Chapter 161 The Fear of the Mechanicus Forced Attack
The scenes seen by the skull were too blasphemous for people to believe. After the chaotic and twisted mutations and terrifying weirdness, the Skadi thought they had completely mastered the most terrifying thing in the universe, and Merlo The first time Wen appeared, just the brief scene of being muddy and distorted made Skadi's soldiers feel horrified.
"Is that thing a demon?" When someone asked this question, even Alan Bayer, who was well-informed and could directly face the nature of the world in subspace, couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart when he saw that thing.
"Call the Skull back and pass the relevant data and information to the Foundry Governor and the Provisional Military Department. Then tonight, I request a blitzkrieg."
"We don't have much cold-proof clothing. Send the video of the skull to the hive city and ask the Mechanicus to provide their macro branches to help us suppress the infantry. Staff, you do it."
"The 113th Armored Regiment of Phraksia, the 1st Armored Regiment of Pangia, is preparing to encircle the enemy. During this time, no greenskin can leave the monitoring range of the Imperial Guard!"
Alan Beyer picked up his water glass, took out the caffeine from his tactical belt, stirred and shook it, not only to refresh himself and replenish water, but also to signal and prepare for the start of war. "We still have four hours, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, don't waste it, don't doubt it."
The Imperial Guard will not hesitate to load artillery, replenish weapons, get food, trench tools or communication devices. They prepare for war in the shortest possible time, one at a time, over and over again. With the Emperor's permission, they will put his The anger spread far and sharp.
This is not the first time the Imperial Guard has done this. When the entire group of the race works hard to kill others, can this race really be called justice?
The gods are enjoying such a universe, but humans have no other choice. They can only shoot, shoot, shoot, and chop. The moment Alan Bayer picked up the communicator, he made up his mind and asked for anything. The massacres were all carried out under his command.
But he had been sending out invitations to the Mechanicus for a long time, and no sage had responded to him for about an hour. Alan Bair felt something was wrong, and his communicator directly hit the headquarters of the Mechanicus, and when the sound of the grille appeared , the servitor uses the most primitive method as an adapter to ensure that the governor will not be disturbed at will.
"My lord, you do not have access rights."
Alan Bair asked immediately. "My governor's hotline hasn't been activated yet? Where are the privileges I promised?"
"And I sent out an invitation and a meeting request in a set of logo formats an hour ago. I don't believe there are so many guests in this remote world of yours!" This is also the problem with his dislike of the Mechanicus. Their internal network is very exclusive, and they often They say one thing and do another, but when it comes to chicken intestines, this group of non-humans did really well, far exceeding the emperor's expectations for them.
And he was still not satisfied with this matter, even if the priest over there emphasized it emotionally. "I'm sorry, my lord."
He still said disgustedly. "I have something important to do. I need to connect with the Governor. I need Hongzhi's help. I order you in the name of Captain Skadi, Servant."
The servitor made a strong noise after a brief pause. Even though Alan Bayer couldn't see clearly what was happening over there, he still felt the entanglement of this thing. Although their emotions were suppressed after turning into machines, their behavior also changed. It has to be rigid and easy to guess, in the final analysis, because a large number of neurons and contacts in the brain have been modified.
There is still a question mark as to whether they are human beings, but the Mechanicus has been working hard in this world for a long time, and the huge accumulated power and the Hongzhi composed of countless servitors are the best help, and nothing can replace it.
No matter how annoying he is, Alan Bair must get permission and help from the Governor to increase the success rate. He looked at the terrifying body of the twisted steel dragon in the picture. He could feel that the monster was not finished, but soon. If the Imperial Guard fails to seize the opportunity, they will lose it.
When the poor servitor dialed the message under the pressure of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard, it was hard to imagine how those messy and brief electrical signals just flashed in front of a great sage like the Founding Governor, but this servitor Definitely risking death, the old voice flashed out from the grille, and the language had no intention of hiding.
"Sorry, guest of the Imperial Guard, I am really tired of research and obsessed with knowledge. Before I express enough apology for my rashness, please forgive me for my stupidity, your most loyal servant, h.b (abbreviation, Hanbo) ).”
