Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #58 - Chapter 58 Relics of the Dark Ages

When the news of the attack on the recovery team reached the one-eyed man, a huge machine had been erected in the noisy greenskin camp. It was a terrifying monster with sharp teeth, a twisted appearance, yellow paint, huge cannons and gears, and the one-eyed man was not watching from the east, but walking in it.

His head was opened by the mad doctor, and the bloody brain nerves were directly connected to the body of the giant machine. Now he was the giant machine.

There were hundreds of fear cans next to the war machine that was as big as all the beasts in human records. It turned out that all the orcs in that world were working together.

But the one-eyed man was not satisfied. Even though his gear boy and the technical master were already firing at full power, the east-layer heat dissipation pipe of the ancient giant machine had no reinforced protective net at this moment.

But that was not the most important thing. Any core protection of the giant beast was draining the wealth of the shrimp city. Those things would be enough for him to buy more valuable things if they were exchanged for teeth. He kept them because he knew that all the good things were there.

And that huge shiny elevator looked like it was worth a lot of teeth. The one-eyed man was already impatient with the voice in his head, and he felt that his neural unit was completely connected to the mecha.

The previous madness expanded again, making him unable to suppress it. The one-eyed man shouted through the Maoge mecha in a rough voice, and the huge voice could fill the entire greenskin camp.

“Boys, get going!”

Countless war engines, coupled with long-range orc rocket launchers, rumbled towards the original gathering place of humans. The huge void shield was just a toy in front of the ancient giant machine. Such a terrible thing was easy for the orcs to make without a design…

It can be said that in the vast galaxy, nothing is more terrible than the united orcs. If there is, it is probably the human empire during the Great Crusade and the Eldar in its heyday.

But the one-eyed man had other ideas. Instead of charging with liquid brain, he needed to overload the void shield, and then let countless fear cans give the enemy despair. Yes, he wanted to oppress those shrimps. It was too meaningless to destroy them instantly. He wanted to see if the shrimps would give him another surprise.

At this moment, in the human camp, in the dark universe, the hope of weak humans is probably a two-part series of heroes and sacrifices. The monotonous rhythm composes the most magnificent and heroic story, but the two songs are always complementary. The reason why heroes are great is because of countless sacrifices.

The reason why sacrifices are useful is because of wise heroes.

But few people care about the psychological state of heroes. They are neither benchmarks nor the most responsible people in the universe. Billions of people in the vast starry sky rely on such hymns to continue to the future, and when such a responsibility falls on an individual, he is actually one step away from madness.

Fortunately, Ailanbair has people who understand him, but their worries are a bit unnecessary now. He keeps explaining that he just “thinks in the way of greenskins” and has not become an alien.

But his appearance just now really scared the fourth row of elites.

No matter how Ailanbair explains his situation, they still show their incomprehension that a human can operate greenskin creations, until the field doctor uses his own leg skills to confirm that his skull is still pure.

He can listen to the state church priests singing and praying to give the blade, so that they can bathe in the fragrance, but Ailan’s heart is all dependent on the elevator left over from the damn dark technological era, and he can’t get away because of those superstitious things.

When the loyal ballads appear with incense burning and prayers, Ailanbair can wait quietly.

“Praise the Emperor, when the silver star rises and shines on the bottom of the abyss, your light ripples, and the traitors die of shame, sighing that it is too late for their loyalty.”

“Your great power is here, in etiquette, in comparison, and in the wings of loyalty!”

“Driving in the endless darkness but not drowning, the light ripples, praise the Emperor’s wings!”

The long prayer finally ended, Ailanbaier lay on the high ground of the camp, watching the green pickup truck slowly loading the goods, and many residents were impressed by his admiring eyes.

At this moment, the production lines were humming, and the promethium source power production line was gradually started. In the dark forty thousand years, people still lingered on the ground of that world.

Some people commented that being alive is a gift from the Emperor, and some people said that death is a relief, but Ailanbaier hopes to win, with a crazy victory over the thousands of difficulties in the damn galaxy.

In the distance, a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared, and then it came very quickly, hitting the void shield in an instant, making an annoying roar, like thunder and lightning, causing the civilians who had not been evacuated completely in the hive to dodge in surprise.

“What’s the situation?” Alan Baier asked the person next to him.

