Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 165 Forging the New Order of the World

The news of the victory spread throughout Pan Lan, but the people in this world were still just working in the factory forever. The roaring engines and those gear boys who were constantly working seemed to not care about their own safety.

They used the transport boards of the empire to travel through those messy giant industrial furnaces or even more terrifying things, and the force feedback arms constantly brought the most precious things of the empire up and down.

The priests sang and praised with the help of scriptures and classics, all year round, as if no one cared about the imperial guard leaving without saying goodbye, and no one knew that the world and the empire were drifting away at this moment.

But in this world, apart from those numb people, sad people, there are also people with shining eyes who work here. He directs those people who will not stop working, the gears turn, the furnace roars, and the fine gold and pottery steel are continuously Production, but the long hours of work are still tiring even for his mechanical body.

As a mechanical sage, he needs to constantly sing the praises of great achievements and loyalty to the god of all machines, so that his great power can make the machine soul active and happy. This is not his job, but he is for the human children he raises Being able to grow up in a social environment, he voluntarily withdrew from the better arrangements given to him by the upper echelon of Mechanics.

But he still wonders why those factories are still fully fired at this moment, and the output during this period has even far exceeded the level of the secondary tax, he said. "Isn't the war over?"

This sage has been rescued by the Skadi people several times, and the Imperial Guard leaving without saying goodbye makes him a little depressed. He also wants to ask those mortals why the upper echelons of the Mechanicus are so restless, while his thoughts are still complicated. When it was turned, the big clock roared and echoed to the beginning of the Hive City. After the time signal that originally meant the end of work, he forgot most of his responsibilities, and walked to his lounge immediately.

It was a room exclusively for the mechanical sages. In the Capital Hive, where every inch of land is expensive, it is extremely difficult to have a place for him to rest, and even here, this place of less than 50 square meters is full of them. Colleagues' various personal devices and so on.

After he had navigated around many obstacles, messy pipes or cables, he pulled out a piece of careful stuff wrapped in machinery and workbenches.

His companion, to be precise, is another technical sage who was mechanically cast. They also controlled the foundry and continuously imported materials to other worlds.

The sage's display of [-] million simulated optic nerves glanced past the thing. "Chocolate?" He chewed the word.

"Isn't your taste system removed?"

The mechanical sage held the chocolate and answered. "This is for my daughter."

"Daughter? Oh, that little flesh and blood, the recruitment of data artisans has been launched during this period. Don't let this matter affect your future. I don't know when the next time there will be a large-scale vacancy in the Skitarii."

His colleague's "kindly" exhortation, but for this sage who has regained his humanity, such words are not important.

"So what, I hope there will never be a war. After get off work, I will go back." He was a little unhappy, picked up his things and started to move forward.

His colleague replied. "Are you sure? The founding governor asked us to be willing to work overtime during this period to conduct new internal trials. You will miss the opportunity with knowledge."

But the sage only answered. "I do not mind."

When he walked out of the thick air-locked gate, he also thought, and he also knew that his colleague's warning was not wrong. He knew very well that it is not good to be indulging in emotions as a member of the Mechanicus, but he also understood that he wanted to To give Arya a good life, he must pick up those things, and he can wait, just 20 years.

But at this moment, the streets of the Hive Capital seem unusually quiet. Although it is off-duty time, most people are still working overtime. The rough alloy walls on the streets are not only dirt and engine oil, but also notices pasted all over the streets and alleys with holy kraft paper. .

He didn't know what they were preparing for, what they were waiting for, and what war they were going to fight, so he could only hold his chocolate in confusion.

In the situation where the storm is coming, what about a mechanical sage in the storm?If he didn't have the honor and success his mentor gave him, wouldn't he have to use his throat to utter those complicated words all the time like those ordinary priests?

He can only walk on the main road, swinging his body that has been replaced countless times during this period, and there are many mechanical prosthetic bodies of the Imperial Guard on it. He is more or less apologetic for occupying the body of a loyalist of the Imperial Guard. , but before he repaid those people, the matter reached the present situation, which came suddenly and went quickly. For the Mechanicus, only one year seems to have passed by like a flash.

He could only transfer his apology to the mortal he saved in the war, but...

Suddenly, the noisy sound of the street attracted his attention. Under the surrounding red robes and the unique shape of the Mechanicus Alpha Servant, the rangers were fighting someone. This is the first nest of the Mechanicism. The core of the foundry world that has not been invaded, but the sage just retreated from the battlefield, and he almost instinctively hid in the bunker instantly.

