Chapter 169 Pan Lan’s invasion operation starts, forging the governor’s achievements
The stinging pain in the heart is already a rather vague concept for a sage of the Mechanicus. Although they will suffer, it is not as intense as ordinary people, and the multiple special period life-support equipment installed can also support it. Their bodies survive long periods of time after vital organs collapse.
It can be said that as long as the brain is not broken, there will be no problem with the sages of the Mechanicum, they will not die, and the heart will not be as good as the gears, and the brain is the wisdom, but even the neurons and contacts of the brain are It can be replaced, and thoughts can become algebra.
In essence, the real top leaders of the Mechanicus are not humans, but AI. However, the AI produced by humans can be said to be recognized by the empire. This is quite ironic. Of course, it may also be that the empire people can no longer distinguish what AI is and what it is. It's a soul, no, even humans in the past couldn't tell it apart.
The sage felt a sting at this moment. He looked at the sky, but the underground communication room was only pitch black like nothingness.
Their fingers and even the gears in every joint that moved were now wet with blood, the blood of the loyal ones, and the documents sent to the void with flesh and blood also arrived as scheduled under the sage's effect.
In Lieutenant General Marcato's command room, which is a warehouse, the officers of the empire gathered here because of the wails of the loyalists. Of course, the extermination order has appeared, and it is difficult to change it. The large number of mechanical teaching experiments provided by the lieutenant colonel Reports and samples have been able to convict Pan Lan countless times.
But they still gather here, and the reason is very simple, that is, the intelligence says that if Pan Lan can be rescued, the loyalists will voluntarily provide the highest taxes of the first-level superiors for the sake of salvation in the next tens of thousands of years.
And the foundry governor who was guilty of causing the rebellion was captured and put on trial.
Next is the various achievements made by today's loyalists in the war zone and the fighting situation in those stable areas is indeed not bad. Experienced officers will start to think about issues of interest, not to mention that the new Ministry of Military Affairs is now full of waste.
"For the sake of resources, I think we should stop our current work." An upper-level navy officer with the rank of colonel said, but someone quickly refuted it.
"The Extermination Order has spent too much manpower and material resources on beating. It is not a child's play. You have also seen how many disgusting things the Mechanicus in this world have made made by witchcraft!" He has a mechanical arm, which was obviously manipulated by aliens and other things. Coming down, it is not difficult to understand his anger towards heretics, because everyone in the empire is like this.
"Colonel, we cannot ignore the life and death of the residents of the empire! And they have promised to produce greater benefits to the empire."
"Shut up! Heretics are heretics! For the sake of the Emperor, I cannot allow this!" After a moment, the officer pulled out his pistol, and the small command room became completely tense. The stormtroopers of the general's personal guard immediately began to control the situation. .
Only violence can silence those veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, and only generals can suppress the school. No matter how many words or how much approval it is, even if the entire Astra Militarum leans towards one side, as long as Marcato says a word, that day will be over. will tilt.
This is the power of a general who is also the commander-in-chief. He is the war lord, the king of this place, and he also determines the lives of countless people.
"I refuse. The plan is proceeding normally. Heretics need to pay the price, and the Astra Militarum has no time." In one sentence, the officers here calmed down. Although they did not know the specific subspace situation, they understood very well that if subspace After the space is stabilized, they must go on an expedition to regain the empire's territory instead of dealing with the Mechanicum here.
Time, they don't have time, soldiers are very fast, they can only deal with the heretics here as quickly as possible, and then approach the mission entrusted to them by the emperor with their mission.
The general sighed and looked at the many silent officers here. "Do you have any other opinions? If not, just launch a nuclear bomb and clean the surface here."
Silent, Marcato may be hoping that someone can change this matter, but the officers here obviously can't. At least they don't have the courage to be abandoned by the headquarters and the courage to face the heresy.
"No objection...then, for the sake of the empire, the shooting begins."
The dark green document displayed on the command room at this moment, the miracle obtained by countless sacrifices, is as indistinguishable as waste paper, because this is the dying and lingering human empire, this is the human empire that is surrounded by powerful enemies and is in danger.
