Chapter 58 Relics of the Dark Ages
When the news of the attack on the recycling team reached One Eye, a huge machine had been erected in the noisy greenskin camp. It was a terrifying monster with sharp teeth, a twisted appearance, and a yellow paint job. Huge cannons and gears, and One Eye wasn't looking down, but sitting among them.
His head was opened by a mad doctor, and the bloody brain nerves were directly connected to the body of Brother Mao's giant machine. Now he is Brother Mao.
This war machine, which is comparable to any behemoth in human records, is accompanied by hundreds of fear cans. This is the result of the joint efforts of all the orcs in the world.
But One Eye was not satisfied. Even though his Gear Boy and Tech Master were at full fire, the lower cooling ducts of this ancient giant machine had not yet been reinforced with protective nets.
But this is not the most important thing. Any protection from this giant beast is draining the wealth of this shrimp city. Those things can be replaced by teeth, which is enough for him to buy more valuable things. Keep it, he I know all the good stuff about Xiami is on it.
And the huge shiny elevator looked like it was worth a lot of teeth. One Eye was now impatient with the voices in his head, and he felt that his neural units were completely connected to the mecha.
The previous sense of madness expanded again and again, making him unable to suppress it. One-eyed's rough voice shouted through Brother Mao's body, and the huge voice could fill the entire greenskin camp.
"Boys, let's do it!"
Countless war engines coupled with long-range orc rocket launchers rumbled towards the last gathering place of humans. The huge void shield was just a small toy in front of the ancient giant machine. To the orcs, such a terrifying thing only had a design drawing. Very easy to make…
It can be said that in the vast galaxy, there is nothing more terrifying than the united Orcs. If there is, it is probably only the Human Empire during the Great Crusade and the Eldar in its heyday.
But One-Eye has other ideas. Instead of charging headlong, he needs to overload the void shield and let countless fear cans bring despair to the opponent. Yes, he wants to oppress those shrimps. Destroying them instantly is too boring. He wants to see the shrimps. Will they surprise him again?
In the human camp at this moment, in the dark universe, the hope that weak humans have is probably two parts composed of heroes and sacrifices. The monotonous rhythm composes the most magnificent and heroic story, but these two parts will always complement each other. Heroes are great because of countless sacrifices.
Sacrifice works because of wise heroes.
But few people care about the psychological state of heroes. They are the benchmark and the most responsible people in the universe. Billions of people under the vast starry sky rely on such hymns to continue to this day, and when such responsibility falls on an individual Actually, he is only one step away from madness.
Fortunately, Alan Bair has people who understand him, but now their worries are a bit unnecessary. He keeps explaining that he is just "thinking like a greenskin" instead of turning into an alien.
But what he looked like just now really scared the elites in the fourth row.
No matter how Alan Bair explained his situation, they still showed no understanding that a human could operate a green-skinned creature, until the field doctor used his own methods to determine that his skull was still pure.
He could only listen to the praises and prayers of the state church priests and let them wash his body with incense, but Ailan's heart rested entirely on the elevator left over from the damn dark technological age, and he couldn't get away because of these superstitious things. .
When the song of loyalty appeared along with the burning of incense and prayer, Alan Bayer could only calm down and wait.
"Praise the God-Emperor, when the silver star rises and shines on the bottom of the abyss, your light ripples, and the traitor dies of shame, sighing that it is too late for his loyalty."
"Your great power and grace are here, in etiquette, in comparison, in the wings of loyalty!"
"Sail in the boundless darkness without drowning, with ripples of light, praising the wings of the emperor!"
The long prayer was finally over. Alan Bayer lay on the high ground of the camp, watching the green pickup truck-colored goods being slowly loaded, and the residents' adoring eyes on him.
At this moment, those production lines were buzzing, and the promethium source power production lines were gradually starting up. In these forty thousand years of darkness, people were still lingering on the ground of this world.
Some people commented that living is a gift from the emperor, and some people said that death is liberation, but Alan Bair only hopes to win, and to overcome the countless difficulties in this damn galaxy with madness.
And a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared in the distance, followed by an extremely fast, instantaneous thing hitting the void shield, making an annoying roar, like thunder and lightning exploding, causing the civilians who had not yet completely evacuated the hive to avoid in surprise.
"What's going on?" Alan Bayer asked the person next to him.
The staff officer answered immediately. "Bastard alien."
They felt it at the moment of the attack. In fact, this is also true. War is always sudden and fleeting.
Before the void shield was overloaded by the powerful fire barrage, the Astra Militarum still had some time to deploy. However, the enemy's artillery firepower was too powerful. The staff could only turn on the communicator and notify Lieutenant Colonel Avada in the vaguest voice. Go for rear destruction.
In the tunnel of the hive, Lieutenant Colonel Catachan turned off the communicator and let out a breath of mist. He had trained dozens of Astra Militarum-looking soldiers to look like Catachan, but he had never seen the forest. , only endless green skin and scrap metal.
Alan Bayer turned on the radio and shouted to his soldiers. "The fourth row, those who can still move, assemble, let's go find the treasure."
"Meeting point..."
"Sacred Stairs."
The huge staircase to the sky is a terrifying ancient creation made of translucent crystals. It is enough to accommodate a lifting mechanism the size of a football field and can silently transport tens of thousands of people through the hive city. However, the transportation of tens of millions and the constant war have also made it difficult for them to move. This loyal machine was gradually overwhelmed.
