Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 168 Pandora's box is opening, despair and hope coexist

The messy pipes and pathways of the Ark of Omens have been filled with those orcs. Their rough fingers removed the adamantium, the former heresy fort or something more important, and plundered the few on this ark while maintaining the basic ability of those things. resource.

This is Meroving's acquiescence. Its lingering body now has only this path to choose. Use all the remaining energy and metal to cast a waaagh position transition device for teleportation, and an orc warship will serve as coordinates to provide points. The Warp left this sector, reaching beyond the reach of the Empire, where the Orcs and the Ark of Omens could rest.

But cooperation will not be without contradictions. At this moment, looking at the energy panel in the control room with one eye, his face is wrinkled into a ball. "Did you maintain the beacon during this period, about half a year?"

Merovingian's emotionless voice replied to the one-eyed one who was looking at the holographic image panels, and the one-eyed angrily smashed down the entire panel made of ordinary steel with his fist. The loud voice made all the boys working here tremble. .

"You... you stupid machine, you should cut off all the energy and keep your vitality after you have no power!"

"Not only do we need an extra week to use the spaceship to collect heat and energy around the stars, but the main force of the Red Pirates may also be approaching this star area!"

"Do you know how much trouble your stupid behavior has caused us?!" One-eyed was very angry. After all, Merovingian is now a drag. Let's go, and there will be follow-up renovation work on it and so on.

"We've taken down most of the gun emplacements in this place, and you're completely defenseless for a while, understand? And you're taking us so long to provide... control panel access?"

To the one-eyed accusation, Merovingian could only answer instinctively. "This is to fulfill the contract signed with the Red Pirates, and it is also the greatest possibility for me to be rescued after calculation."

"Also, if you hadn't helped the Imperial Guard, I wouldn't have fallen like this."

"Secondly, I need a period of time to assess whether you really want to enter my interior, rather than just using me as a prop." Meroving's calm answer made Cyclops even more angry, but his attitude was reasonable, and Cyclops endured it. His own anger let go of his green fist before he smashed the control room here.

"Adjutant, how is the situation of the subspace storm?" He immediately asked the most important information. During this period of time, the orcs are still closely monitoring the fluctuations near Mandeville Point. You must know the road conditions.

Orcs are not afraid of warp invasions, but warp storms can complicate matters by throwing ships off course.

The adjutant replied. "Three days ago, according to the investigation information, we found that the subspace is gradually stabilizing, and normal navigation will be possible in three or four days."

One Eye chews on the day. "Three or four days, subspace jumps up to half a month, there is still time, the engine is finished, and then our warships come..."

"No, we can't take the risk and ask the boys to add engines. During this period of time, we will push the Merovingian to the void at sub-light speed. Remember to install the engines on the dark side so that the empire will not find them."

"Now this star area is the world before Pandora's box was opened. When the subspace is completely diluted, those desperate people will overflow, and this star area will be completely drawn into the flames of war."

"We just need to escape and recuperate. Before the real war and waaagh come, we will lie dormant and only take in nutrients." One-eyed replied calmly, and the other bosses who were still alive nodded repeatedly. This little orc will look forward to One-eyed horse, Because he has brought too many miracles and victories, they will not hesitate to implement those seemingly crazy plans.

The rise of the orcs is in full swing, and those chaotic and distorted things are also docked on the outskirts of the star area under the obstruction of the warp space storm, but the Imperial Guard knows nothing about this situation.

They were engrossed in how to deal with the heresy of the foundry world. Pan Lan was too valuable for this star area. In order to become a colossus of the Star Militia Army, they had to abandon their originally insensitive sense of war. The resources are all in the scheduling of the extermination order and internal appeasement.

The empire is like this, it is powerful, huge, terrifying, but swollen, dull, immobile, and it is also the only lodging point and hometown of human beings, but at this moment, it can no longer catch up with this misty world at the end of this dark No. 40 millennium. world.

And the soldiers of the empire looked at the brass-colored planet on the battleship. The completely crushed battle situation and the feeling of being superior made them feel a little bit flustered. Real power gets mixed up.

