Chapter 147 The Ambition of the Dimensional Blacksmith Alan Bair Returns
In this death-filled hive, the Chaos Space Marines were dragging in countless corpses, while the rebel mortals were using their terminal induction-powered mechanical arms to "paint" people in bright red. To be precise, they were slightly On the dark red thing, even though it is already midnight, this kind of work continues all the time.
It was a rod-shaped object about 4 meters high, covered with thick blood mud. In the air, the blood would oxidize and turn dark red, but this thing would always be bright because of its constant "smearing".
Several crystal generators surround it, providing this thing with countless energy, but even so, the resources of the entire hive city are still not enough. Even people who don't understand what this thing is can see what it is doing at this moment. Out of "greed".
Energy and fresh meat are its favorite things. Even the well-informed dimensional blacksmith had to look at this heretical creation with worry. He spoke like brothers and mortals. "Today's work ends here, let's rest first." The grill in his throat made his voice hoarse and unpleasant, but for those Chaos traitors, they breathed a sigh of relief, and this rest was like the sound of nature.
But compared to the small thoughts of his men, the blacksmith Valtex is more concerned about the monster in front of him. This is very different from Huron's philosophy. The power of chaos contained in it is enough to destroy the surface of the world. Although Valtex is still loyal in his heart, he also secretly One thing was decided.
"If Galen were here, he would approve of me."
As one of the Blackheart King's confidants, he still misses the past. He doesn't have much idea whether the enemy is the Empire or Chaos. He is only here because Huron needs him to help Vingar and help him seize this star system. .
Now, he still has many judgments of his own. He took off a section of his power whip and stuffed it into this twisted subspace and technology mixed creation. As an insurance, he only had to activate his weapon when he wanted to, This evil creation will be destroyed.
He still didn't know who was right or wrong, but as a dimensional blacksmith, he knew very well that he shouldn't create monsters. At least, he definitely couldn't create monsters that he couldn't control.
"What are you doing? Blacksmith?" Valtex's movements were slow for a moment, but he stuffed his things into it without hesitation. The voice was ethereal and distorted. He knew exactly who was coming.
"Shut up, Ark of Omen." He was proud of his belief that his soul was above the iron. Tools should not resist humans. He was just completing his own design.
"I am your partner, and what are you doing in my new body? Blacksmith? Where does your loyalty and faith lie?"
Telvax pressed the activation button of his weapon, and the destructive stance unfolded on the branch of the machine soul core of the Ark of Omen. Merovingian, at least the existence it called itself Merovingian let out a sharp scream after a moment, and faced Screaming at the death of his own soul.
"伱! You can't! I am the key to your victory! I am the key to your conquering the nightmare!"
Valtex turned off his weapon, and the machine spirit's voice became noticeably weaker. "You are... destroying... our union!"
Valtex showed amazing confidence. "You are just a machine. To be precise...the machine soul will not be so clearly conscious, and you may be an iron man. You are pretending to be a machine soul."
"Only the rituals of a dimensional blacksmith or a mechanical priest can vaguely communicate with machine spirits. I know it very well, but I didn't expose you for this reason. You are my thing, AI!"
"You still need so much energy to activate your new body, don't you? You should be able to move? I can feel that your internal structure has been completed. Don't forget, your body was forged by me."
"Work for me, or I will kill you." The dimensional blacksmith is confident. This demonic AI is powerful, but no matter how powerful its body is, it will not know the data it has just entered. In other words, it will cause harm to the blacksmith. Threat knows nothing.
"You are a scumbag compared to Veengar!" Merovingian yelled, because its clone has taken on quite a lot of its data sources. If it dies, its records will disappear for hundreds of years. It knows very well that its biggest The value is the record of the dark ages, it can't bet on this!
And the blacksmith replied. "Submit to me, or die."
Merovingian emotions have been developed over its long life, and its wisdom has given it the ability to pursue advantages and avoid dangers. Until it meets its new master, the feeling of being bound crawls back into its body. , now it never wants to taste it again, but death scares it even more.
Weighing the pros and cons, it has an unlimited lifespan, but what is in front of it is nothing more than flesh and blood. Even if it can span a whole thousand years or more, it will eventually rot.
"I promise you, my lord."
