Chapter 170 I am the God of All Opportunities
The dragon's body made of steel stirred the governor's long-awaited blood, and power flowed through his body. That restlessness made the director understand how powerful he was.
The complete fusion of adamantine and flesh filled the old man with a strange sense of pride. He felt that he had now surpassed everything, even the Emperor.
He is the God of all opportunities at this moment, he is at this moment...
That kind of arrogant thought made him wave his rotten body to send out psychic pulses, causing everything to fail wherever he went. However, he could still control that power, and the psychic energy continued to grow, spread, and expand in this world.
The psychic power was like an oval slowly growing in size on the ground, and the psykers, navigators or astropaths on the battleship couldn't help but start to tremble. "What a huge, terrifying psychic energy. Hurry up, get out of the orbit of this planet!"
Such crazy words made the Imperial Navy have to be vigilant. Although they did not like psykers, trust in them was a necessity for traveling across the star sea.
"Lift up!" The captain shouted, shouting, and those terrible spiritual energy fluctuations spread out and rubbed their bottoms, making the machine uncontrollably tremble with fear. The anthropomorphic fear came from the depth of the machine soul. Here, those ethereal things were reactivated by Merovingian spiritual energy, making the Imperial Navy look at the ground with fear.
At this moment, the governor has strengthened countless perceptions and can clearly touch the emotions emanating from living people, especially fear. It is as sensitive as the wind blowing on his skin, but he can feel where the wind comes from and where it was born. , where it ends, that feeling, is God.
He couldn't help but enjoy the fear and those twisted emotions, and when his psychic tentacles wrapped around the entire main nest, the urban war like a meat grinder made him almost feel that he could not exist in the first place.
The power of miracles and gods is nothing more than that. The Governor's addiction to this matter has become irreversible. He almost frantically expands his spiritual power and wants to swallow more, but his domain only reaches the periphery of the main nest and can no longer stop. forward.
But this "weak" field led to an almost crazy wave of servitor shutdowns. The Governor still deliberately kept his servants normal, but all the rebel servitor troops were lost. After those reliable comrades suddenly stopped, the Imperial Guard The transport ship also lost control in mid-air.
Alan Bair is very familiar with this feeling. "That bastard succeeded..." He judged this, and picked up the parachute with ease. The empire's transport planes have enough of this thing. After all, the cost is not high, and it is considered a minority of the Imperial Guard than the soldiers themselves. Cheap value stuff.
After all, a set of bulletproof armor is worth thousands of dollars to the Chaodu gang. Although the composite alloy that can effectively resist automatic weapon fire is not as good as ceramic steel, it is also a good thing that ordinary people cannot get.
"Almost, jumped!" The tail flames of the transport plane were extinguished early. Those loyal bulldog-level cubes did not die from strafing, and were not afraid of the enemy, but they fell to witchcraft, which was disappointing.
For the Skadi people, having skydiving experience means they have the possibility of new tricks in skydiving. Before they land, they begin to rely on the low recoil of laser weapons and the high-accuracy burst advantage to start air-to-ground attacks. blow.
Although such an attack is not fatal to the servitors, it must not be ignored. When shot by a high-power laser, a large piece of their armor will dissolve, making them fragile and easily damaged.
"Aerial fire defense protocol activated, strafing, resisting fire, for the God of All Machines!" Being strafed by uranium flintlock guns and enlarged-caliber automatic guns, the Skadi people did not panic, although the parachute increased the area under attack. , but parachutes are actually not as inferior and fragile as most people imagine.
As long as it is not torn apart completely, even if the military parachute is full of holes, it will not really affect the landing too much, and the speed of the parachute is actually not slow, not to mention that the Skadi can be regarded as a low-altitude skydiver.
Falling very fast, the Skadi soldiers sank directly into the remaining tower of the Mechanicum fortress from high altitude. Alan Bair, second lieutenant, and staff officer were the first to fall. Alan Bair stepped on the machine that was shooting at him indiscriminately. Servant, use the power sickle to perform a painless decapitation surgery on him, and the destructive stance drew a strong light on his body, Alan Bayer also said something.