It's over, that's it, let all life forms on Panlan be extinct, the will of the empire is slowly driving those huge battleships, making things irreversible, no matter the individual sacrifice, no matter the will of the group, in Before race, it is worthless.
If their deaths can lead to victory in the war, can they return to the Golden Throne?
"The meeting is dismissed..." Marcato stood up and left as the lord, but the metal valve in the conference room suddenly opened.
Soldiers with thick brown arms, dark green military uniforms, no bulletproof armor, and who like to use bolt shells stepped in, and Marcato stopped. "Catachan?"
A guy wearing a military uniform and a green helmet came over and rubbed his nose. "I went to check out the situation in the subspace. It's half a month. We can leave in half a month." Alan Bayer took out the coffee cup and drank the instant coffee with cold water like medicine. Firstly, he was thirsty, and secondly, his mental pressure increased again.
"Huh..." He finished drinking the stuff and exhaled. The empire's powerful caffeine was simply his life-saving medicine...
Lieutenant General Makato looked at his most trusted soldier and asked. "The round trip to the nearest Mandeville point requires a day of driving at sub-light speed even if you don't sleep. This report has only been out for less than seven or eight hours. How can you complete a round trip and know the situation in the subspace..." He hadn't finished his words. , Alan Bayer handed over a thick stack of professional military ministry-level subspace fluctuation reconnaissance reports in cowhide in his tactical backpack.
"I wonder if an engine can drink coffee, and a loyal engine doesn't overheat."
Marcato looked down at the reports. "It's so fucking crazy. Have you ever thought that even if you are forced to save those loyal people, I can't stop you."
Alan Bayer sighed due to the excitement of caffeine, and then said. "Because if the time is less than one and a half months, I will make the same choice as you, to destroy this place."
"But I also want to save this place, firstly for the sake of future wars, secondly for the sake of the citizens of the empire who are still alive, and thirdly, I want to punch that governor in the face."
Marcato put down the information. "You are so willful, but if you do a good job, I will give you the right to use the Imperial Navy warships and the command of the infantry regiment. In half a month, you can bring down this world. You can do it, right?"
All Alan Beyer could say. "I'm not sure. I won't confirm the matter, because even the most powerful mortal cannot determine the matter unless you can see the future." He looked at the officers here.
"So, I'm not sure if I can win, I'm not sure if I can take over the world, but I can promise that I won't make it easy for those heretics, that's all."
"If you want to punch those bastards in the face, step forward!"
"I want to step on those heretics who massacre my compatriots, and then let them watch their rebellion as simple as being massacred. This is the essence of the Imperial Guard. No matter who is on the opposite side, we will kill him!"
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After Alan Bayer finished speaking, the officers here couldn't help but take a step forward. "Lieutenant Colonel, give me a breath. I will land on the ground after the battle and beat the face of this world governor." The naval officer said this.
"Lieutenant colonel, please let my regiment be the vanguard for logging in. Graygaron people will not be afraid of death." The leader of Graygaron shouted.
Alan Bayer replied. "Get out of here, you all know that there is a lot of money in the forging world, and it all belongs to the soldiers under my command. Don't even think about it. The assault mission of the main nest is handed over to the Skadi Sole Regiment. Do you understand?"
Those old fritters shook their heads. After all, robbery...rescuing a place full of firearms and weapons is a dream come true for the Imperial Guard who are often short of supplies.
However, although there are many monks and there is little food, there are less than 20,000 people in Skadi. The main nest can barely survive, not to mention the many attached factories. The officers are tacitly showing greedy expressions at this moment.
Are these guys really soldiers? If there are loyal citizens of the empire who see the meeting, they will definitely be shaken in their faith...
But for the mortals on land at this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that what happens in the sky really determines their fate. At this moment, Alan Bayer has become the savior of millions of living people and hundreds of millions of servants in this world. Of course, he has gone through this experience countless times, and no matter how many times he will not look back, he will step here with weapons and hope.
The war on the ground has entered a fierce stage. The soldiers of the Mechanical Doctrine Army have been reduced to scraps because of their life-saving charge. They have lost the wisdom brought by the centralized command of the main nest, and the situation is losing ground.