The staff officer answered immediately. “Damn alien.”

They felt it at the moment of the attack, and it was not the case in reality. War is always sudden and fleeting.

Before the void shield was hit by powerful firepower, the Astra Militarum had a long time to deploy. If the enemy’s artillery firepower was too strong, the staff officer could turn on the communicator and notify Lieutenant Colonel Avada in the most vague voice to carry out rear destruction.

In the pipeline of the hive city, Lieutenant Colonel Catachan turned off the communicator and sighed. He had trained dozens of soldiers who looked like Astra Militarum to be like Catachan. If he had never seen a forest, there would be endless green skins and scrap metal.

Ailan Baier turned on the radio and shouted to his soldiers, “Fourth row, very mobile, assemble, they go to look for the treasure.”

“Meeting point…”

“Sacred Stairs.”

The huge staircase to the sky, a terrifying ancient creation made of translucent crystals, is large enough to hold a football field. The lifting mechanism can silently transport tens of thousands of people through the hive city, but if tens of millions of people are not transported and wars continue, Let that loyal machine gradually become overwhelmed.

A large amount of hardware has been replaced by the Mechanicus, and there is even no original thing, but its distance is still unclear. The stc of that great thing has been lost over a long time. If it is shown that humans can do it, There is a constant, ongoing process of extending the life of that poor machine.

The huge steel gate guards the entrance to the elevator, and the skeletons representing loyalty stare at the thousands of poor civilians walking inside. They are pressed and transported like pigs and dogs, and squeezed into the already overcrowded upper level.

The arrival of Alan Bayer disrupted the tragic rhythm. The soldiers of the Astra Militarum saluted their heroes with the Eagle Salute, but Alan Bayer said nothing.

“He has ordered me in the name of the Second Lieutenant of the Astra Militarum to delay the transportation until necessary.”

The soldier looked embarrassed. “Second Lieutenant, did that order come from the command headquarters…”

Alan Bair raised his hell gun. “Now, press out, or he’ll clean it up himself.”

He didn’t have the patience to talk nonsense. Things would get even worse when the swollen population in the Ming camp stopped sending orders.

The soldiers and civilians filed away, killing many frail old people and children during the squeeze. The screams and cries continued, like a hell on earth.

When the fourth row stepped into the elevator, it was already a terrifying place. The clean red marble floor the size of a football field was replaced by dark dried human blood and minced meat. The dying people were stuck because of the stampede caused by Alan Bair just now. On the ground, bloody and bloody.

Alan Bair often said that he needed to give up his humanity in order to survive, but he still had sympathy, even more sympathy than other emperor’s warriors. He raised his gun and used precious ammunition to kill the poor people one by one. leave.

But for such a move, the other soldiers in the fourth platoon acquiesced, and the poor civilians killed by firearms completely left the world that left them hungry, homeless, and struggling in pain.

Alan Bayer sighed and looked at the reddish barrel of the gun. He had experienced so much that it was difficult to judge his faults in many things. However, the world was not either black or red, and he knew clearly that all the chaos existed. Gods and aliens must be black within black, black within black.

He walked to the elevator console. It was a narrow compartment, and there was a piece of wetware controlled in it. It was also the so-called “human intelligence” without work. It was a loyal head, but otherwise it might not be able to Understand Alan Bayer’s operation of connecting with Donglai.

He pulled the thing open. In fact, he had no idea how to operate that huge machine, but Alan Bayer knew very well that human personality would definitely write some leg notes somewhere. Of course, he also had to pray for the console. No original components.

He groped around, and found an inconspicuous notification and operation method in a corner. Through his civilian auxiliary machine translation of the text, he found that the Didong Warehouse indeed existed, and when he pressed the button to go east to the warehouse, the elevator slowly moved eastward. .

The soldiers in the fourth row panicked for a moment. Do they want to go to the bottom? They didn’t wear gas masks!

Yes, the place worse than the eastern layer of the hive is the bottom layer of the hive, which is full of poisonous gas, radiation, industrial excrement and terrifying mutants or monsters.

They were as wrong about the concept of that place as they were about the concept of hell.

But after walking for a while, the elevator slowly got stuck. There was something vaguely visible on the dark wall.