"The material is good. Is he still an Alpha?" Then he stepped on his insect-like mask and began to clean up the area unscrupulously. Soon, the Skadi soldiers who landed later easily cleared the enemies in the high platform area with their bursts of fire.
On this platform made of fine gold, except for the huge pillar-like structure inside the tower and the raised forts and shooting holes outside, the defense of the upper floor is actually not high.
There are not many turrets, but this pitch-black tower of death has taken away countless lives with its structure and a small number of automatic weapons.
Ironically, what is not difficult for the Imperial Guard to capture is a high wall that the local loyalists cannot overcome. This is not a problem of equipment or the strength of the soldiers, but simply a lack of tactical ability of their commanders.
Using sacrifices and human lives in exchange for opportunities made Alan Bair feel that the orthodoxy of the Imperial Guard lies in the Mechanicus.
Although the Imperial Guard often gives people a cold feeling and despises life, it is still a force composed of humans. The Mechanicus can completely unilaterally calculate losses and gains to achieve its own goals.
"What a bunch of perverts." Alan Bayer looked at the burning earth here, the countless corpses and craters. It was difficult to find whether his words were scolding them, or they might have been there. Even in Alan Bayer's eyes, machines Pan Lan, the religious forging world, has fallen into this situation all because of himself.
They could enjoy victory and protection, but they chose lust.
"The monster has restarted, and the mechanical equipment is seriously hindered. The fourth company, occupy this high platform, and suppress firepower downwards. The way to distinguish the enemy is to use servitors, and shoot those troops who still have servitors."
"Staff, inform all brothers that our radios and most of the imperial engines have failed. Don't expect support. We are going to take the core of this world without fire assistance and support troops."
He could only shout that the radio was out. "All members listen to the order. Our operation will be very fast this time. We will take back most of the city area, and then occupy the God's Calculation Tower in the core area, which is as tall as a mountain."
"The world is now like a big spider web covering us. We are unable to evacuate and communicate with our companions, but I need you to realize one thing. We are not insects, but the Hammer of the Empire."
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"For the Emperor!"
Waving arms, gorgeous military uniforms and endless wars drive the surviving Skadi people to continue to engage in endless tasks. The black tower in this area is not small, with an internal area of several hundred meters, and soldiers gather in platoons. , covering each other and extending the skirmish line downwards to extend the invasion range.
Following the roar of the once sacred equipment moving up and down in the tower, Skadi's only regiment stood on the transport platform and slowly submerged amid the squeaking of gears.
It was dark, and the tower was darker than they imagined. The Adeptus Mechanicus turned off the light source in order to prevent flesh and blood from invading them, allowing only troops with night vision capabilities to be more powerful here.
"Put on a tactical helmet." Alan Bair ordered Skadi's only soldier. Those oil guys obviously forgot that as one of the few elite infantry regiments in the Imperial Guard that relied on extortion, theft and robbery, and prioritized supplies, they were equipped with equipment. How luxurious it can be.
Except for the 12th company, which was the last to join the army, basically most of the companies have a full set of carapace armor and deflagration guns. This configuration is almost only available to stormtroopers and represents luxury. The Skadi are not actually an infantry regiment. But they are still active in the tactics of infantry regiments.
Becoming a nightmare to the Empire's enemies also represents an even greater responsibility, and no one can stay out of this dark end of the 40th millennium.
The elevator slowly descended, and the black and white night vision screen appeared in front of Alan Bayer, outlining the things here.
The interior of this building is somewhat religious in nature. Emperor's statues and gear symbols can be seen everywhere. In today's world full of war and violence, the interior of this huge watchtower is also filled with various ammunition and weapons and equipment.
It was probably a place where weapons were stored. It would be a good idea to occupy this place first. Alan Bayer took a step forward vigilantly. It was as quiet as if there was no life here, but there were usually guards in the warehouse, so he had to be careful.
As a Skadi, Alan Bayer has learned how to make the hard military boots step on the metal without making a rumbling sound. They are quiet and scary, just like what he once taught Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier. When the forest becomes quieter, there are more deadly things.
