Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 161 The Mechanicum's Fearful Forced Attack
The pictures seen by the skull are too profane, making it unbelievable. After the chaos and twisted mutations and terrifying grotesques, the Skadi people thought that they had completely mastered the most terrifying thing in the universe, and Melo Wen appeared for the first time, and the short, muddy and distorted images made Skadi's soldiers shudder.

"Is that thing a demon or is it?" When someone asked this question, even Alan Bayer, who was well-informed and could face the essence of the world in the subspace, couldn't help but thump in his heart when he saw that thing.

"Call the skull back, and pass the relevant data and information to the Foundry Governor and the Provisional Military Affairs Department. Then tonight, I request a blitzkrieg."

"We don't have many cold-proof clothes. Send the video of the skull to the hive, and ask Mechanicus to provide their macro branches to help us suppress the infantry. Staff, you can do it."

"The 113th Armored Regiment of Phraxia, the [-]st Armored Regiment of Pangea, is preparing to encircle the enemy. During this period, you cannot use a greenskin to leave the monitoring range of the Imperial Guard!"

Alan Baier picked up his water glass, took out the caffeine from his tactical belt, stirred, and shook it, not only to refresh himself and replenish water, but also to signal and prepare for war. "We still have four hours, hurry up, hurry up, don't waste it, don't doubt it."

Cannonballs are loaded, weapons are replenished, food is ready, trench tools or communicators are ready, the Imperial Guard will not hesitate, they are ready for war in the shortest possible time, one time at a time, repeating, with the permission of the Emperor, they will send his The anger spreads far away and sharply.

This isn't the first time the Imperial Guard has done this, can a race really be called justice when the entire group of the race is working hard to kill others?
The gods are enjoying such a universe, but human beings have no other choice. They can only shoot, shoot, shoot, and slash. The moment Alan Bayer picked up the communicator, he made up his mind to ask any The massacres were all carried out under his command.

But he has sent out the invitation of the Mechanicus for a long time, but no sage replied to him for about an hour. Alan Bayer felt that something was wrong, and his communicator directly hit the headquarters of the Mechanicus. When the sound of the grille appeared , the servitor used the most primitive method as an adapter to ensure that the governor would not be disturbed at will.

"My lord, you do not have access."

Alan Baier asked immediately. "Hasn't my governor's hotline been activated yet? Where are the agreed privileges?"

"And I sent out an invitation and a meeting application with a logo format an hour ago. I don't believe you have so many guests in this remote world!" This is also the problem that he doesn't like Mechanicus. Their internal network is very exclusive, and often Saying one thing and doing another, this group of inhumans has indeed done a good job in terms of small belly and chicken intestines, far exceeding the expectations given to them by the emperor.

And he was still dissatisfied with this matter, even if the priest over there emphasized it emotionally. "Sorry, my lord."

He also said with disgust. "I have something important to do. I need to connect with the Governor. I need Hong Zhi's help. I order you in the name of Captain Skadi, Servant."

The machine servant made a strong noise after a short pause. Even though Alan Baier couldn't see what was going on there, he still felt the entanglement of this thing. Although their emotions have been suppressed after becoming machines, their behavior has also changed. Stereotyped and easy to guess, in the final analysis because a large number of neurons and contacts in the brain have been modified.

Whether they are human beings is still a question mark, but the Mechanicus has been cultivating in this world for a long time, and the huge strength accumulated and the macro branch composed of countless machine servants are the best help, and nothing can replace it.

No matter how annoying it is, Alan Bair must obtain permission and help from the governor to increase the success rate. He looked at the terrifying body of the twisted steel dragon in the picture, and he could feel that the monster was not finished, but quickly Well, if the Imperial Guard don't take their chance, they will lose it.

When the poor machine servant dialed the information under the pressure of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard, it was hard to imagine how those messy and short electrical signals just flashed in front of the great sage who cast the governor, but this machine servant Surely at the risk of death, the old voice flashed through the grille, the language showing no will to hide.

"Sorry, guest of the Imperial Guard, I am really tired of research and obsessed with knowledge. Before I express enough apologies for my rashness, please forgive my stupidity, your most loyal servant, hb (abbreviation, Hambo )."

