Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 179 Scartland, the Last Legacy of the Dark Ages
During this time, Alan Baier often looked at the pocket watch he brought out from the camp...

The Leitlings shuttled through the dark pipeline lightly, without even needing light, just like fish in the deep sea.

He often touches the joint of the pipe with his fingers, and then he is confident. When Alan Bayer lights up the lamp to illuminate the place where he touches, he realizes that it is not witchcraft, but a inheritance from generation to generation. The small text is only the size of a thumb, hidden in the corner of the pipe.

"What is this, a strange symbol, like..." It is difficult for Alan Bayer to describe such a thing, but he probably knows that it is an image similar to a QR code, which is complex, dense, and has a lot of information. Probably something a human can read.

said the Raitlin. "This is the language of the people of the pipeline. It is different from Gothic. This is something that belongs to us alone."

Alan Baier noticed something was wrong. "Writing? Do you all have a culture independent of the mainstream social atmosphere within the empire?"

"Then..." A terrible thought flashed through his mind. "The population when this place is full of people..."

The Raitlin replied. "About 300 million."

Alan Bair commented. "Another big sum, which has not yet been calculated." He sighed a little, the history of Terra he experienced was only thousands of years, when this narrow channel can enable such a large number of lives to establish a small unique civilization, he Those "great" and "advanced" in the previous life are nothing at this moment.

And his world is still full of contradictions because of race, gender, and sexual orientation. At the end of this dark No. 40 millennium, human beings have overcome those problems early, but many people commented that this era is "backward".

There is no difference between human beings being backward and advanced, only the difference in strength and plundering ability. If the empire can restore the technology of the dark age and have the psychic attainments of the Eldar, then the human beings of this era must become the masters of the galaxy.

Although he is smart, he has never dared to be superior, the gods are laughing evilly, the emperor is tired, and human beings are in a precarious era, so...

The Skadi people heard a buzzing noise coming from the end of the tunnel at this moment, and they all knew that the destination was coming.

Alan Baier put away his thoughts and turned off the lights, only the faint light came from outside the grille at the end of the passage.

Kaka, the sound of metal and energy batteries colliding with each other and the faint breath of promethium announced the warning of war, the feeling of heart pounding, the blood and the instinct of struggle are buried in the essence of life.

Their own emperor is in their hearts, clamoring, asking them to shoot at the enemy of mankind, whether it is a Sterling or a Skadi, if the light shines on their faces at this moment, their expressions at this moment are definitely A grin, a hideous grin.

The sweet taste of revenge is addictive. Those who have tasted war are also cursed. They will fall into weakness and mental breakdown when they leave the battlefield. Only by constantly fighting and fighting can you feel alive. In this dark galaxy, let the war The flame burns with light until it can take the place of the stars, heat and light.

Action, shooting a deflagration from the pipe, the Sterling man is just like his ancestors. Years of life in the pipe made his eyes more sensitive, and the shooting feel and movement are more like engraved in his DNA, genes, in life.

The silenced muzzle of the deflagration gun was emitting red light. The Sterling's shooting, the shooting that started in his life, the shooting with resentment and death, made his slender plush arms tremble constantly. The sergeant patted his Shoulders, his whole body almost jumped up in the narrow part of the pipe.

"Recruit, how do you feel?" The non-commissioned officer asked him, and the Sterling gasped, looking at the engine oil flowing out of the pipe, which was bright red like blood. "It's cool...it's so cool, so those high and mighty things are so weak?"

"I want to win, I want to win, and I want revenge, sir!" He didn't feel that he was "killing someone" at all, but the pleasure brought by the successful sniping secreted strong dopamine, making this guy curled up in the tunnel almost addicted.

And that kind of madness did not make the imperial guards feel fear. After the sound of warning from the other side of the pipe, the vigorous cheetahs stopped pretending to be mice. The liquid spilled out of the hydraulic pipes and wet the metal ground.

"Area security."

Alan Bair ordered. "Start installing melta bombs, these are the last two rounds, make sure the void shield collapses."