He could see the smoke of war rising from the direction of his own house in the distance, and he could also feel that something was wrong, the feeling he hadn't felt the last time when the Red Corsairs invaded.

The railroad flintlock and carbines of the Mechanicus were shooting wantonly in the streets. He calmly took out the precision bombs he usually collected, because the Mechanicus' monitoring of the armed transformation of the body seemed complicated, so he also chose a more direct method. The method is a firearm taken from the production line on the grounds that it has been "disqualified" and about 20 deadly explosive bombs.

However, he is not an expert in shooting, and he has never even touched a gun. Compared to a combatant, he is still weak, but now he does not have the command power of a machine servant, and he does not necessarily have any supreme power. After the tragedy happened, he realized that if he wanted to survive in this galaxy, this chaotic place, even hiding in the capital of Mechanic Cult was not safe, he had to find a way to gain a foothold.

This bomb with Arya's name engraved on it was also a birthday gift he was planning to give to that girl. He hoped that she would be as strong as the weapon bestowed by Om Messiah, and that she would be able to fight in a mechanically cast furnace regardless of her past. The normal one becomes a precision weapon.

"Praise the Machine Soul, you are willing to let me draw the sword for victory, praise Om Messiah, roaring in the name of gears and algebra..."

He chanted the prayer spells during the war, and the complex mechanical body twisted out of the bunker, wanting to see who the enemy was and what caused the chaos.

But both sides of the war were wearing red robes, but one side was enslaved by machine servants, and the other side was mostly mortals living in the local area, so he couldn't tell who was right or wrong, so he could only numbly watch out for those crazy battles.

Roaring, guns, bursting light beams and the restlessness of hot weapons and the sizzling sound of the air being evaporated, those things are so precious to the sages, they are all the treasures and machines they forged, but now they are used for each other in the capital of Mechanicus. fight.

As the chaos grew, his keen listening ears picked up the rare human conversations on the battlefield.

"The governor ordered to eliminate heresy."

Mechanized voices flickered in those monitors and communicators. This should be the voice of the Alpha Guardian Legion.

"That's not Om Messiah, it's just that you want to use the power of heresy to greedy those taboos, for the sake of gears and big clocks, for this world, and for ourselves to stay away from chaos and filth. My heart is dedicated to the God of All Things !"

This is the voice of a mechanical sage or a director. He can hear that the voiceprints of those high-level mechanical teachers were forcibly recorded in his head, but now the director somehow used clothes to cover his face and changed his body independently. The vocal chords made the Mechanicus unrecognizable to him as the executive.

And he really didn't quite understand why Alpha, who was protecting the Mechanicus, and the top leaders of the Mechanicus were so wrestling together. It seemed that strange changes had taken place in this world from the time he didn't know until now...

And the ensuing battle was even more intense than the sage had expected. With the help of a director-level sage, those Alpha cathars were unable to take down the troops composed of mortals.

The rabble, which is composed of deviant gang members and merchant escort groups from all over the world, is relying on the weapons, equipment and tactical guidance provided by the director to barely maintain a precarious advantage.

But the gods have always preferred to use those fates to tease mortals. When those mortal troops used huge sacrifices and victories to gain a strategic advantage, a roaring and restless giant machine broke through this situation. The force feedback engineering arm rushed out of the hive city's cumbersome roads with lightning speed, and waved the angry arm to crush the main mortal army into mud.

At this moment, as long as the mechanical monster is smashed down, this army will no longer be able to raise its head, and it will not be able to maintain its current small advantage, the director also shouted. "God of Myriad Machines!"

But things didn’t turn around. Fate took the red thread and let the mechanical sage come here. He can recognize that the equipment used in that factory is now under his management.

He could use the internal network to shut down the machine, save those mortals from death, and keep this army alive, but why?
If he does this, the upper echelons of the Mechanics will find out about his operations. His authority is very high, and every movement will be strictly monitored. His behavior of not working overtime today has already made the Governor unhappy. If he does such a thing again, he may be sentenced These are very forgiving decisions.

But the sage looked at the mortals who were about to be crushed, killed, and ravaged, and the cowhide rolls floating in the streets, and demanded endless overtime and war preparations in a harsh tone. The departure of the Skadi soldiers and...