A large amount of hardware has been replaced by the Mechanicus, and there is even no original thing, but its distance is still not clear. The stc of this great thing has been lost over a long period of time. Now all humans can do is to continue to extend it. The life of this 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 this tragic rhythm. The soldiers of the Astra Militarum saluted their heroes with the Eagle Salute, but Alan Bayer just said.
"I have ordered you in the name of the Second Lieutenant of the Astra Militarum to delay the transportation because there is something important to do."
The soldier looked embarrassed. "Second Lieutenant, this order was issued by the headquarters..."
Alan Bair raised his hell gun. "Now, press out, or I will clean up this place myself."
He had no patience for nonsense. Things would only get worse when the camp's swollen population gave the order to end.
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 had become a terrifying place. The white marble floor the size of a football field was replaced by dark dried human blood and minced meat. The dying people were stuck on the ground because of the stampede caused by Alan Bair just now. On the ground, there was blood and flesh.
Alan Bair often said that he needed to give up his humanity in order to survive, but he still had compassion, even more compassion than other Emperor's warriors. He raised his gun and used precious ammunition to let those poor people go one by one.
For such actions, other soldiers in the fourth row only acquiesced, and the poor civilians killed by firearms completely left this world where they were hungry, had nowhere to sleep, and struggled 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 whether he was right or wrong in many things. However, the world was not black and white, but he knew that the chaos gods and The alien must be black from black, black from black.
He walked to the elevator console. It was a narrow compartment with a piece of wet software controlling it. It was the so-called "human intelligence" without workers. It was a loyal head, but it probably couldn't understand Aylan. Bayer's next move.
He pulled the thing open. In fact, he had no idea how to operate this huge machine, but Alan Bayer knew that human personality would definitely write some manual somewhere. Of course, he also had to pray that the console was the original one. component.
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 there was indeed an underground warehouse, and when he pressed the button to go to the warehouse, the elevator slowly went down.
The soldiers in the fourth row panicked for a moment. Are they going to the bottom? They didn't wear gas masks!
Yes, the place worse than the lower levels of the hive is the lower level of the hive, which is full of poisonous gas, radiation, industrial excrement and terrifying mutants or monsters.
Their concept of that place is equivalent to their 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 blood mark belonging to humans and the mark of the son of Sanguinius.
Blood Angels…
There was High Gothic underneath the symbol, and only the fake aristocrat John Durn and Alan Bayer, who had a translator, could understand it.
[Battle brothers or smart mortals, if you go further down, you will see the legacy of the Dark Ages and my brother, brother, captain. 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.
"What...what's going on, the descendants of the Angels, the Monks Astartes, the Blood Angels?"
"What on earth are you doing? Lieutenant!" John was restless, but the elevator slowly continued to go down because Alan Beyer pressed the down button, and he still pretended not to be clear.
"What, I don't understand Gothic."
But he was also very surprised in his heart. He suddenly remembered what he saw on the murals of the Anglican Church, which recorded the arrival of the Blood Angels into the world...
Moreover, the handwriting on the vellum is the same as the handwriting here, written by the same person. So what is waiting for them below will be a technical sergeant who is obsessed with ancient technology?
After he thought about what would happen next, John interrupted his thoughts. "Second Lieutenant, tell me what are you hiding?"
Others in the fourth row also fell into fear and incomprehension. They did not believe that their commander would hide so many things. Alan Beyer looked at them and could only sigh and answer truthfully.
"Actually, I can understand ancient texts. I discovered this place according to the documentary records. This was once a place where technological products from the dark ages of mankind were stored."
There were few words, but those soldiers all realized what was happening. They were going to witness the Blood Angels, the Septons Astartes, and the huge ancient relics!
John instantly became happy. "If you have good things, give them to me. Give me more!"
This 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 hive city, and he doesn't have so many scruples about the dark age. Although they trust the emperor, they are also down-to-earth pragmatists.
In the inexplicable excitement, the elevator slowly descended, but the bottom was not the radiant hall of holy objects, nor the so-called Monks Astartes, only pitch black, boundless darkness that devoured people's hearts.
It seems that no one has taken care of this place for a long time. In the darkness, underground creatures of the forest, probably rodents, shuttle here. There are also many underground creatures whose eyes have been highly degraded and turned into grotesque shapes.
Apparently this hole has existed for tens of 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 on it was empty, and it looked similar to the promethium rod often used by the Astra Militarum. With the idea of using a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he stuffed the promethium rod he carried with him under the dim light of the illumination ball.
After a moment, a buzzing mechanical sound roared. The machine soul here awakened after tens of thousands of years of silence. A huge light was as bright as a star underground. Countless underground creatures made miserable sounds, and this 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 compared the things he had seen on the list. They were as bright as crystal and the light was enough to burn the enemy. They were equipped with nano-robots and fired special bullets that could "infect" the enemy. Nano-explosion bombs. .
There are also deflagration rifles and atomic splitting rifles used by mortals. They have the same shape, and the energy output used is written on the dark gun body. I don’t know if today’s energy 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 the greatest human being since the beginning of the 30th millennium. The most terrible weapon of war.
His power armor was painted black, his helmetless cheeks exposed to the Astra Militarum warriors, his golden hair spilled, and his head studded with silver nails, or bullets, as handsome as his Primarch.
The Astra Militarum soldiers in the fourth row all made the Eagle Salute, because he was one.
Septons Astartes...(End of Chapter)