When Alan Baier left the pipeline, the long-lost glare made him close his eyes slightly. A huge and familiar void generator was in front of him. It was designed like a reverse table, and the front part was inlaid with energy-providing gems. , This valuable thing should be destroyed by himself, Alan Bayer still can't bear it.

This huge creation that existed since the beginning of the dark age has been working day and night in this huge, sunless room. The smell of promethium fuel fills the place protected by pure gold.

Blow it up, start an all-out war, claim this world, pledge your allegiance to the Emperor, and move forward in peace.

The Raitlings ensured that this place would not be detected by psychic powers. The matter had been settled, and there was no doubt about its success. Alan Byer was sure that he was blessed by the Emperor, at least this operation was blessed by the Emperor.

Soldiers approaching the roaring void shield, this is the opening song of the war. Melting will change the current passive situation of the Imperial Guard, and the huge firepower generated by the powerful ground-shaking cannon will destroy this high tower with a history of thousands of years. The scientific research base has existed for too long. Although it is a pity to die from the betrayal of heresy, various problems within it have long existed.

The pipes are old, the foundation is sunken, and although the adamantium on the walls is still strong, it is only a matter of time before it collapses. The imperial guards are only ahead of schedule, and the death of the once loyal Tower of God.

The Sterling people still cherish this place, and the place where all his memories are gathered, the place where he was caught in the center of the storm of war, is his hometown.

"I have nothing left, Lieutenant Colonel, I didn't expect that I helped others to destroy her." Sterling sighed.

Alan Baier said. "You've got a new home, let it go, people have to move on, the way we're used to."

Sterling sat on the ground, raised his thighs in boredom, and took out the treasure in his pocket. It was a crumpled smoke ring. He lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, and exhaled a big white smoke ring . "Yeah, it's over, thank you, Lieutenant Colonel, now I have a new family member, what's her name?" The powerful Skadi uses a sniper deflagration gun.

Alan Bair said. "There is no name, you come and get it."

Sterling said. "How about Bag End, my dream is to have a cave of my own, warm, with a stove and food, beds and happiness, with fields at the door, where I can bask in the wind and sunshine."

Alan Baier thought for a while. "It's a good name, but reality and dreams seem to be very different. If one day the war that burns the galaxy ends, we can also make everyone have their own bag bottom hole. Maybe when the emperor stands up from the throne, Even giants can retire, demigods can gather in taverns to drink, become teachers, artists, merchants..."

"And now, all we can do is to win, to win in this almost doomsday-like despair, to make the heretics tremble and the aliens fear." The sergeant emphasized.

The engineering group also reports. "It has been installed and can be started, let's retreat..."

Buzzing, buzzing, the door made of fine gold suddenly opened slowly, and the imperial guards fell silent instantly, hiding in the complicated piping system or behind the bunker like insects.

Five huge mechanical creations with a height of four to five meters slowly walked in here. The sound of their feet stomping was almost like an earthquake, and the sense of oppression was stronger than that of the space warriors.

And Alan Bayer was hiding behind the restless promethium generator, and those soulless mechanical monsters kept moving forward.

"Investigation, patrol, protocol activation, request for permission, buzzing..."

Alan Bayer watched them approaching slowly. If nothing else happened, they relied on electronic psionic remote control like the servants, so as long as they were close to the Leitlings, they would enter a short stagnation. Then switch to the state of destruction, endlessly deal with any living creature.

It lasts until their energy is used up. This is also the last insurance designed by the Mechanicum to drive this group of iron men, and it is the reason why Alan Bayer is not afraid of these iron men.

A thing without intelligence is not even as good as a machine servant, as long as its controller does not command them, then it is scrap iron.

All the technology of the Dark Ages is gone!It's time for the Imperial Guard!

The 60 elites raised their weapons, wary of those monsters approaching. When the iron man group approached, Alan Byer could feel the heartbeat of the Raitlings almost roaring to the point of being faintly visible. "Calm down, recruit, it's nothing but iron skin." He proclaimed those few consolations to the poor demihuman, and watched the things approach.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

arrive!Five meters!
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No loss of control or loss of purpose, they are still moving forward, Alan Baier can't understand how this stupid technology is possible without floppy input and psionic control, without the help of data artisans...

