Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 177 The Survivor in the Mezzanine

The world made of fine gold and steel, the city within the city, has the silence of death. Those inhuman things are like corpses, unscrupulously swaying those distorted emotions in the place that the emperor once favored.

Don't say that tools are innocent, loyal servants will commit suicide or defect even if they are ordered to do so, the captain of the alpha level has a part of his personal consciousness, but that thing still chooses to obey. They are good machines, but they can no longer be regarded as human beings!
The beams of the carbine, the bombs, the deflagration, and the bullets of the Imperial Guard pierced the core of those traitors like crazy sharp blades, and the fragments of the cracked machine rained down with oil like blood and scrap iron.

The "blood" of the servants of the Mechanicus moistened the uniforms of the Imperial Guard, but death and blood could not hinder their progress, just as when they slaughtered mortals, the blood flowed to the surface of this forged world like blood-filled bright red magma flowed from near-earth The track can also see that crazy and scary.

The military boots of the Catachan Forest Warrior stepped on the head of the half-dead Servant. He had to admit that the technique of making him a sage was very good, but at this moment it just made him suffer for a long time, and the Imperial Guards are definitely not good people. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

There is nothing like revolution, justice, morality or even racial stance, the Imperial Guard is a force formed for more primitive and crazy things, war, killing, survival, that's all.

Humanity needs to unite to survive in this constantly struggling universe, facing aliens, heresies, and demons to survive.

"shot!"

"Attack protocol, start!"

Two shouts, the tone of the machine and the voice of the Imperial Guard appeared at the same time. Under the cover of the enemy's corpses and the strong firepower, the servants were quickly routed, and the parts and corpses formed the trenches of the Imperial Guard, allowing them to continue to advance. But more enemies soon arrive, uniform, like clones or something, but definitely not human.

The intense firepower is constantly alternating, and the duel between the two groups is like two giants punching each other desperately. Whether the imperial guards are exhausted or the cathars are completely wiped out, only the gods can say clearly.

When Alan Bayer shot behind the mechanical corpse bunker, smashed the head of an alpha leader, and then said to the other companions.

"Interesting, the Imperial Guard usually fights the war of attrition, but now it's reversed, but the number of enemies is really exaggerated, when was our action discovered?!" Alan Baier hid in the bunker cursing, holding a A killing machine made of ceramic steel, the body of a heavy machine servant resisted the flintlock bullets.

The volley of electromagnetic guns followed, and Alan Bayer could only directly lift up the dead heavy machine servant, like a jumping shield, and fired the relic pistol with one hand, killing the enemy at the same time. In front of him, with one hand, he threw out the battered, almost defenseless heavy machine servant, which weighed hundreds of kilograms!
Touch, bang, a muffled sound, the servant who was still resisting was smashed by a huge force in an instant, parts and engine oil splashed abnormally, sprinkled on the beautiful brass-colored wall, dyed the symbol of Mechanicum bright red.

Alan Bayer was panting heavily, this thing is really heavy, but the support from the Mechanicus is still continuous, the Skadi soldiers crawled forward, shooting much more crazily.

But those later cataracts showed quite high intelligence, there were sages, no, there were governors operating them, and they began to regularly imitate the actions of the Imperial Guard, with highly modified bodies and their sudden strong learning ability Coupled with a huge base makes them even more difficult to deal with.

Alan Baier cursed. "Did the governor find out, this is micromanagement after playing rts?"

"But, that's not how wars are fought!"

Alan Byer yelled. "The traitor leader is watching us, don't be ashamed! Don't hesitate to consume ammunition, shoot!"

The Skadi soldiers wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked at the continuous stream of enemies. Even though the barrels of their guns were red, even though it was unclear how many enemies they had killed, at this moment the army had already defeated thousands of machine servants in the corridor area, and they Only 60 people!
Not bad for Kasherzin's battle and the equipment of the Sun Auxiliary Army represents the pinnacle of human power. Without the use of potions and body modifications, they are the most powerful mortal army!
"Shoot! Show those who steal tactics!" The sergeant yelled, but Alan Baier was a little bit in trouble. Firstly, it was a problem of consumption. Even if they won, the remaining ammunition would be difficult to support them to complete the mission. Second, the governor's operation is no problem, and he even has a good appearance, which makes the combat effectiveness of the servitor, which is not difficult to kill, increased by a few points at this moment.

