Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 166 From the sky above the watchtower, the metal heart of the empire is burning

The emperor, the person who protects the empire; the machine god, the god who dominates the machine

The spirit of machinery and the secrets of technology are both better than mortal bodies;

Praising the wit is your vocation, taking care of the wit is what you rely on for your well-being, and comforting the wit is the foundation of your existence.

Without dogma, the mechanical spirit will not help.

Ring the bell once!
Push the lever to activate the piston and pump!
Ring the bell twice!
Press the button, start the engine, ignite the turbo, and breathe life into it!
Ring the bell three times!
Sing in unison, praise the God of all opportunities!
Under the words of the loyalists of the Mechanic Cult, people's hearts gradually stabilized. In the expressions of those poor refugees, the sage saw fear and loneliness.

Since the light and gifts of Om Messiah sprinkled on this world, such a large-scale battle has never happened again. In contrast, the invasion of red pirates and orcs did not cause much loss because of the bravery of Skadi soldiers, which is ridiculous What's more, the purge order of the governor of this world caused flames to burn in many places in this world.

Ridiculous, sad, it never rained on Pan Lan, and never will.Once, in a distant new age when it was just known to humans, when Pan Lan was still alive, strong storms tore at its surface, gouged out river channels in the rocks, and shaped continuous coastlines from steep cliffs. into towering mountains.

Then, the world experienced its first death, and the entire planet became an empty red wasteland of dusty basins and pitted scorching deserts.

Then, the red-red planet revived again.

In those earliest days of the Golden Age of Mankind, the terraforming project ostensibly brought new life and hope to Pan Lan.But in the end, this proved to be a palliative, not a cure.For the second time in just a few centuries, Panlan died, suffocated by the exhaust fumes of countless combined foundries, continent-scale factories, and millions of weapon-making.

"It has never rained on Pan Lan." This is what any living person who inhabits this forge world would say about her dryness.

But today, compatriots slaughter each other, blood splatters, those bright red liquids splash on the hive city, the weapons of heavy machine servants crack the heads of mortals, and the blood is sprinkled under the statue of the god emperor on the street, never before The Forge World of the Rain rained blood at this moment, and the Emperor's statues, those horrible things were sprinkled in front of his face, and bright red tears rolled down his cheeks, as the Imperial Men foolishly slaughtered each other.

The mechanical sage mobilized his own database, holding a lot of supplies in his hands, most of which were food, and his eyes were filled with the flavors contained in those foods, nutritional elements and other miscellaneous indicators. During this time, he learned Quite a few things, especially for mortals.

He began to document what food humans should eat, what nutritional supplements they need, and what things they should have to help them in their daily lives.

He is almost a semi-special, almost forgotten profession of nutritionist, or something more special.

It's hard to imagine that at the end of this dark No.40 millennium, someone could care so much about the thoughts of mortals, but after those reconciled foods with normal taste and meat were distributed, those poor soldiers who were exhausted finally felt that they were countless. much warmth.

Although the sage's skills are far from good, and the food he cooks is far from the delicious food enjoyed by those nobles. All he can do is heat and mix, but that kind of care is what most imperial people do I didn't enjoy it from the beginning of my mother's womb.

Many people even began to address this strange Mechanicus member who didn't know the gender as mother or father, but everyone's unified official name for him was the Commander-in-Chief, or the Commander-in-Chief and other military-related titles.

Of course, he doesn't care about the sage, and his job is to provide all the help he can give. After all, he is definitely not a professional in terms of command.

However, wars are sometimes viewed not as command, but as the morale of the soldiers. Within three days of the Great Cleansing, a large number of data craftsmen, ruler sages, and even the director of the fourth Hongzhi also joined the resistance team one after another. , the "official" strength of the Mechanicum even gradually began to be lower than their group of "heretics".

And he is also commanding the Second Hongzhi Special Guardian Legion composed of a large number of mortals to give the iron fist representing Om Messiah to those who slaughtered their compatriots.

And the departure of the ruler sage also means that the morale of the Mechanicus Apostolic Corps has decreased. To be precise, those machine servants do not have much autonomy.

Generally, only some alpha-level veteran captains can still maintain a small amount of judgment in complex situations and changing battlefields.

The Mechanicus relies on the control and command of the ruler sages and countless war agreements one after another to maintain the agility and changeability of the huge guardian army.

The sage's betrayal will not only take away the soldiers of the Skitarii, but will also reduce the execution of those legions that are still serving the "official". During this time, the director's actions have angered many people, not just mortals The sage who is close to ordinary people, even his cronies are starting to betray him at this moment.

Today's Mechanicus troops no longer have the unified and powerful scheduling capabilities they had before, and their tactical flexibility is also much worse. They're well-supplied, but the only problem...

When the sage looked up, he saw the light curtains and bursts in the sky as well as the light curtains and bursts produced by the shooting of the Mechanic Teaching and Research Barges and the Imperial Navy, and from time to time, the automatic artillery turrets that strafed the Imperial Navy's scouting assault ships, and faintly crossed the sky Imperial Navy military power.

That is the Sword of Damocles today, telling everyone else that time is running out, and the Imperial Navy will break through here, anytime, anywhere. There is no dock in this world, which is why the Imperial Navy did not hesitate to choose extermination order.

Pan Lan is certainly important, but for now that several business paths have been opened up, and even just individual weapons, Gundwa VI can provide enough now. Time for the alien threat to come.

An extinction order is not only efficient, but also won't lose the minerals inside Panlan. Perhaps according to the differences in the execution standards they choose, the minerals in this world may become easier to mine.

In comparison, the lives of trillions of machine servants and mortals can’t even compare to the value of this world’s factories and the continent-like hive cities that cover the sky and cover the sun.

