Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #133 - Chapter 126 “Date” with the Mechanicus

The burning earth was filled with asphalt and strong acid. That world was once a place full of minerals. Although the atmosphere was modified after the Adeptus Mechanicus settled in, the air there was absolutely safe and loyal, and could be produced by endless excavation. The exhaust gas makes it a living hell.

There is no planetary governor in a forge world. Her master is usually a mechanical sage, called the foundry director. What can be built in that world depends on what the person has in his mind, but that forge world is not very distinctive. Something like some scary dark age technology.

That forge world is completely used to produce the standard equipment of the Astra Militarum, that is, carapace armor, hell guns, Hydra tanks and other things. Compared with many awesome fourth-level tax-free forge worlds, just give it to me if you have nothing to do. Battleships and Titans, where the level is the majority of the Empire.

It is commonly known as the Crack Forge. The standard mechanical name of the Mechanicus, Alan Bair, cannot be pronounced. The Gothic name recorded by the empire is Pan Lan.

That world does not have a long history, but it still supports large and small supplies for the entire Pangia sub-sector, from transport vehicles used by civilians to the Imperial Guard’s cannons. Although it cannot produce Lemanus, it is lightweight. , for example, Kane’s favorite Salamander Tank is easily accessible, and the Sentinel is also one of the main output in this world.

It can be said that the empire can do without her, but not the Pangia sub-sector. Because of subspace, Ruming has been in a quite independent state since she was blocked in that star system. The Mechanicus does not recognize the temporary command of the Lieutenant General and does not need it. Food provided by John Dehn.

The population of that world has at least 3 mechanical transformations of eating gods. The demand for source of energy crystals, promethium, and oil is greater than that of normal human food, and the starch blocks produced by the synthesis of promethium can also meet the needs of slave workers.

As it turns out, there are tens of billions of modified humans living in the hive city (hive city), which is as dense as an ant’s nest and has many defects adjacent to it, east of Alan Bair, and there are countless members of the Mechanicus.

In other words, it is not a good job to be stationed there. The firepower of the Adeptus Mechanicus cannot be used by the Imperial Guard for no reason. And I went to the nearest supply point and there was no food…

Starch block.

As the elite of the empire, the Imperial Guard must have priority for supplies. When the orcs join there, the transportation lines have been opened up. That star system and the surrounding 13 human worlds are all trading with each other, and there will be no shortage of food, so that Forge World seems to be more demanding.

The traitors cannot ignore the undercurrent of the subspace. They can come in, and the Imperial Guard called by Alan Bair can do it, so the current focus is not to hold on and find ways to hold on.

There are three highly modified mobile asteroids in the void of that world that can travel at sub-light speeds as fire support. There are many Imperial and Ork warships as the main force. The pressure on the Imperial Guard is actually not very great.

The void is vast. After the Imperial forces blockade Mandeville Point, the traitors must conquer the world one by one in order to gain strategic advantage, because they need to rely on those Imperial worlds as supply points and jumping points to reduce the burden of long-term navigation.

If you want to describe it vividly, in that star system, the Red Pirates of Ming are like empty buildings without foundations. Although they are huge and tall, they have not stood firm and asked the Astra Militarum to protect the border. They cannot use Pangia The sub-star area serves as a springboard into the core of the extreme star field.

The task is difficult, but the reality is not so. The Imperial Guard must put themselves in the most dangerous places to allow the huge empire to continue to survive.

Alan Bair took a sip of Dong’s coffee and breathed in the first breath of Adeptus Mechanicus-style air after Dong’s transport plane. It smelled so bad that if any environmentalists from the Ancient Terra era had seen that thing, they would have fainted.

The thick smoke is filled with yellow mist, and the mountains are composed of cities that stand straight in the clouds. Transport planes like flocks of birds are flying in and out of the sky. The number has not been reduced. If there is no subspace obstruction, it will be covered there. The sky and the moon are covered by transport planes, because that is the Starport East, the richest area in the world.

The machine slaves of Bu Nao have done a good job in dealing with the problem of shortage and inequality. The machine slaves basically have a salary, a job.

Their brains were lobotomized, emotional suppression devices were installed, and if they needed to make sounds, the vocal cords in their throats were cut out and replaced with mouth shutters and grilles that amplified the sound.