But a strange thing happened. After the real confrontation, those machine servants became paper tigers. The actions of the governor quickly became distorted, strange, and even their combat effectiveness was not as good as before. Soon the attack of the imperial guards cut them like wheat. It seemed to be killed, but Alan Baier smelled a stench that was not rotten, nor promethium.

When they stepped forward on the ruins of this group of machines, people might only see how easy it was for the Imperial Guard to win, but the shooting accuracy of those machine servants was actually extremely high. If it wasn't for the Imperial Guard occupying the narrow passage and individual soldiers The advantage in firepower, and the body of the mechanical trainer's servitor as a bunker, will definitely be thankless.

Alan Bayer also saw the disadvantages of their actions, that is, too little time, such a team action should be composed of quiet and deadly, but this place is too big, and the defense force feels them.

Next, go to the hall. The enemy's firepower can not only be dispersed, but also the positions will be more sparse and ordinary. At this moment, the elite of the Imperial Guard are tired and their ammunition is gradually decreasing.

It takes too long to go to other halls, which will also lead to irreversible failure.

There is no way to retreat. If you choose this method, you have to go on even if the entire army is wiped out. If Skadi’s veterans don’t sacrifice, there will be more civilians and recruits who sacrificed. If you want to win this world in a short time, you must Paying a huge price, the lives of a few Skadi soldiers are completely acceptable in comparison.

Alan Bayer is so contradictory as a commander, how much he loves his family and troops, and how much he doesn't care about their lives, because such a deformed state is considered war and respect for soldiers.

If they want to die in exchange for greater value, then they must die immediately to continue the life of this huge and rotten empire, injecting blood with scarlet hot blood, and this terrible universe and ancient empire loves only loyalists s life.

There are no good people in this universe, only survival, and if the survival of a group requires individual sacrifice, do it and die. When the Skadi people came to the huge metal gate, the West Hall is not only the seat of religion, but also the second floor. The passage, at this moment, must be full of enemies, and the countless firepower can evaporate the Imperial Guard in an instant.

If you want to survive, you can only rely on the flashes produced by Death Charge and Melt. Next is the Emperor's Blessing. Use the fastest time to find a bunker. Only by yourself can you survive. Alan Bayer predicts that this breakthrough will definitely lose half Soldiers, you will lose at least...half of your soldiers!

Now it only needs a hot melt to start a war and live to death.

The sergeant came with a melta gun and goggles. "I'll knock on the doorknob, and let those heretics take a good look at the wrath of the Hammer of the Empire."

He unloaded his backpack and said to the others, "I will send my food out when I die."

Then the soldiers answered. "Sir, put things back, how long can your food keep us moving forward, and carrying weight is not necessarily good..."

said the sergeant. "Then eat it now, everyone will share a share, I remember I brought a can of Golo, one piece of meat for each person!"

But a fool suddenly came. "You might as well give it all to me."

the sergeant cursed. "What do you mean, the military order is like a mountain, this is an order! Average!"

At this moment, Alan Baier suddenly held his nose. "Does your supplies stink? It smells a little…"

But the next moment, Alan Baier realized something was wrong. "Someone?!"

The soldiers became vigilant, but there was absolutely no place to hide the living in this empty corridor that they had cleaned up...

"Don't look for it, the Emperor, I am loyal, but as long as I can remember, no one but the Emperor has been kind to me."

"So I propose a deal to you. In the face of our belief in the Emperor, I will provide you with a safe way to the second floor, and you will give me food so that I will not suffer." This voice said so many words for the first time , Alan Baier can feel that this voice is male, adult, and the tone carries the awareness that the transaction must be successful.

"Put down the gun." Alan Baier said, and the soldiers executed it. After a while, the loyalist also suddenly appeared. To be precise, he should remove the brass-colored metal plate from their heads. Only at this moment did the Imperial Guard realize that , It turns out that there are vents in the ceiling of the corridor area!
And the lean man like a monkey, with messy brown hair, the hair has grown all over his face, like an ape, his clothes are just cloth, covering his private parts, and dirt has accumulated on his body , The stench also came out.

Alan Barker felt familiar again, the stench was not a stench, but the feeling of the soul being torn apart in the subspace, he was sure almost instantly.