"I can indeed start, but Veengar requires me to enter a more mature state before taking action. He is seizing the energy core of this city, which is in the Mechanicum camp."
As a tool, Merovingian is just a part of its long life. It does not resist it, and it is even born because of it. This body has not yet taken shape, and its strength is currently not enough to resist. Its flesh and blood is enough, but it is still far behind. of energy.
Valtex also understood that raising a tiger would eventually lead to troubles, but he broke up with this machine soul because he could not allow a powerful demigod like a Space Marine to associate with a damn AI.
he said. "I will bring you into battle,"
He was originally sent here because he was opposed to Huron's plan to form an alliance with the aliens. It can even be said that Valtex's concept in this regard is actually very old-fashioned. In line with the Empire, humans are the greatest thing, and interstellar Warriors are among the best.
He was so arrogant and acted in this way, which was why Huron loved Veengar even more. He could see the potential of the red angel.
Valtex doesn't understand this truth. His arrogance is indeed a good thing, but a guy who can use anything around him is more suitable for survival. From this point of view, Alan Bayer is actually more appreciated by Huron, and even according to the Huron's character, he might try to recruit this powerful Imperial officer if he had the chance...
Huron is different from those who are high-minded and low-handed. He is very pragmatic and willing to share. He knows that only through unity can mankind survive this dark era. But he also knows that the high lords are just bugs. This empire has no role in the governance of mankind. The situation is already in danger.
Although he used the power of Chaos, he never really fell in love with the devil. All he did was to return the empire to the golden age of galloping. Although it was strange, how should humans exist in this dark world? People make it clear.
Huron is definitely a scumbag, a bad person, and a traitor, but he is also successful, but he doesn’t know what human beings need, while Alan Byer can’t figure out what he wants even when he is looking at the freshly brewed coffee in the void. Imagine what humans need!
"More coffee! Staff officer, we need more coffee! Look at what I'm drinking, this is just pot water! Pot water from the Ministry of Military Affairs!"
The staff officer sighed. "I have already submitted the application for the thirtieth time, leader, but you really don't want to try the sacred tonic?"
Alan Bayer has a rule, that is, drinking coffee can change your liver, and you will never take stimulants. "I refuse, take those things of yours and get out of here."
"If I relied on those things, I would make lapses in judgment in a pinch. Excitement does not mean calm. We often dance with swords. I will gamble the lives of Skadi soldiers to win, but I will also try to stay normal. ”
His dependence on coffee made him a little crazy. You know, as a good young man who is not addicted to alcohol or smoking, the war has caused him a lot of problems, not to mention the messy injuries on his body. If it weren't for the empire's medical technology, It was dark and yet completely researched, and he was in a position where he could enjoy those things, and he didn't even dare to drink coffee.
But he still had to complain about one thing, why could artificial caffeine mixture smell like pot water? What's the current logistics situation?
"This life can't go on anymore..." Alan Bayer played with his new plug-in. He still wanted to try this thing, it must be very enjoyable, but compared to this, he already knew about the invasion of the Red Pirates.
It was somewhat of a luxury to use Space Marines to test guns. He was also very satisfied with the wartime command of the ensign and captain. He was even thinking about whether he liked blitzkrieg too much?
Maybe I drank too much coffee.
He rubbed his temples. "The war really won't stop, even though those damn things are just that, staff, prepare the transports."
The staff officer put away his notebook. "Aren't you going to apply for supplies?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Although the ground battle situation is stable, I have a bad feeling. The last time I felt like this was when we were involved in subspace fluctuations and arrived in the Gulf of Damocles."
"Fate is turning. I did a divination once, and she said so, I am destined..."
The staff officer suddenly interrupted. "Is that fortune teller dead?"
Alan Beyer is stuck. "Dead, one of the three psykers we took aboard the hulk."
said the staff officer. "She can't control her own destiny, so why talk about you? She wants to do so much. When I was in the academy, all I could hear was the Empire, the Emperor, loyalty and teachings. Then the academy disappeared because of the alien invasion."< br>
"I think those so-called fates are illusory and no one can decide. At least I will complete my retirement."