As the saying goes, people are mature, and the guy who was still doing Tai Chi with a machine servant just now said it aboveboard, as if he should be so, but Alan Bayer's call seemed abrupt and ignorant.

"Shut your mechanical mouths and your grids and listen now, your world is under threat and I just gave you the cranial detection footage a standard terra hour ago, but you just arranged A servitor disgusting me?"

"What about your God of Myriad Mechanisms, can you still see that sub-dragon clearly? Twisted heretical creations are tormenting your land, and your servants have failed time and time again. Now I need your power, but you play dumb?"

The old man answered unhurriedly. "Sorry, my research must not be disturbed. This is related to the future of the empire. Any reappearance of ancient technology is a praise to the God of Myriad Machines and a tribute to Om Messiah."

"Use your god to suppress me, right? There is no court of justice here, and there may not be a state religion. Even if our private conversation will be recorded, I still have to ask, do you want to send your Hongzhi?" Alan Bayer was on the verge of breaking out. To ask directly, the empire is not of one mind, how can it be possible to maintain this huge galaxy with the Mechanicus?

Disappointment is one thing, war is another, he still said. "We need to go to war."

The old thing answered. "I've just been able to analyze, the god of all machines and gears, in the algebra and holy oil, I saw the ability of this thing." On the other side, the governor held the previous report of Mechanicus with his third hand Look, there is even a description of the sage who experienced the power of Merovingian directly.

[As terrifying as pitch black, the light of the God of Myriad Machines has disappeared from my eyes, the eternal river of machinery has dried up, and the roar of the big clock is no longer. When I realize this, I dare not fight that existence again, He is the incarnation of Mechanism. 】

"We won't send troops. Every Servant of the Mechanicum is a treasure made with a lot of materials and manpower." He said so, but looked at the picture from Alan Bayer, and the fingers made of alloy brushed the ink. In the image of Lorwen, on the cloudy monitor, he wrote the miraculous High Gothic language on the position of Meroving on the screen.

"That, strange things, according to my calculations, can completely make the servants of the whole world out of control. I can't let the servants take risks until I develop the ability to counter his witchcraft." The governor said so, but his eyes But revealed his admiration for Merovingian.

Alan Bayer was sensitive enough to notice that this guy used the wrong words in Gothic. He, it, she, He had different pronunciations in Gothic, and this sentence He also showed the true thoughts of the Mechanicus, Realizing that the matter was nowhere to be found, he sighed.

"I see, it's really hard work. If you are really studying that kind of thing, instead of praying to heretics, oh... Sorry, my wording is a bit strange. To be precise, I have faith in the emperor." Doubtful."

The governor answered naturally. "Then I will send an application for advanced study to the nearest Mechanicist Bishop World. You don't need to worry about it. Now I recommend that the Imperial Guard also wait passively."

Alan Baier replied with a half-smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I will seize this opportunity. I will never let the alien go, and I will never tolerate heresy." He hung up the communication, disappointed with the Mechanicus, and for the governor, he saw Ommi Seiya, the real thing, not the thing on the throne, the thing in front of him that has its own consciousness and is extremely powerful is the real Om Messiah!
His pupils showed no emotion, his insect-like face twitched slowly, and he looked at the picture of Meroving obsessively, and spoke slowly in an emotionless voice. "Praise, Om Messiah."

And on the front line, where the enemy is almost close, the most dangerous place, the imperial guards, those poor mortals, flesh and blood can't even endure the extreme climate of this world, but they stand in front of the enemies that the Mechanicus dare not touch , The weaker the person, the more obsessed with the external strength, and the stronger the person looks weaker.

Many people in this world don't know how many miracles those iron-like wills and beliefs can bring, and they often despair in the face of extreme destructive forces, and the emperor only depends on the strong, he is not like the gods of chaos "Selfless", he is a selfish person, he only loves his heirs, compatriots, and powerful people who can help the empire.

Many people are willing to degenerate because of their internal weakness. Without the protection of the emperor, even if they are talented and intelligent, even if they are powerful, it is nothing more than that. The emperor will always know who this huge empire needs, like Alan Bair That kind of people.