When you are in the same boat with the heretics, the only way to prove your loyalty is to sacrifice and die. Use war and victory to wash away the stupid actions of your former compatriots until the empire recognizes your sacrifice and praises you Behavior.

Loyalists in this world now have no choice but to return to the warm, crumbling and cruel collective of humanity. They must pave the way with blood and death, even though this is not their choice.

In the camp, the sage's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his adjutant. He was a former Star Guard, a merchant's employee, and a bounty hunter. .

The sage had never heard of his world before. After all, the vastness of the empire spanned the Milky Way, even if his head was broken, it would not be able to store all the information of the worlds of thousands of empires.

But the thing that impressed the sage the most about the man in the self-made military uniform and the bulletproof armor was that he refused to use the uranium-burning flintlock gun or the magnetic rail flintlock gun normally equipped with the Mechanicum, which can penetrate the space warrior Armored weapons, while the paranoid demands the use of the laser guns of the Imperial Guard.

The sage often finds it strange that a factory can produce millions of things a day. The hive worlds and forge worlds he knows can produce laser guns, and the output is almost continuous, but the Imperial Guard infantry regiment only has About 5 people, or even less than the establishment.

And even if a conscription world has a long history, it is difficult for more than a thousand infantry regiments to be born on it, not to mention that most hive worlds only have about a few hundred regiment-level Imperial Guard output.

But with the laser gun in his hand, the sage can directly say that there are millions if not tens of millions, which is completely enough to arm a star system, not to mention that this is only the output of his supervision factory for decades, such a large factory There are hundreds of forging worlds in this forge world.

But the Imperial Guard is still in short supply of weapons, and it can even be said that there is almost a permanent shortage of weapons...

The sage shook his head, he already knew about the bad state of the empire, but now he still needs the forgiveness of the empire, unless the imperial navy cancels the release of the extermination order for no reason.

He spoke to his adjutant in the peculiar voice of the adjusted grille. "I can feel that the mechanical spirit is restless, and the war is coming..."

The adjutant replied. "That's right, the brothers have polished their weapons and applied holy oil. Next, we need to conquer about 30% of the city area to take down the inner streets."

He looked optimistic, but the sage was worried about someone in his heart. "Can it be faster? The extinction order is about to come down. I don't think those pig-like things can protect the world for too long. The imperial navy will soon bring down the punishment of Ommisiya."

The adjutant immediately became a little depressed when he heard those three words. It is better to say that every person in the empire knows the meaning of the extermination order, no matter how much you have contributed to the emperor, no matter how great or how humble you were. , after the wrath of the empire fell, there was only the destruction of heresies and a few "mournings" for the martyrs.

But the adjutant said. "It's okay, Master Director. I have experienced a war worse than today. The trial court also applied for an extermination order, but it was rejected."

In fact, the empire’s extermination order is not as easy to obtain as imagined. Instead, the extermination order requires the mobilization of the imperial navy, that is, the compromise of the commander of the star area and the military affairs department. With the permission of the Tate Order, it can even be said that as long as you are not really labeled as a heretic, and you have a part of the right to speak, and have interests involved in this world, the extermination order can be postponed because of your concerns.

Because for the empire, every world is unique, and the treasures obtained by the blood of mankind and the smelting of war are the most precious and fundamental of the empire. Unless it is really necessary to use the extinction order to prevent the worst situation, the empire Never use those extreme things.

But for the sage, what he was worried about at the beginning was actually not the extermination order. When he lowered his head and looked faintly at the bolt gun in his hand, it was engraved with the name of his most important thing at the moment.

The mentality of a sage has actually gradually changed from a scholar to a warrior. There is no doubt that those who can become sages of the Mechanic Cult are talented and intelligent. Accumulate the recognition of others and your own credit for a long time.

Anyone who can become a sage will not be stupid, even from the perspective of ordinary people, they are absolute geniuses.

He is not, even before he met the Skadi people, he was proud and arrogant, but what he spent decades not completing was completed by mortals, and then he fell into the quagmire of war and was rescued by mortals, He then realizes that arrogance is just what corrupts him.

He said gently to his adjutant at this moment. "That's right, the extermination order won't come out too soon, but I also have personal matters... I have a daughter who lost contact with me in the deep area of ​​the residential area three days ago, and her life and death are unknown now."

"Although my request is stupid, I will still say it. I need to use your precious lives to help me confirm this matter, so I can become your commander..."

He spoke apologetically, but the adjutant scratched his head. "That, our goal is not for you, we just need to contact the Imperial Guard, provide them with traitor information and ask them if they can pick up the survivors."

"My lord, our goal was the same from the beginning, but you thought too much, and the help you gave us was enough to make up for your so-called "selfishness". Who made delicious food when the soldiers were suffering and injured, yes Who sings the praises of the God of Myriad Chances when people are confused?"

the adjutant said. "At this moment we are at the core of this world, this is a watchtower, as long as you look around from here, you can find that this world is now burning."

"Dryness is also painful, but it will not let the flames burn. It is those heretics and traitors who draw their swords on their fellow citizens, and the blood is like promethium, which is ignited by war and ignites the world."

"Neither the xenos nor the space marine traitors have done that, and we know very well that the war has

It is inevitable. "

"My lord, command us, shoot at the enemy, don't hesitate, fate has come..."

The sage's emotional controller is strongly fluctuating at this moment, he has indeed seen that he is on the high and low-end slender watchtower, in the flames that will never be extinguished, and his compatriots, whether they are mortals or Mechanics , all howling in pain, drained of blood by the war.

After a while, the sage's eyes appeared clear and cold outside the linen robe he was wearing.

"Let's go to war, for Om Messiah..."

(End of this chapter)