With that spirit of transformation, the Mechanicus has almost always been an inhuman thing from the present to the east.

“It’s not easy to do, that crappy mission.” Alan Bair complained. He was walking in the transport vehicle prepared by the Adeptus Mechanicus for the Astra Militarum. He was surrounded by senior Imperial officers and several members of the Skadi Sole Regiment. The soldier serves as a guard, and the high-grade synthetic material on the seat makes him feel more comfortable, and the driver is almost integrated with the vehicle. It looks like a horror movie.

If his twisted body was still covered in the red robe of the Mechanicus, it would be hard to imagine that such a thing could be called a Mechanicus Priest. And could you notice Alan Bair’s impolite gaze, his protruding mechanical eyeballs at this moment? Reach out, like a snail, then twist back…

“Read the database and check. Is there anything you can do? Mr. Alan Bair, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard.”

Those trembling, squirming, mechanically moving tentacles in the narrow vehicle space really make people wonder whether they have arrived in subspace.

Alan Bair coughed. “How long does it take to arrive at the station?”

replied the priest. “Estimated: three hours, forty-two minutes and twelve seconds later.”

Alan Beyer replied. “Thank you, continue my work and praise Om Messiah.”

replied the priest. “Praise be to Om Messiah!”

As an Imperial Guard, Alain Bair now seeks to meet the Forgemaster (Forgemaster), who rules both that world and the Skitarii, but remember, the Skitarii are not PDFs, but actual terrifying cyborgs. A terrifying military organization.

The only thing that made Alan Bayer feel relaxed was that the priest girl in his regiment joined the team there as a diplomat, and that her method of communicating with her fellow villagers was incomprehensible to outsiders.

“10101100111111110000. Start, Enzan Protocol, 100011111011111110000000…” She was in the passenger seat, her highly modified body chanting…

“Agree, activate the agreement, and praise the God of all opportunities. 1010010101010010101010100000111111…”

Although I don’t know if there is a saying in the world that you can drive without being distracted and without being distracted, maybe their prayers can make the car more stable. Anyway, looking at the old man and the car, it looks like Picasso is painting on his body. It looks like there won’t be an accident.

Probably, maybe…

“The bells tolled 12 times, praising the Ohm Messiah, Mr. Alan Baier, they have arrived.” At the end of the long, long, smelly and damn bumpy road, Alan Baier had fallen asleep, and the machine taught them Without breathing, they have no idea how bad it smells.

He patted the wrinkled military uniform and cursed and commented. “He will report the matter to the founding governor. Toji, he begs the transport plane to carry him.”

The mechanical priest answered. “Thank you for the suggestion, compatriot, compatriot, compatriot…” He was stuck. It seemed that the sentence was incomprehensible to him, which made Alan Bayer a little angry and wanted to give the head of that “alien”-like “human” One shot.

When the broken car left quickly, I had to admit that the Mechanicus’ research on human comfort was probably equivalent to the Middle Ages of Ancient Terra. It was enough to be in a usable state. After finally returning to the ground, the senior officers of the Imperial Guard all He lowered his head and held his thighs.

They are numb, and there is a comfortable walking mat in that place. If you walk for a long time, you will feel that the blood is not flowing. I don’t know what those people think. The whole such a small space is for senior officers of the Imperial Guard to walk. Of course, can they also walk in it? express their dissatisfaction.

The Adeptus Mechanicus has a fairly independent existence outside the Empire. If the attack had not come, the Imperial Guard would not be able to get close to it at all. In other words, they hate flesh and blood mortals disturbing their lives and interfering in their world, even with the powerful firepower of the Imperial Guard. , cocoa destroys there.

Those motor oil guys keep saying that they have no emotions and desires every day. From the bottom of their hearts, they are the most greedy people. Because of their transformation, everything they lack has turned into a desire for knowledge, religious expectations, and 12 bells. ?

Human souls are engraved with emotions, and they will never erase them all. The ruthlessness they say does not cover up their weakness. The Imperial Guard is not the backbone of human beings. At most, they are mechanical genitals or something.

Alan Bayer muttered to himself that he didn’t like those oil guys. Although they once represented the truth of the empire, they denied the existence of gods and ghosts. Their desire for knowledge made them no longer human, but they were still greedy.