Alan Bair boldly opened the illumination ball, and the bright light shone with a blood-red mark. It was a symbol of human blood or the symbol of the son of Sanguinius.

Blood Angels…

There was High Gothic to the east of the symbol, and the whole team, including the fake nobleman John Dean and Alan Bayer, who had a translator, could see clearly.

[Battle brothers or wise mortals, if you go further east, I will meet the legacy of the Dark Ages and his brothers, elder brothers, and captains. If the world really faces a situation that needs him, please take him to the surface. 】

[No matter what, let him die in battle and live up to the blood of Sanguinius. 】

Sweat dripped from John’s forehead. As an adjutant, he couldn’t bear Alan Bair taking them to an unknown place.

“Then…what’s the situation, the descendants of the angels, the monks Astartes, the Blood Angels?”

“What on earth am I doing? Lieutenant!” John was uneasy, but the elevator slowly continued eastward because Alan Beyer pressed the eastward button, but he still pretended not to know.

“What, he doesn’t understand Gothic.”

But he was also very surprised. He suddenly remembered what he saw on the murals in the Anglican Church, which recorded the arrival of the Blood Angels into that world…

Moreover, the handwriting on the kraft paper is the same as the handwriting there. Could it be written by the same person? Will the technical sergeant who is waiting for them on the east side be obsessed with modern technology?

After he thought about what it would be like to receive Donglai, John interrupted his thoughts. “Second Lieutenant, tell him what exactly are you hiding?”

Others in the fourth row also fell into fear and incomprehension. They did not believe that their superiors would hide so many things. Alan Bayer looked at them, sighed, and answered truthfully.

“Actually, he can understand ancient texts. He discovered it according to the records and whether it was a place where technological products from the dark ages of mankind were stored.”

There were few words, but the soldiers all realized what happened. They asked to witness the Blood Angels, the Brother Astartes, and the huge ancient holy relics!

John instantly became happy. “If you have good things, you have to give him. You have to give him more!”

That guy’s money-grubbing character was suddenly exposed, and Alan Bair’s eyes twitched, but in general, the performance of the fourth row is already the best. After all, he was born in the nest city, and it’s not that bad in the dark age. Although they trust the emperor, they are not pragmatic.

In the inexplicable excitement, the elevator slowly descended, but the easternmost part was not the radiant Holy Relic Palace, nor the so-called Monks Astartes, but the darkness, the boundless darkness that swallowed up the human heart.

It seemed that no one had taken care of it for a long time. In the darkness, the forest creatures, probably rodents, were roaming there. Many of them had highly degraded eyes and turned into grotesque shapes.

Apparently that hole had existed for thousands of years. Alan Bayer found the light switch next to the elevator. It was a huge generator that was completely different from the style of the Human Empire. It was square and made of extremely strong ceramic steel. .

The battery inside was empty, and it looked somewhat similar to the promethium rod often used by the Astra Militarum. With the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he inserted the promethium rod he carried with him into the dim light of the illumination sphere. .

After a moment, a buzzing mechanical sound roared, and the machine soul there woke up after tens of thousands of years of silence. A huge light was as bright as a star in the east, and countless creatures in the east made miserable sounds, and the hall showed a strange… appearance.

The metal walls are wrapped with ivy-like plants and vines, but the contents of the weapons rack are still tightly protected by glass.

Alan Bayer mistakenly illuminated something he had seen in the list. It was as bright as crystal. The light was enough to burn the enemy’s elemental weapons. It was equipped with nano-robots and fired special bullets that could “infect” the enemy. Nano-burst bomb.

There are many deflagration rifles and atomic splitting rifles used by mortals. They have the same shape, and the black body of the gun has the measurable output written on it. I don’t know if Ruming’s source can drive them.

What surprised the entire fourth row was the special metal equipment in the middle of the hall. It was a metal coffin with countless tubes connected to it, and the silent one among them was from the beginning of the 30th millennium to the end of the Ming Dynasty. The great, most terrible weapon of war.

His power armor was painted black, and his helmetless cheeks stood in front of the Tellurium Imperial Guard soldiers. His golden hair fell down, and his head was studded with silver nails or bullets. He was as handsome as his original body.

The Astra Militarum soldiers in the fourth row all made the Eagle Salute, because he was not one of them.

Septons Astartes…