So rated by the pilot when the captain is away. "For the sake of the Star Forces, the Imperial Navy is the bones, the Imperial Guard is the flesh, the Commander-in-Chief is the brain, and many other officers are the joints and organs. So, what is the Ministry of Military Affairs?"

The officer next to him fiddled with his controller, then pressed the fire button, fired at the Adeptus Mechanicum's battle barge, and replied. "appendix."

The officer who asked the question answered. "precise!"

But the Imperial Navy didn't know that when their huge battleships came to low-Earth orbit, not only the heresy of the Mechanicum, but also the loyalists who waged wars feared them. The honor of the Empire hangs like the sword of Damocles When they were on their heads, those soldiers felt the sins that came out of their bodies for no reason.

The looming nightmare outside the atmosphere was clearly detected by the sage's prosthetic eyes. The war has come to the hottest stage. He doesn't know whether he can win, but he has completely controlled the entire army of the enemy's second Hongzhi.

Once a general succeeds, his bones are exhausted, not to mention that he is not a famous general, but a scholar. His victory is a road paved with countless blood, and this is only because they need to survive.

There are too many things involved in this matter, one's own life, honor, future and piety, being beaten as a heretic and dying in an extermination order is almost the biggest insult to those who believe in the emperor besides direct trial.

Dignity and life, the meaning of life and hatred drive this dry planet, and blood permeates this world, moistening the gaps between the gears.

The sage used his skull to detect the distant core city and the signal transmitters above it in mid-air, but he was more eager to find his own child. However, the resistance force in this area has raised the void shield, and the generators in the villa area are constantly roaring. .

The metal tower that was originally used to send signals to the high-level nobles here was surrounded by the cataracts. They repaired many small ion shields or deflection shields, large-caliber shell ejection weapons, that is, enhanced logging guns. And the depleted uranium flintlock guns were fully prepared early.

"It's really a fucking iron wall..." The adjutant looked at the image conveyed by the skull and commented, but the sage who had experienced the war replied. "We must attack here as soon as possible, and we can't even give priority to helping the rebels in the residential area."

This sentence is very strange, obviously very worried, but he chose the big picture, because if the extermination order falls, the lives here and the sacrifices brought by the war will be meaningless.

The sage became a war to regain his humanity, and now he has to let go of his humanity, but no matter what, his position is not cold, but gentle like the light of a star in spring.

But it was just a stand, his emotionless electromagnetic voice issued the last cruel order to his subordinates. "The large forces are gathering, all the rebels in the main hive, we are going to end our war, let Pan Lan return to the empire, we need to communicate with the imperial navy, provide them with star ports and assistance, topographical maps and information when necessary manpower."

"As long as the front area is taken down, except for the core divine tower, the hive has already belonged to Ommisiah."

But no matter how exciting the sage's words are, the long-term continuous combat will also make the soldiers tired. This joint army composed of humans, machine servants, sages, or priests is actually on the verge of collapse.

This team of remnants and defeated troops has been unable to attack any place, and the sages are also very clear, so in this battle, the sages will not join the command, but their goal is to use their life-long knowledge in the temporary communication room. To crack the authority of the radar communicator, let the device send out a signal that is clear enough and good enough to let the Imperial Guard know that this world is still valuable.

The price is that it takes tens of thousands of deaths in just a few minutes to attract Director Hongzhi stationed here to strengthen the firewall system, and every microsecond of communication represents the dissipation of countless lives.

The densely packed shooting ports and installations on the pitch-black communication tower made people feel chilling. After a short slogan, the adjutant began to charge with a gun in his hand. "For the Empire!"

"For the Empire!"

But it is different in the communication room. It is quiet and even suffocating. Several inhuman technological sages bowed their heads in front of countless pipes and complicated communication equipment. possible actions.

"When the piston is pulled once, the big bell chimes once."

"Give me the repeater."

"Alternate once, pass on once, turn on the repeater, and press the fuse."

Kaka, the lever is down, orderly as if in a factory.

"Pull the lever once, and the big bell will ring twice."

"Give me the communication line."

"Inherit twice, alternate twice, weld wire, press button."