Alan Bayer took a sip of "pot water". "I hope you can complete your retirement." However, the words are rough but the truth is true. Those psychics cannot control their own destiny. The Warp is also the territory of the Chaos Power. He can't tell whether it is the guidance of the Emperor or the Lord of Change. smiles evilly, then he can only do things well around him.
"Okay, let's get on the boat."
"I'm fed up with this place. There's nothing. Although the world of the Mechanicus stinks, it still has normal gravity. During this time, I'm going to have osteoporosis."
the staff officer asked. "But didn't you say before that this was better than the smelly forge world of the Adeptus Mechanicus?"
Alan Bair rolled his eyes. "This is called tactical thinking transformation. To be honest, compared with Gondwa VI, these two places are garbage."
The staff officer sorted out his special imperial military hat. To describe it, it can be described as a big rooster-like crown. It is conspicuous and makes people wonder whether it will be targeted by the enemy. This is why Alan Bair prefers him. Little green steel helmet.
Survival is more important.
Next is the familiar smell of the transport plane and the cargo warehouse full of people. As an officer, Alan Bayer can actually complete the entire transport aircraft alone, but the staff cannot. They must share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers to enjoy their trust, so Alan Bayer No, this is not for the purpose of being a consultant, but because he is in a place as big as a seat and there is no one around him, it feels a bit scary.
The Empire does not open any windows for the Bulldog-class assault ship. When there is no one around, it feels like a prison or something.
Fortunately, the Skadi soldiers always maintained their bodies, and there was no unusual smell, and they did not dare to squeeze their lieutenant colonel. After all, they had seen how this fierce man opened the green skin's head.
The roar of the transport plane's pistons and the gravity of its departure made Alan Bayer feel his own movement. He had experienced it several times in these damn days, and each time it brought him to a new hell, but he couldn't hate this feeling. Because maybe that day he would be glad that he felt this way.
After all, transport planes are probably used for evacuation.
When Skadi's only regiment left, the Imperial Guard stationed here finally entered a state of idle rest. The high-intensity pull and rapid stationing of the war almost drained all the energy of the mortals here.
They also lack supplies, and even though Skadi is an elite group and enjoys more, it is so bad that their supplies are even more conceivable.
Morale was poor and fatigue was constant. The soldier on the operating table couldn't help but cover his head. He thought, Emperor, I'll just take a rest.
But green arms crawled out of the vents behind him. They were not demons, but aliens. They were not here to punish the Imperial Guards for not working seriously, but to take away their lives.
One Eye looked at the situation here. The soldiers were tired. The battle had consumed them a lot, but the air supremacy of the void was still not in their hands.
There were still many boys in the original asteroid base. Although they could not form as large a force as the original one, they were still enough for him to use.
He took out his dagger, cut the sleeping soldier's throat, and let him die in peace. "Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, you are such a good opponent." After he finished speaking, he took his few remaining orc bosses and approached the transport plane ahead.
His thick fingers skillfully used the control panel to open the isolation compartment. The orcs entered the assault ship and the spaceship slowly left. Although they were only transport ships, they could still cross the star system. One-Eye was not worried that he would not be able to go back, but he It is clear that the next difficulties have just begun.
The transport plane arrived in the airspace, and the battleship in the void immediately sent a message.
"Stop, stop, report your numbers and missions, military ranks and goals."
One Eye immediately pinched his throat, took out a dog tag from his pocket, and answered. "Skady's only regiment, Sergeant Lauenna, delayed his sortie due to the orc attack and requested to leave the port."
The other person answered. "It turns out to be the heroes of the Skadi Regiment, please leave!"
One-Eye breathed a sigh of relief. The transport plane flew through the void, but those imperial fleets still didn't know that they had just returned home. There was no doubt that One-Eye would become a big obstacle, especially after he awakened.
Now that the forces of Chaos are increasing at the end of this 40th Millennium, and the xenos are ready to take action, what awaits the Imperial Guard is looking increasingly bad, and if the Emperor really complains about us...
My scarred Krieger-style trench phone, which is also the so-called four corners are covered with tape. I was typing while walking the dog today. It was yanked by the dog and fell to the ground on Terra. Although it is still in service, I It’s hard to describe why this artistic style of broken screen feels like an ink painting.
I have to get used to it. I really have to rest today. I'm not used to using a computer to code. )
The most unlucky thing lately, hahaha ()
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