Mortals could only watch in despair, almost staring at the imperial warship docked in low-Earth orbit. The emotions were complex, slowly spreading in the trenches, with fear, hope, expectation, disgust and... worship.
Will the emperor's light shine on this cruel earth again? Will their sacrifices be answered? When the huge battleship moved, everyone's hearts condensed. The battleship is like a punishment from the gods, as powerful as the sun and the moon, and it is by no means free and meaningless hanging on the horizon.
At this moment, both the rebels and the heretics who massacred their compatriots chose a truce at this moment. Their guns no longer fired, and their killing was suspended here. They just stood in the trenches or castles high in the ruins of the nest. Looking up to the sky, waiting for the final judgment of the empire.
When those angels made of steel approached the main hive of this world, they all braced themselves. Is death coming?
When the valve of the battleship is opened, it can be seen with the naked eye on the ground. Some people can't help but close their eyes, hoping that they can ignore the fear and let themselves be destroyed by the emperor's wrath without knowing it. Some people are staring at the sky. , as if howling dissatisfied with the Imperial Guard's choice.
But soon, what fell from the entrance of the warehouse was not a bomb, but a densely packed landing warehouse!
"O Emperor!"
"We are going to be saved!"
"Ohm Messiah is up!"
"How kind!"
Whether you are a mortal or a technological sage, whether you are high or low, whether you are a human or a machine, as long as you are still alive, the joy of escaping from death is the same, and for the traitors, this news is comparable to a desperate punishment. .
Morale changed instantly, and the empire's landing ships began to straf the enemy's main strongholds based on the locations provided by the sages. The wind of war instantly shifted towards those who were still alive.
This is the opportunity and forgiveness bought by sacrifice and death, and it is also another miracle of the kindness of the Imperial Guard and Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, someone shouted. "Hurry up and take the fort point and get the Imperial Guard down!"
"Logistics troops, hurry up and get the food out!"
"Get ready, the clarion call for counterattack is on!"
"O Emperor!"
On the assault ship, Alan Bayer did not rest. He focused on the locations of several important command rooms on the ground and the coordinates of the core divine calculation tower and calmly sent them to the battleship.
"The Imperial Navy listens to the order. This is the temporary commander of Alan Bair. Now I ask you to pour firepower on these positions. Can you do it?"
The communicator answered instantly. "No problem, proofreading begins!"
After about tens of seconds, the flames swept across the ground, the spear of light was like a pillar that penetrated the sky, separating the entire ground from the sky, and the shining light and thunder of the cannon were like a natural disaster.
It won't rain in Pan Lan, but at this moment, the water vapor emitted by a large amount of death and war weapons turns into mist with the thunder of the cannon in the fragile atmosphere. To be precise, it is clouds.
Tick, tick, tick, the raindrops composed of blood and death fell on the old face of the Foundry Governor. The void shield on the God's Calculation Tower kept flashing. The energy of the light spear was so powerful that it was suffocating, but the mechanical thing didn't care. Watch.
He has no body at this moment, and his whole person has been completely dismantled. Only his head is still outside, and his body is completely submerged in the mechanical dragon. Merovingian's will has been obliterated by the nano-virus, and what is left is only a source full of spiritual energy. The body of strength, the ambition of casting the governor has not stopped.
Countless servitors surrounded the platform used to dock ships at the tip of the God's Calculation Tower. The shots from Hong Cannon's light spears would not be able to break through the void shield for a while. The Governor just emphasized time and time again in a mechanical and emotionless manner. "Hurry up, hurry up, a few more pipes and I'll be the Ohm Messiah!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, there are a few more..."
Does his will really still exist? After all, watching the light spears bombing in front of oneself, even with a void shield, normal people will be frightened and go crazy...
But after the servitors were connected and the sound was made, the governor's huge body actually operated Merovingian's corpse to stand up.
At this moment, the flesh and blood on it has withered away, revealing the skeleton-like mechanical structure, with only carrion hanging on it. From a distance, the head of the casting governor looks like a dragon's head, but it is really a corpse dragon... (End of this chapter)