Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 178 Annihilation Protocol, Start

There is still a lot of time, Alan Bayer looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and rejoiced.

The operation of the Imperial Guard received friendly help from the local natives, and it could even be said that they gave all their money.

It's hard to imagine how short they are as Alan Bair crawls through the narrow duct area, and the West Hall is full of stained glass and altered statues of the Emperor, turning both the God of Machines and the Emperor into statues of Heretic Governors. Time can make such radical changes.

Under the light of the bulletproof stained glass from the stars, those mechanized servants, which are as huge as an army of clones, hold guns, and they are so large that they can definitely wipe out the Skadi people.

And the Emperor bless them, the current situation seems to be good, at least except for the narrow ventilation duct, everything else is pretty good.

"Emperor, they are the pests of the empire." The sergeant looked at the faint light of the blurred ventilation ducts covered by iron sheets, the huge heretic army and their desire to expect the death of the Skadi people.

The complex pipeline equipment extends in all directions. With the help of the pipeline Stirlings, the Skadi soldiers proudly bypassed those enemies, but the pipelines are not omnipotent. The only place where the vents are well hidden is the habitat of the Raitlins. Nearby, other ranges are still under the garrison of Mechanicus.

It was not an accident that the living were captured. Alan Bayer smelled the stinky "body fragrance" of the Sterling people, and his thoughts could also grasp the core of today's affairs. Under the desperate situation that the gods are watching, those terrible things The Stuff is frantically grabbing the souls of the Empire's loyal citizens.

Then psionic energy definitely played a very important role in it, and the sound of people crawling in the pipes and making metal impact rhythmically made the quiet place noisy, but the Leitlings managed to move forward silently.

Alan Baier still admires this guy, who survived the loneliness without a partner, but still has a burning will to survive. He also wonders, if he is like him, can he still maintain such ease?

"Ha, you are amazing, Leitlin, do you want to join the Imperial Guard?" This sentence suddenly came out of Sergeant Skadi's mouth, because the loyal forest man saw himself in this sad guy.

The same loyalty, similar incomprehension, and the burning desire to survive in a desperate place, the desire to survive, made the Catachans unconsciously recognize it.

Tough guys only like tough guys, which is probably the second reason why this Sterling is helping the Imperial Guard.

But the little hunk just rubbed his nose. "No, the plumbing is everything to me, the nipple battlefield is where you all go, people always want to go back, and I was not born a warrior."

Alan Baier said suddenly. "You were born as a plumbing engineer, your fingers, your body are all born for such a thing, but do you want to accept this fate? If you can do more things for the emperor, do you still want to escape? ?”

"You have better places, not here."

"Where is it then? Death and war as you call the future?" he asked.

Alan Baier replied. "It's a struggle. In this dark universe, if you can't fight, human beings will lose their value completely. The emperor is looking forward to the struggle, and the subspace is also there, and the aliens are also there, even fellow human beings."

"And you can raise the gun and kill the enemy, isn't it fun to hide here? Raitlings are heroes with sniper rifles!"

"Just like your ancestors, join the Imperial Guard."

"With your help, we can walk through the complicated passages and drive directly to the void shield generator!"

"So what? I'm just an engineer, Lieutenant Colonel, you're mistaken!" the Raitlin retorted.

Alan Baier said. "I didn't. It's just that you're scared. The pipeline is warm and safe, and you obviously have the ability to escape to the liberated area, but you didn't even leave until the onset of scurvy. You take this narrow place too seriously."

The words became more intense and contradictory, and the Raitlings must also realize that the empire needs him. At this moment, the idea of ​​leaving really came into his mind, but when his plush fingers touched the vertical pipe connecting the first floor to the second floor, That thought stopped suddenly.

"I'll go up, get the rope down, you climb out, that's all, our cooperation is over."

The stars were agitating, but he rejected the restless invitation again, willing to hand over the blood and revenge to outsiders. Alan Baier has realized that the Ratman in front of him is worthless, and the Emperor does not need him.

He holds the rope. "So far..."

"Everyone rushed upwards, we entered the second floor, and I would like to thank the fellow Sterling people for their help, so that the war can go smoothly."

"salute!"

