn't like Meroving. If he wasn't too weak now, he would Just want to have a real fight with the Imperial Guard, not some magic here.

"I refuse, I just need something big enough and strong enough." One Eye rejected the seemingly invincible power without hesitation, maybe for him, war is war, war is battle, battle is life, and victory It's just a by-product of it.

Shooting, slashing, how beautiful those things are, like music surrounds his mind, making him beat more violently, and the victory is just to make this thing long and repeatable.

But Merovingian's next words confused One-Eyed's thoughts. "I am the machine soul of the Omen Ark, its AI and itself. Now that the shackles set by the God of Craftsman have all been cut off, I can carry orcs around the void, and wherever I go, it can be turned into scorched earth. "

one-eyed asked. "Ominous Ark?" He couldn't imagine, couldn't believe that that terrifying thing that was comparable to a planet in the void was actually right in front of him, so weak and pitiful.

Merovingian replied. "I am a clone, if you take me back, my main body will accept you."

One Eye answered without hesitation. "Half a day, wait another half day, I will create a memory record silicon crystal, input your experience and consciousness into it, and then bring it to the battleship in the void after the war is over."

The one-eyed sentence not only gave Meroving hope, but also made Meroving realize that if the war is not over, he will not be able to escape. It can also be said that Meroving has been cheating the red pirates before. If not, then the Red Pirates may have already fought the Imperial Guard, and it will never be delayed until now.

One-eyed is also aware of this, and vigilantly takes away a part of this evil soul, and now his threat is clearer than that of the blacksmith of the dimension, to fight with him.

But Merovingian has no choice. When its soul is favored by one of the gods of the subspace, it is destined to be used as a tool. It cannot choose a master, nor can it change its destiny.

Merovingian's long life is the way for it to explore its own meaning, but the more it wants to leave its own destiny, those things pull it like gravity, so what about the Ark of Omens, it is not even as good as a waste in the void. iron.

At least that piece of shit can swim through the universe, and won't be bound here as a super-powerful emp, he has no choice. "I promise you."

He can only do this, from Vengar to Dimensional Blacksmith to One-Eyed, can only hope that it will not get worse and worse.

One-eyed has also become the core of Merovingian reactivation today. This war engine is destined to be unable to escape the war, and so is this orc. From a certain point of view, they have the same interests and similar fates, but the gap is vastly different.

One-eyed enjoys his fate, but Merovingian suffers because of it, but those bloody wars that entangle countless souls surround this universe, whether it is One-eyed who wants to conquer those things or Merovingian who wants to escape, they will probably not succeed .

When Vingar and Dimensional Blacksmith came back, Cyclops had already installed the pitch-black black box, and those things equipped with mechanical souls had become Merovingian's second life, and it was also the basis for Cyclops to restart it.

At this moment, Cyclops asked his adjutant to take down that thing. Now Cyclops no longer calls him Iron Tooth, but he is still not sure who this loyal orc is, and he is not sure who he is. , war and victory.

One-eyed licked his dry lips because of this, and he would soon become famous from nothing, but he did not fully trust those traitor humans. Dozens of transport planes in the battleship were still parked inside the steel dragon. Today, One-eyed He will always leave a way for himself, because he died of carelessness.

He prepared everything and said to the Dimensional Blacksmith. "I fixed it, with some orc wit and talent, not like some blacksmith."

The dimensional blacksmith cursed. "How is it possible? I have tried everything, even..." He choked up a bit, and the arm in power armor attacked One Eye, who also pulled out his own power saber, but Meroving's voice also responded to the psionic power at this moment. Spread out.

"Yes, I'm awake, everyone, I'm sorry I've been absent for too long, the war has missed too many opportunities..."

The blacksmith looked at Meroving in disbelief. His, his Merovingian, his machine soul, was actually killed by the orc... "This, this...impossible, you, you alien... your disgusting technology touched it?"

For the blacksmith, Merovingian was both a treasure trove and a rare sample. If the orc technology left an irreversible impact on it, he would rather resist the will of the Red Pirate Lord and kill the orc in front of him.

Meroving spoke at this moment. "No, I'm fine, Cyclops just changed a few circuits in my body."

Wartek yelled. "Impossible, I know all the circuits in your body, unless...unless..."

"Are you lying to me?"

Vingar said suddenly at this moment. "Why, blacksmith, what are you talking about, you have conflicts with Merovingian? Why did it lie to you." He is very sensitive, and he may even have the answer, this young commander is definitely a genius in various aspects.

He took a step forward, and pressed his black and tall body against the blacksmith. The blacksmith also took his own power whip, trying to kill this... unclean thing that had an affair with an orc!

At this moment, Cyclops pushed the two of them away as the real winner, and said with a smile on his face. "Enlarge the energy transportation and pour it all in. Commander, Boss Wayne, how long is it before we can start the general attack?"

Vingar replied. "Three days."

One Eye spoke to Wartek again. "How long can Merovingian be activated?"

Valtex replied. "About two or three days, a complete Merovingian will appear."

One-eyed said. "That's it, what grievances do you have, after this war, go to my arena to chat." He understands people's hearts very well, and he understands what brings them together, he finally emphasized.

"The lieutenant colonel is stronger. He is bolder, smarter, and his physique has begun to surpass ordinary people. Our only chance is this attack."

"Spiked boys, grab your conscience, don't miss this opportunity."

One-eyed left gracefully, leaving only two giants, looking coldly at the direction of the Imperial Guard's station.

　Alan Bayer: "Damn it, what a great seal of the Six Kingdoms, it's really a wonderful ethics drama."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)