He stands up. "Attention the whole army, we have no allies, it is cruel, the Mechanicism may have been willing to betray, those things are not human, you also know that we should have prepared, now drive the car, now prepare the weapon, for the emperor Emperor, we will fight to the end."

"Now, turn on Shiv, bring weapons, and wear heavy clothes. We will make a surprise attack after the sun goes down. The petrified lizards are ready to bomb the enemy's base directly. We must be ready so that the firepower is not wasted."

The rumbling of the engines continued, and the restless Imperial machine spirits couldn't wait to get revenge, to get revenge on the damned.

After the sun had set, the petrified lizard had already prepared the gun trenches. With the efforts of the Skadi and Engalore people, wearing thick clothes, they stopped for a while in the long gun trenches dug by hand under the scorching sun. A basilisk.

The wrath of those empires is gaining momentum, and the Poison Blade tanks are approaching with the Lemanus group (with a few railguns mixed in), and the soldiers are moving forward on the Chimera transport vehicle. The strength of the guards is incomparably huge, even the strongest things probably cannot endure such terrifying power.

Alan Baier sat in his salamander commander tank, watching the light from the rising moon shine under the orc bunker, those hatreds and grievances were settled today.

"Fire, take turns, don't cut off the suppression, Baneblade and Lemanus protect the Basilisk troops."

After the order, the terrible war weapons buried in the gun trenches with only the barrels exposed began to roar. When the No. 1 gunner filled the shells, flames and explosions traced the sky, and hit the orc base accurately. The rays of light fell on the ground like stars, and the attacks continued one after another, representing death and violence.

But soon, the light green waaaah stand shield blocked those things. The defensive power of this terrifying orc technology was comparable to the shield used by battleships. The green rays of light displayed the orc base exposed by the bombing like a semicircle wrapping the ground.

The orc rough factory lines and the waaagh signs made of broken wood and metal are full of shivering farts, and many boys are holding tools to repair the holes bombed by the petrified lizards. This camp is not small, relying on those Judging from the area covered by the stand, it is at least a few thousand meters. In order to ensure concealment, only a few top caves have been dug out, and the interior is similar to a man-made mine.

This looks a bit similar to what the orcs in Warhammer in the Middle Ages did, building their own camps and kingdoms underground, and One Eye is the only king of this underground world.

Alan Baier looked at those things with a telescope, and twisted and shaking orc mechs began to crawl out of that hole one after another. He knew those things, was afraid of canned food, and even their appearance instantly evoked countless memories of Alan.

"Attention all, the orc cans are approaching, and they attack their arms first. The joints of those things are not very stable, and they can be shot down with explosive bombs. It's just that they have too many arms, which is a bit troublesome, and then they will give priority to backwards when they are approached."

Alan Baier watched those cans get out of the shield as if they were dizzy and drunk. Whether it was a can of fear or a can of killing, the big and small ones were all painted according to the character of the green-skinned driver. The same only one-eyed symbol of the Cyclops clan.

The style of the imperial guards on them is gradually weakening, but those tactical qualities are still there. They are advancing in a neat line of skirmishers, holding shields and thickly armored orc fear iron cans in front, and grit killing cans that like to use shells. Finally, the only difference between them is size.

But a political commissar with a broken arm said so. "Green-skinned vehicles are far more deadly than their ludicrous looks."

Alan Baier agrees with this...

He watched those restless things coming forward with black smoke, and then roared. "fire!"

　Warlords of the Witcher World

　　An ordinary knight in the background of fighting for Nilfgaard and the Northern Territory, Herme has no lofty status, let alone great power.

　　He is not qualified to participate in those noble struggles at all, and it is even more impossible to have anything to do with those strange things, it seems like cannon fodder under the great war.

　　But he will still blaze a trail, a road to greatness and glory, he will change the history of the northern war, and he will become the supreme northern ruler.

　　This is the road to achievement that belongs to the warlords, and it is a road to climb upwards.

　　I have already completed a 150 million-word novel at the starting point, so I can read it with confidence.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)