As the saying goes, people become better with age. The guy who was doing Tai Chi with a servitor just now is now talking openly and honestly, as if he should be like this. On the contrary, Alan Bayer's call seemed abrupt and inhumane.
"Shut your mechanical mouth and your grille, now listen, your world is being threatened, and I just gave you the scene of the skull detection a standard Terra hour ago, but you just arranged it A servitor disgusts me?”
"So what about your God of All Machines? You can still see that dragon clearly? The twisted heretical creations are wreaking havoc on your land, and your servitors have failed time and time again. Now I need your power, but you Playing dumb? ”
The old man answered slowly. "Sorry, my research must not be interrupted. It is related to the future of the empire. The reappearance of any ancient technology is a praise to the God of All Machines and a praise to the Ohm Messiah."
"Use your god to suppress me, right? There is no tribunal here and there may not be a state religion. Even if our private phone call will be recorded, I still have to ask if you want to send out your Hongzhi." Alan Bair was at war. Asked directly, if the empire is not of one mind, how can it be possible to maintain this huge galaxy with a group of bugs like the Mechanicum...
Disappointment is one thing, war is one thing, he still said. "We need to go to war."
The old man replied. "I just analyzed the God of All Machines and Gears. In the Algebra and Holy Oil, I saw the ability of this thing." On the other side, the Governor used his third hand to hold up the previous report of the Mechanicus. Looking at it, there is even a description of the sage who directly experienced the power of Merovingian.
[As terrifying as pitch black, the light of the God of All Machines drained from my eyes, the eternal river of machinery dried up, and the roar of the big clock ceased. When I realized this, I no longer dared to fight against that existence, He is the incarnation of the machine god. 】
"We will not send troops. Each Mechanicum servitor is a treasure made with a lot of materials and manpower." He said this, but looked at the scene from Alan Bair, his alloy fingers brushed against the ink In the image of Lorwyn, on the cloudy monitor, he wrote miraculous Gothic words on the position of Merovingian on the screen.
"That, strange thing, according to my calculations, can completely make the servitors in the world go out of control. I can't let the servitors take risks until I develop the ability to counter his witchcraft." The governor said this, but his eyes But he showed his admiration for Merovingian.
Alan Bayer sensitively noticed that this guy's wording in Gothic was wrong. He, it, she, and he had different pronunciations in Gothic, and this sentence also showed the true thoughts of the Mechanicus. Realizing that this was going nowhere, he sighed.
"I see, it's really hard work. If you are really studying that kind of thing, instead of praying for heretics, oh... I'm sorry, my wording is a bit strange. To be precise, it is faith in the emperor. Confused.”
The Governor's natural reply. "Then I will send an application for advanced training to the nearest Mechanicus Bishop world. You don't have to worry about it. Now I recommend that the Imperial Guard also wait passively."
Alan Bair replied with a smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I will seize the opportunity. I will never let go of aliens, and I will never tolerate heretics." He hung up the communication, and was disappointed with the Mechanicus. For the Governor, he saw Ommi The real Seiya, not the thing on the throne, the thing in front of him that has its own consciousness and is extremely powerful is the real Ohm Messiah!
His pupils showed no emotion, his face was slowly twitching like an insect, and he was looking at Merovingian's picture infatuatedly, and spoke slowly in an emotionless voice. "Praise be to Om Messiah."
And on the front line, almost close to the enemy, the most dangerous place, the Imperial Guard, those poor mortal bodies, flesh and blood can't even endure the extreme climate of this world, but they stand in front of the enemies that the Mechanicus dare not touch. , the weaker people are, the more they are obsessed with the external strength, and the stronger people seem to be weaker.
Many people in this world do not know how many miracles those iron wills and beliefs can bring, and they often despair in the face of extreme destructive power. The Emperor only relies on the strong. He is not like the Chaos Gods. "Selfless", he is a selfish person. He only loves his children, compatriots, and powerful people who can help the empire.
Many people are willing to fall because of their internal weakness and without the protection of the Emperor. Even if they are talented and smart, even if they are powerful, it is nothing more than that. The Emperor always knows what people this huge empire needs, like Alan Bair Such people.