The people of Skadi raised their arms in salute, and then crawled up extremely quickly and skillfully, leaving only the silent and cold inside of the pipeline, the faint reflection under the light of promethium, and an abrupt, ding-dong, metal object The sound of landing.

cried the Sterling. "Your things are missing!" Then he climbed up the tunnel and came to the edge of his hometown, above the stairs on the second floor, and saw the leftover thing, the deflagration carbine with a scope, the beautiful silver-white killing machine, What made him feel nostalgic, that is, in the blood, the nostalgia of the ancestors...

As Alan Baier said, his ancestors were snipers on the battlefield, and when he saw a weapon with a sight, the burning emotion of working for the Emperor was rekindled.

With his eyes closed, he didn't know the strange feeling in his heart. As an untouchable and a mutant, he was destined to have nowhere to go. Of course, he didn't know that he was an untouchable, but he was born to be excluded by society and the crowd. Madness is the Emperor's gift.

What the hell is he living for... When the Skadi saluted him, he also felt for the first time that dopamine rush that humans get when they help others, which made him addicted and made him aware.

What is the similarity between him and the group of people in front of him...

And Alan Bayer is very clear that they are all the sad descendants of their own nation, but there is a slight gap between being on the verge of extinction and being doomed to extinction. Their prayers are also the same, which is to avenge the culprit who caused this incident.

But their actions were different, dodging and attacking, which made the Raitlin feel his own weakness and insignificance. He untied the waterproof bag and drank the sweet vitamin supplement, but he looked at the darkness and strangeness in the distance, and there was no Hidden pipeline, lost in confusion.

But the sudden breeze danced into the pipe, and the slight propulsion made the Sterling forward involuntarily. His toes touched the cold wall of the pipe, and he realized that both his home and the unknown place were different. same.

"Ha... so boring..." He laughed suddenly, his furry cheeks looked a bit cautious, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a weird smile, then he used his hands and feet, and moved forward very quickly to find the whereabouts of the imperial guards.

The souls who are active in this dark universe have their roots buried in the struggle for their own race. Since the ancient Terra era of human civilization, the country, race, and survival, civilization, and race have not changed. .

If invaded, if war is needed, then war, if revenge is needed, take up arms and guns, peace and revenge without sacrifice are worthless, victory without struggle is a handout, that's what the Imperial Guard was built for, regardless of this No matter how dark the universe is, that won't change.

The rustling sound was transmitted through the pipe, and the servant team patrolling the second floor noticed this situation. During their firm and unified actions, the captain suddenly stopped.

"Aural sensor detects anomalies,"

"No. d274748, go to inspect the pipeline."

Because of the hugeness of the Tower of Almighty, if you want to maintain enough oxygen supply, you need a huge ventilation system and piping system that can accommodate the human body, so this has also become the core observation point of the Mechanicus patrolling, and there are many routine inspections, but Most of the sounds are made by mutated giant rodents.

The mechanical servant of the Mechanicus still tirelessly repeated such actions. He bent his body, and the titanium alloy multifunctional tool on his arm was driven by the engine, quickly opening the complex metal grille of the ventilation duct.

"Start the examination, praise the algebra..." He bent down his body, the metal mask was expressionless, just like his modified brain, there was no expression anymore, but the Mechanicus Servant was not completely without thoughts.

His raw material still remains many personal, innocuous little habits and so on, and some imperial scholars believe that the neuron replacement system cannot completely obliterate feelings, but only formats the brain. When enough exciting things happen, those feelings will reappear. Although probably only for a moment.

At this moment, the servitor clearly yelled in fear. He saw a human face flashing past, and then his whole body was pulled towards the ventilation duct by a huge force. His metal body completely pressed against the opening of the ventilation duct, moving No, but the arm was clamped by a strong force.

Let him recall, that was the overwhelming feeling that the lathe gave him when his remodeling operation was in progress.

Such a situation awakened his emotions. In the heart-piercing screams, the electromagnetic gun arm on his arm was grabbed by the palm of a human being, and then the iron sheet on it was forcibly pulled off by the human finger, and the electromagnetic gun arm on his arm was mechanically triggered. Its shot.

Promethium drove the flame energy to shoot at his teammates. His sensor kept sending out red warnings, emphasizing that he was attacking by friendly forces, but he couldn't resist that kind of power. "Dodge! Dodge, pay attention to dodge! There are enemies!"