He touched the chocolate in his chest pocket, he didn't know, even if he was very smart, he couldn't guess the changes of people's hearts in this world, even if he was talented, he couldn't find out what fate was playing tricks on.

Whether to act or wait, whether to submit or resist, those doubts formed in his mind, and the chaotic thoughts made him hesitate. He is not a warrior or a hero, but he knows that something seems to be in his hands at this moment.

He stood up and used all his strength to amplify the signal he could transmit. As a sage, the authority stopped the huge mechanical arm in an instant, and the mortals also raised the melter, dissolving the precious wealth of Mechanicus. net.

Afar also noticed the sage because of this, the leader asked. "Machine sage, why is this so? Your behavior constitutes apostasy, and you have already..."

Before he could finish his words, the sage raised his Seiko bomb and smashed his head. Even if he is a technician, in the empire with abundant martial arts and simple folk customs, there is no one who would hesitate to shoot. This is why the empire The storage of various military supplies is so strict that it is creepy.

He's parted ways with the Governor, and whatever the Governor is doing and doing, that's definitely not the right thing to do...

His behavior was also affirmed by the Mechanicus. The flintlock shot at him, and the violent projectile pierced his chest. He didn't think of pain and death for the first time, but was depressed as if he put chocolate in his chest pocket up.

Then he felt that his body was damaged. Although he could still move, he couldn't resist the successive shots.

The help that can be given to others will eventually return at an unknown time. When the flintlock is ready to shoot, the aid of the mortal troops will follow one after another. Astonishing combat prowess, melta and plasma tore apart the cathars' bodies, and those troops who had been victims before turned into victors.

When they approached the sage vigilantly and approvingly, the high-level executive who he had identified as a director came slowly. His voice did not change at the moment, making the sage instantly recognize his voice.

"The Mechanicus is massacring civilians. Less than 40% of the permanent residents who have undergone physical transformation have to be incinerated, and the high-level officials have decided that they want to leave the empire and publicize that they have found the real Om Messiah."

The sage listened to this weird news in surprise, but the voice made him have to admit it, because it was his mentor, the director of casting, and the former deputy director of the first Hongzhi...

"Old..." He wanted to say this address, but changed his words immediately. "You guys, have you seen the residential area... the little girl in my mansion?"

Of course his teacher knew where he lived, he said. "Your residence melted, and the situation is almost the same as you can think of. In the end, we only found a part of the tissue that was fused with the metal, and everything was seriously carbonized."

"About 90 percent of the residents in that area were wiped out, and now the world has become weird and extreme."

At this moment, the sage only felt his emotional controller buzzing. He didn't listen to those messy things, but just touched the carbonized metal on his chest and the almost nonexistent chocolate.

Sometimes fate is so sad, but his mentor has to wake him up with the loudest voice and tell him even more terrible news.

"The Astral Army has unilaterally issued an alarm to us. If the Mechanicus does not surrender, and hand over the heresy creations and accept the purge, then the Imperial Navy will issue an order of extinction to this world!"

"We don't have time. We must contact the Imperial Guard in the shortest possible time and persuade them to abandon the extermination order."

The sage said. "That's anything, now I have nothing, the big house I just moved has spent all my savings, and my children..."

his teacher asked suddenly. "What big house? Don't you live in the main nest, No. Y341648, Huaen Street?"

The sage immediately regained his spirit. "I moved to an inner location in the residential area, which can give the children better space..."

Then his teacher answered immediately. "Inner area... There are still rebels in the inner city from D Street. We will go to help there during this time, and there is also a sentry tower with star communication capabilities in the inner area, and we need a reliable commander."

"Join? Kid?"

The sage objected. "I have lived 60 standard Tyra years."

His teacher answered with a mask on. "In my eyes, you are still a child. Wearing a mask is a sign that distinguishes the alliance. Although it is very simple, it is enough to make other people realize that you are different."

The sage looked at the thing made of linen, which looked like the bird's beak structure of the plague doctor in the ancient Terran classics, but he had to admit that the world was sick.

He stretched out his arm, and slowly put on the mask representing responsibility and destiny. After getting used to the cloudy field of vision hindering his detection, he felt that he could see more clearly at this moment, and his thoughts were more free.

The streets were chaotic, deserted, terrifying, full of corpses and despair. Although Pan Lan was not good, it would definitely not be like this.

He replied tremblingly with his own angry voice and the calmest tone. "I'm ready, sir."

(End of this chapter)