Alan Bayer used sign language to separate the troops into skirmish lines, one row at a time, and search the area calmly. One row should not be too far apart from each other, and a sufficient distance should be maintained.
Afterwards, Catachan dispersed as the vanguard, using the intuition of sensitive forest warriors to kill enemies in the darkness and concealment time and time again. The other soldiers then moved forward, slowly "swallowing" the area from a tactical perspective.
The plan was successful. The servitors who were ambushed behind the cargo in this area and were almost deathly silent were instantly headshot. Even those things didn't even raise their heads. They chose the wrong opponent.
The person they chose was an elite member of the Imperial Guard, a powerful being comparable to Kashe Zin. After those servitors undoubtedly disappeared their electrical signals, the short period of massive losses made the now "god" governor feel When it came to threats and unpleasantness, he did not taste fear. Instead, his troops dissipated extremely quickly.
To be precise, he didn't feel the joy or guilt of the massacre. It should be said that there was something like a natural disaster, killing those things without emotion. This was unimaginable to the governor, because he had already done it because of his relationship with Mo Luo. The warm body produced emotions and touches, and he didn't understand how normal flesh and blood could ignore those feelings.
Unexpectedly, it brought fear. After a moment, the nervousness allowed the Governor to taste the taste of his own feelings for the first time, a dark and disgusting sticky thing with a rotten smell...
"Ha...ah ha ha..." He suddenly laughed, because this incident seemed to remind him of something, but he quickly ignored the smell and turned to control the soldiers in that area with all his strength.
When the ruling sage in the outpost also felt pressure due to the Skadi invasion, he felt the rapid dissipation of countless powerful servitors in his network, heavy machines, rangers, Alpha...
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"It's impossible, data, calculations, the possibility of humans defeating the servitors is...20%, but why do they..."
In confusion and disbelief, in the command area of the tower, under the flickering electronic screen, the sage suddenly raised his head. He heard the voice of the God of All Machines. This was the first time he had worked for the empire for hundreds of years. times heard.
"Open up your control network."
he asked shakily. "Praise be to Ommisai, who are you? Governor of the Forge?!"
"How could you? My communicator doesn't have..."
But he suddenly felt that his body became weak, and his whole body slumped on the ground as if he was sick. The governor said unhurriedly.
"I am now the incarnation of the God of All Machines in the mortal world. All the mechanical souls in this universe will now be controlled by me, no matter how far away or how strong they are!"
"Praise the God of All Machines...codes and gears, miracles, I have witnessed miracles..." The sage was not afraid at all at this moment, but became crazy, and he also felt that his internal network was suddenly opened, entered, and accessed, Your own control rights are also covered.
It is as if it is true as the Governor said, he is now the master god of all algebra and engines, and he is the incarnation of the God of All Machines walking in the world.
If the war situation had not been urgent, the priest might have knelt on the ground and sang hymns continuously for 12 days and months.
The addition of the Governor suddenly changed the situation of the battle for the servitors that had been continuously eliminated. Specifically, the Governor injected his spiritual energy into those ordinary servitors, and the effect was...
During the battle, in the narrow tunnel, the servitors suppressed by the intense firepower suddenly raised their hands, and then a faint psychic shield appeared in the air, and the servitors suddenly raised their arms, the skeletal mechanical arms. Waving in the air, countless debris, pipes, barrels, boxes, and even larger bunkers and corpses flew up and smashed into the Imperial Guard.
Alan Bayer didn't react immediately, but as a commander and veteran, he subconsciously switched to the melt mode to dissolve all flying things.
Lava and sizzling sounds continued to spread here, and Alan Bair also recognized that those were psychic powers...
He wasn't quite sure what happened, but he just pressed his triangle badge, and his soldiers suddenly smelled a familiar odor...
How to slaughter them next? As always, the governor could only see his troops disappearing, and he could only focus on a servitor who was fighting. Next, he only saw A burst of light and a roar of "Fire suppression!" brought consciousness back to me... (End of this chapter)