At this moment, the group of people followed the machine slave eastward. When walking up the brown stairs made of lead plates, the first thing that caught his attention was the strong smell of sulfur. The sponge was moistened with sulfur and promethium and stuffed into your face.

The scorching hot air was like the stinky farts constantly emitted by the furnace itself, sending the rolling heat waves from the factory in the east to the imperial officers through the surrounding foul-smelling air.

‘Phosphine means exhaust gas emissions, flesh and blood. ” said the leading servitor, the unique mechanical sound and the damn sound effect of his silencer passing through the grille momentarily distracting Alan Bair.

Even though he had been warned in advance, he was choked and coughed, and then felt that he was almost suffocating. Only then did he start to really envy the respirators worn by the Tau warriors.

The journey to the east was not necessarily long, and their destination was, not surprisingly… a church.

The big golden clock, the huge gears, and the gap between the gears is enough to fit a Lemanus. It looks like a huge monster-level creation, but Alan Bayer can’t tell what that thing is for. , the Mechanicus obviously has the ability to make more advanced power transmission equipment, but they still have a soft spot for gears and pistons.

He walked in front of the huge metal door, which was carved with countless exquisite things. A huge monster was stationed next to it. He held a power spear on his leg, and his body was like an Ogryn. A huge medicine jar hung on his body, and his flesh and blood were abnormal. of expansion.

“Welcome.” He hummed to greet them through the sound-producing device in a unique plain tone, while his legs simultaneously performed the cogwheel leg posture that was widely loved by the followers of the Machine God. “He is the infantry battalion of Fikundia, the bishop’s guard, the centurion Quibo (jb).”

A Kistali, it is obvious that the body is highly modified, it is difficult to imagine what the Mechanicus thinks of human flesh and blood, a burden?

Alan Bair coughed. “They asked to see the governor.”

Mr. Kipo lowered his head, and binary flashed in his eyes. If that light was not binary, would Alan Bayer feel that way? He should be thinking anyway?

Under the attention of many Imperial officers, any Astra Militarum would feel nervous, but Mr. Nokibo stayed there for half a minute before speaking, and answered with that unique mechanical voice.

“He didn’t get the permission and apply.”

“My team, please leave without permission.”

Alan Bayer instantly felt as if he had been blocked on the website in his previous life, and he rubbed the tip of his nose. “He walked for five hours and was so tired that he begged to die. Do you understand? I don’t want to waste his time. If I don’t want my world to be ruined by heretics.”

At this moment, the priest girl suddenly said. “Sir, to be precise, they walked for about four hours, fifty-three minutes, and seven seconds.”

Alan Bayer frowned. When did she have such a sense of humor? “Well, that’s not the point. The point is, he applied for a visit.”

Mr. Kibo lowered his head again, and after an obvious pause, he answered. “Visit, failed, casting director, refused your meeting.”

Alan Bayer really doubted whether that guy was connected to the Internet. He was really a little unbearable because of that insignificant iron man. He waved his leg. “Well, Sergeant, give him my scythe.”

Then the soldiers of Skadi’s only regiment handed over their weapons in a polite manner, and Alan Bair waved the weapon in front of the big lump in front of him.

“A relic of the Dark Ages, high technology, equipped with a destruction stance generator, used to process crops.”

The big horse is answering. “Visit, apply, please please please…”

“fail.”

Alan Bayer frowned and took out his pistol. “A relic of the Dark Ages, it is compatible with melt, heat rays, lasers, most known measurable weapon firing forms, and can launch small hydrogen bombs alone.”

Kipoma was replying. “Visit, apply, succeed.”

A voice came from behind the huge metal door. It was an old, mechanically synthesized voice, but it could not conceal its excitement. “Sir, Lieutenant Colonel of Skadi’s only regiment, please come in, please come in. According to the visit agreement, your weapons will be collected by the servitor… ahem, kept for safekeeping.”

Alan Bair walked into the door and answered. “Fuck me, M, I’m here to save me or go through the process with me. If you want a relic, you have to spend money to buy it. Let’s mark the price clearly!”

The old guy behind the communicator answered. “Then, please come in and let them have a little chat about the heretic invasion. How many throne coins can you sell your relics for?”

The other officers looked at each other. They thought they should be shut out, but that one seemed… Could he have gone to rob a tomb?

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