Dong dong, the red light flashes, the communicator hums and buzzes, in exchange for the lives of thousands of people.

"Press the button, and the big bell will sound three times."

"Transmit data to me, praise Om Messiah, praise the God of all machines."

"Praise my compatriots who sacrificed thousands of times, praise the beauty of the vast knowledge of the void, praise the complex mystery of data and algebra..."

"Transfer data, turn on the device, activate the source force, and drive promethium."

"For gold and sacrifice not forgetting, Om Messiah."

The sages of Mechanicus murmured. "Praise the Om Messiah."

The communicator was dialed, data was transmitted, and the distribution map of the enemy on the ground, the specific civil strife, the list of loyalists, and the exemption application and call for support began to appear in the imperial headquarters.

But those things can't be sent in an instant, the director said in a low voice. "5 minutes…"

"Estimated, all destroyed..."

Silence, because all the sages here know that the director's calculation is good, the automatic cannon roars on the surface, the flesh is smashed by the bullet casings, and the logging gun is against the unarmored living people as if it is against the butter that can move. The uranium flintlock can pass through the most core area of ​​​​the servitor.

Troops lacking the command of a sage lost extremely quickly, and they approached the tower one after another. In order to gain enough attention from the sage who ruled on the opposite side, they were even willing to rely on death in exchange for time.

After all, the extermination order is also death, and there is no need to hesitate to choose between death without dignity and letting the world continue to survive.

On the battlefield, the sage's adjutant hid behind the wall bunker composed of the corpses of the servants, counted his equipment, then raised the laser gun, killed a cheap servant with three or four bursts, and then skillfully dodged He opened fire and fell into the "accidental trench" that was blown out by the grenade next to him.

However, humans cannot be faster than bullets. He almost habitually takes evasive actions, which are more like gambling than dodging, and the adjutant is already used to it. He took off his helmet, took out a small bag of transparent things from inside, and muttered Goo drink it.

"It has to be Amset..." He lay on his stomach in the trench, watching his comrades keep falling. This is how he felt in the Imperial Guard. He felt insignificant anymore, even if he played well, so what?
He took out the ranger smokeless cigarettes in his tactical belt and wanted to take a sip, but found that he couldn't find his lighter.

"Fuck." He groped for a lot of corpses here, and finally found a flame in the position of the fuel tank of the servant that was ignited by the uranium.

With radiation, powerful.

He crossed his legs, listened to the roaring artillery fire, waited skillfully for the gap, then raised his weapon, shot, killed one person, dodged, reloaded, and took a puff of cigarette.

He can survive without a doubt, no matter what, the Mechanicus is no more terrifying than the Alien, he exhaled a smoke ring. "Will that guy find his child..." the adjutant murmured, looking at the nearby recruits hiding in the trenches in fear, and couldn't help but think about what it would be like for him.

They shot almost blindly, raising their heads from time to time, two people, young, probably family members of the Mechanicus, who would have become priests or cogboys in the future, but the projectiles they shot at the moment were useless, it was sad...

Useless soldier, he was about to open his mouth to give pointers, but a standard Mechanicus heavy machine servant dropped here with a grenade.

"Oops." He instinctively wanted to leave the trench, but saw that the two recruits next to him hadn't reacted yet.

"Fuck, you fucking crawl out!" He pressed against the ass of the two recruits, and before they could react, he pushed them out with all his strength. The adjutant didn't know why he did that, but he felt that the empire Scholars are more needed than veterans.

He stared at the pitch-black thing on the ground, exhaled a smoke ring, and looked up at the two idiot recruits who were looking at him resentfully outside the trench, fleeing under the hail of bullets.

He gestured with a middle finger, and then, flames erupted, the two soldiers were completely stunned, and the adjutant, only his ceramic steel body armor and dog tag were still intact.

Fragments of the clothes were scattered and fell on the corners of the battlefield where no one cared. The name of this man was written on the chest, but no one in this world knew who he was, what he did, whether he was a successful person, or not. Loyalists.

Only roaring projectiles and endless death are always there, roaring to welcome Mr. Pain into this universe.

(End of this chapter)