Untouchables…

That person hid in the pipe, but stuck half of his body out to greet the imperial guards. It's hard to imagine that someone could climb down such a smooth metal plane, probably because of the fluff on the ends of his fingers, and the shoes were also open-toed. , its ends are hairy, but it has a strange adsorption.

And he was short in stature, almost like Ratlin, with a straight back and only half the height of a Skadi soldier, but the stench that touched the soul made the soldier hold his nose.

He raised his hand. "I have lived here for generations. I am a living person born of a pipe. When this huge building was born, my ancestors were the Leitlings who repaired the huge ventilation system of this place. But the long time has allowed us to adapt The environment, the hair becomes weird, it can cling to the wall, and my family is still the only plumbing engineer in this tower until now."

"It's just that you all know that the governor here has gone crazy. It was okay at first, and the machine servants couldn't catch us, but after only a few days, my companions began to decrease one after another. It may be the emperor's blessing, only because of the special body odor. I have always lived with people."

Alan Baier rubbed his nose, he was used to the stench, and asked. "Why do I trust you?"

The plumber answered. "My family once swore to be loyal to casting the governor, but now he treats us like this, which has developed into a bloody feud. At least I know less than ten companions who are still alive. Our family is almost extinct."

"I want to survive now. Although I am very lucky, the food in the pipeline is getting less and less. At first, because of the decrease in the number of people, the rodents entrenched in it can still meet my needs, but now..."

He opened his mouth with his fingers, and the bloodshot and rotten gums were visible to the naked eye, with rotten flesh and disgusting black blood clinging to it.

Alan Bair said. "scurvy…"

The plumbing man nodded. "So, supply me, and I'll take you down the air ducts, and let you complete your noble mission, Imperial Guard."

"Don't think about breaking through head-on. I saw in the hall that there are 5 skitaris gathered, which is almost 50.00% of the tower's military strength. Although I saw your bravery and strength in the war all the way, you are not gods, yes wrong?"

Alan Baier couldn't refute it, and it was just vitamins, they were not lacking.

He burst out laughing. "Bless the emperor, I can meet nobles like you in this place!" Then he took out vitamin granules from his backpack, which was the standard 24-hour ration for individual special warfare in the empire, and it was also the food of the highest special warfare standard in the empire.

"Take it all out, and yours too, sixty vitamin drinks, enough to last you two years!"

The plumber beamed with joy as packs of orange waterproof paper bags were thrown to the ground.

Alan Bair struck while the iron was hot. "You help us, I will report this matter, and you will become a hero in this world."

But the pipe man said. "Hero? Look at me. I'm almost a mutant. No, to put it bluntly, I'm just a plumbing repairer. Because I can repair it, I'm still valuable. And because of this, the mainstream society of the empire can't tolerate me as a living mutant. I can All life is because of this tower, and nothing else."

"I'm not a citizen of the empire, and I'm not an imperial person. I'm just a monster, curled up in a narrow place." He said, crawling slowly with his fingers, walking up the wall of the ventilation pipe at a complete 90 degrees, and pulling the rope out of the pipe throw out.

"You are the heroes, and I can only live in the shadows forever. If I am dazzled by the honor you speak of, then when you leave, I will be hung on the square of the hive capital, bound and suffocated by the neck and die."

Alan Baier climbed up the rope and looked at this dark pipeline filled with various daily necessities. The faint light of promethium was shining, which made him, the Hive City, feel a little warm.

He smiled wryly. "I didn't expect people living in such a place to see so clearly..."

But the pipe man said. "What's the use of knowing, when disaster strikes, I have to blackmail you to survive."

"But I know very well, for the Emperor, my human brothers, take revenge."

"But pay attention, I have seen bad things patrolling the second floor during this time."

Alan Baier asked. "what?"

The pipe man had a bitter look on his face. "Like a heavy-duty servitor, but bigger, five meters high, with incendiary cannons behind it, like a giant warrior in full armor, with power fists or dual-linked phosphorus blaster cannons on his arms, patrolling in groups of five, and I also Only saw five of those things."

"It wasn't there before, but that thing must have always existed. The governor is crazy, and that thing also appeared. I suspect it's a legendary demon or something..."

Alan Baier said. "It's not a demon, that thing is called Scartland Fighter Soldier, a legacy of the Dark Ages, it seems that we have a tough battle to fight..."

(End of this chapter)