He stood up. "Attention, all troops, we have no allies. It's very cruel. The Mechanicus may have the intention to betray. Those things are not human. You also know that we should have been prepared. Now drive the car and prepare the weapons now. For the sake of the Emperor, Emperor, we will fight to the end.”
"Now, open the poison blade, bring weapons, and wear heavy clothes. We will raid after the sun goes down. The basilisks are ready to directly bomb the enemy's base. We must be prepared so that the firepower is not wasted."
The rumbling of the engines continued, and the restless imperial machine spirits couldn't wait to take revenge on those damn things.
After the sun set, the basilisk had prepared the artillery trench. With the efforts of Skadi and the Ngaror people, they were wearing thick clothes and parked in the long artillery trench dug by hand under the scorching sun. A basilisk.
The wrath of the Empire is gathering momentum. The Baneblade tank brought the Lemanus group (with a few railguns mixed in) to move forward. The soldiers relied on the Chimera transport vehicle to maneuver forward. The Empire The power of the Guards is extremely huge, and even the most powerful things probably cannot endure such terrifying power.
Alan Bair sat in his Salamander Commander's tank, watching the light brought by the rising moon shine under the orc bunker. Those hatreds and grievances had to be settled today.
"Fire, take turns shooting, don't cut off the suppression, Baneblade and Lemanus protect the Basilisk troops."
After the order, those terrible war weapons buried in the artillery trenches with only the barrels exposed began to roar. When the first gunner filled the cannonball, flames and explosions streaked across the sky, and hit the orc base accurately, brightly. The rays of light fall to the ground like stars, and the attacks continue one after another, representing death and violence.
But soon, the light green waaaagh stance shield blocked those things. This terrifying orc technology was comparable in defensive power to the shields used by battleships. The explosive power generated by those bombings dissipated invisible inside the waaaagh stance, leaving only bright light. A green light wrapped around the ground like a semicircle, showing the orc base exposed by the bombing.
The rough factory lines of the orcs and the waaagh signs made of broken boards and metal were filled with trembling farts. Many boys were holding tools to repair the holes created by the basilisk bombs. This camp was not small, and it relied on those Judging from the area covered by the position, it is at least several kilometers. In order to ensure concealment, only a few top caves have been dug, and the interior is similar to a man-made mine.
This seems a bit similar to what the orcs did in the medieval Warhammer, building their own camps and kingdoms underground, and One Eye is the only king of this underground world.
Alan Bayer looked at those things with a telescope, and twisted and shaking orc mechas began to crawl out of the hole one after another. He knew those things, fear cans, and even their appearance instantly brought back countless memories of Alan.
"Attention everyone, the canned orcs are approaching. Attack their arms first. The joints of those things are not very stable. They can be knocked down with explosive bombs. It's just that they have too many arms, which is a bit troublesome. When they are approached, they give priority to moving backwards."< br>
Alan Bair looked at those cans that were dizzy and drunk as they walked out of the shield. Whether they were fear cans or killing cans, the big ones and the small ones were all painted with things according to the green pilot's own personality. The only thing The only thing that is the same is the one-eyed symbol of the One-Eyed Clan.
The style of the Imperial Guard in them is gradually fading, but those tactical qualities remain. They advance in a neat line of skirmishers, and hold shields and heavily armored Ork Terror Cans in front, and the goblin killing cans who like to use cannonballs are in front. Finally, the only difference between them is size.
But a political commissar with a broken arm said it. "Greenskin vehicles are far more deadly than their comical appearance."
Alan Beyer agrees with this very much...
He watched those restless things move forward with black smoke, and then roared. "Fire!"
"Warlords of the Witcher World"
Traveling back and forth as an ordinary knight in the context of the struggle between Nilfgaard and the Northern Territory, Herme does not have a lofty status, let alone strong power.
He is not qualified to participate in those noble struggles, let alone have anything to do with those strange things. He looks like cannon fodder in a great war.
But he will still find a way, a way towards greatness and glory. He will change the history of the northern war, and he will become the supreme northern ruler.
This is the path of achievement for warlords, this is the path of upward climb.
I already have a completed novel of 1.5 million words at Qidian, so I can read it with confidence.
(End of chapter)