A crazy thought flashed through his mind, that is, these iron men are... AI!

"Impossible, but..." The enemy continued to move forward, and Alan Bayer suddenly rushed out of the bunker, raised his power sickle, and with great force resisted a melee iron man using a power fist.

"Ah!" he shouted, and Iron Man answered at once as the scythe's ruinous stand hummed.

"Start, self-defense protocol." It made a defensive posture, resisting all the power of Alan Bayer, the iron man next to him raised his weapon and shot at him, while the Skadi immediately stood up, and countless beams suddenly attacked.

"Qi..." Those iron men saw the attack, and before they could read the protocol to activate the protective shield, they triggered the deflection shield around them.

Alan Baier showed a terrible smile, looking at the thing wrestling with him in front of him. "Artificial intelligence, I didn't expect it to exist, iron people! Hiding in the dark of the empire, did you crawl out with the heretics at this moment?!"

The robot in front of him suddenly showed a humanized expression of fear, and his strength also weakened instantly. When he was pushed backwards, he muttered in an inconceivably emotionless tone. "How, how is it possible, human beings..." He also uttered intermittent but accurate Gothic, and looked at the imperial officer in front of him in surprise.

"Cover me! Cover me! My fellow citizens!"

Those robots raised their weapons and eagerly shot at Alan Byer, but their weapons were quickly absorbed by Alan Byer's personal void shield. When they planned to use the incendiary cannon to overload the shield, they took the responsibility for the attack. The offset shield also reached its limit at this moment.

Dozens of laser beams shot at their bodies, and the intense energy of the heat rays instantly tore away the thick ceramic-steel mixed armor, exposing the complex circuit system underneath.

Those robots could only hide in the bunker quickly, but their huge bodies always made them ignore their whole bodies, constantly increasing armor wounds.

The melee Scartlan robot that was hit was pushed towards the void shield generator by Alan Bayer, its thick foot armor drew deep marks on the ground, and the destructive positions touched each other, fireworks and buzzing The buzzing sound was enough to make a mortal's head bleed and his eyes go blind, but Alan Baier just stared at the iron man's eyes.

Iron Man's intelligence program kept shouting. "Not human, not human, what are you?!"

Alan Baier cursed. "I am the nightmare of relics like you! Die for the crime of destroying the greatest history of mankind! Heresy!"

Whoosh, whoosh, the incendiary cannon behind the robot gathered energy to emit a dark green light, which hit Alan Baier's face in an instant. The violent energy made the void shield emit a strong light, and then the powerful personal shield The bright light on the shield dissipated.

"Successful overload, mortal, goodbye." Iron Man showed clear emotions, he no longer suppressed himself, he wanted to win, no matter when, whenever.

The energy burned up, and the energy in the black muzzle gathered from the weapon carried behind it, and the heat turned it red, and Alan Baier had only two choices, to be beaten to disability, or even die, or to hide, let this The artificial intelligence squad has no loss to reorganize the front.

This group of smart robots obviously suffered from Alan Bayer's surprise attack and their lack of physical strength. If they regroup, the Imperial Guard will cause losses. This is something he can't bear. Even if he loses an arm, he This commander machine must also be killed!

When Iron Man shoots, heat flashes for a moment, but after a moment, the heat rays penetrate the heat that has just gathered at the muzzle of the gun, and then the chamber explodes. Iron Man's internal system overflows countless engine oil from the gaps in the armor due to the backlash of heat.

And the Sterlings raised their carbine, proving that there is no problem with their joining, which is one of the wisest decisions of Alan Bayer!

Next, all the grievances and grievances of Iron Man's rebellion so far have been stacked on Alan Baier. Those resentment and revenge mentality have focused the thoughts of countless heroic spirits in human history who want to liquidate Iron Man's sins, making them resonate and powerful, until mortals actually really Press Iron Man onto the pre-loaded melta bomb!

"No!" The robot wailed, and then a violent flash appeared, like a falling star, so beautiful...

(End of this chapter)