"What are you doing! No. d274748! Put down your weapon, make a mandatory agreement, shut down...!" The captain of the Alpha level enforced it to a normal level, as if the servitor deliberately shot it with a dark green electromagnetic gun!

"I can't control myself, sir, I can't..." But before he could finish his words, the skitarii of the Mechanicus had already opened fire, and the uranium flintlock gun instantly smashed the heads of the inferior products that fired at will, so that they would not hinder The arrival of the god of all opportunities.

But when those machine servants were relieved, more crazy shootings followed one after another. Such an attack completely cut off the less intelligent and sensitive mechanical circuits of the machine servants. This is how passive they are when dealing with highly adaptable troops like the Skadi.

Even if they racked their brains for engine oil, they couldn't figure out why the dead machine servant could still shoot, and it was even more impossible for them to think that a human could hold the machine servant's body and physically control him.

Such chaos caused them to shoot disorderly, so that other troops patrolling this corridor area were also affected. The servants quickly realized that someone had defected, and the next step was simply to follow its system design, invaders, betrayal Those who die without mercy.

This kind of logical design error is infinitely magnified without the command of a sage, commonly known as a bug. In this dark 40th millennium, people have to face this situation.

It is impossible for human beings to regain the AI ​​technology of the Dark Ages, so such a situation will easily appear in the Legion of the High Mechanicism. Checking algebra, praising the God of Myriad Machines, raising guns, betraying the supreme will to friends, death is not a pity .

Small conflicts gradually turned into shooting at each other, and then turned into larger attacks, which were judged by the system as quite serious incidents of resistance.

And the culprit in the pipeline also watched with relish watching this group of machine servants made of pure gold from the empire play the killing and eating chicken competition.

"Fight, beat more fiercely, it's best not to leave one." Alan Baier even wanted to take out the can and eat while looking at it.

Mechanics teach fear to give their own creations enough intelligence, so the price is like this. Just a small act of confusion can make the code of this group of machines wrong and unconscious.

How could this group of bug-like machines protect the empire from the enemies of the empire?
Seeing the more and more happy machine servants eating chickens in the periphery, this area was plunged into the flames of war, and the Imperial Guard estimated when they could go out to enjoy their achievements, but the intense suppression of thermal weapons of incineration cannons and bursting cannons suddenly appeared.

"The Destruction Treaty has been activated." Scartlan made a restless voice. Normally, they can only speak binary language. Obviously, their intelligence has been transformed and strengthened. Their huge bodies, gray and white color schemes, and gear symbols painted on their chests, five Two units are equipped with melee power fists, and three units are equipped with fire suppression.

The imperial guards immediately fell silent, crawling on the pipe like poisonous snakes.

And the next time, the chicken eating became meaningless in an instant. The shooting of the servants was reflected by the offset stance brought by the combat robots left over from the dark age, and even became the thing that killed them.

The intense firepower of the three robots is even more terrifying. The dense firepower network bursts out in the narrow tunnel, and the power can dent the adamantine layer. In just a moment, the chaos created by the imperial guards is extinguished.

After those "Dabai" left, Alan Baier looked at the devastated ground and the wreckage of dead machine servants, and had to comment.

"It's just that the flames can't be controlled anymore. If you want to burn an area, should you use a nuclear bomb to extinguish it?"

said the sergeant. "Traitors can't tolerate betrayal, it's the same thing, it's ironic."

Alan Baier sighed. "If the Ratlings continue to help us, we can avoid the attack of those monster iron men."

But the sergeant said. "Don't talk about that stinky bastard, he can live a good life, but he keeps rejecting us."

Alan Bair said. "Living to die is not for everyone."

But a sharp voice answered. "That's right, but I'm that kind of person, thank you for your gift, and I agree to the invitation of the Imperial Guard, I will take you to the place you expect." Appearing at the position of the pipeline where the Imperial Guards will pass, the furry face said with a smile.

Alan Baier was not surprised, he just said. "Welcome to join the team. You can join the army as a first-class soldier. Based on your performance this time, maybe you can be in a high position."

Leitlins are just that. "Food and lodging are included."

(End of this chapter)