Chapter 177 Survivors in the mezzanine
In the world made of fine gold and steel, there is a dead silence in the cities. Those inhuman things are like corpses, unscrupulously displaying those twisted emotions in the place where the emperor once loved.
Don't say that tools are innocent. Loyal servitors will commit suicide or defection even if faced with orders. Alpha-level captains retain part of their personal consciousness, but they still choose to obey. They are good machines, but they can no longer be regarded as human beings!
The carbine beams, bolts, deflagrations, and Imperial Guard bullets penetrated into the cores of those traitors like crazy sharp blades, and the shattered body fragments dropped with engine oil like raindrops composed of blood and scrap iron.
The "blood" of the Mechanicum's servants wets the uniforms of the Imperial Guard, but death and blood cannot hinder their progress, just as when they slaughter mortals, the blood flows to the surface of this forged world like bright red magma filled with blood, flowing from the near ground The track can also be seen as crazy and terrifying.
The Catachan forest warrior's military boots stepped on the half-dead servitor's head. He had to admit that the skill of making him a sage was very good, but at this moment it only made him suffer for a long time, and the Imperial Guard was definitely not a good person, they would only Blood debts are repaid with blood, tooth for tooth.
There is absolutely no such thing as revolution, justice, morality or even racial stance. The Imperial Guard is a force formed for more primitive and crazy things, war, killing, survival, that's all.
Humanity needs to unite to survive in this universe of constant struggle and survive in the face of aliens, heretics, and demons.
"Shoot!"
"Attack protocol, start!"
Two shouts, a mechanical tone and the voice of the Imperial Guard appeared at the same time. Under the cover of the bunker made of enemy corpses and the powerful firepower, the servitors were quickly defeated. The parts and corpses formed the trenches of the Imperial Guard, allowing them to continue to advance. But more enemies soon arrived, all uniform, like clones or something else, but definitely not human.
Intense firepower alternated continuously, and the duel between the two groups was like two giants fighting each other for life. Only the gods could tell whether the Imperial Guard was exhausted or the Skitarii were completely wiped out.
When Alan Bayer fired a gun behind the mechanical corpse bunker, smashing the head of an Alpha leader, and then said to his other companions.
"Interesting, the Imperial Guard usually fights a war of attrition, but now it's actually the other way around. But the number of enemies is so exaggerated. When were our actions discovered?!" Alan Bair cursed and hid in the bunker, holding on to a man. A killing machine made of ceramic steel, the body of a heavy-duty servitor resisted the flintlock bullets.
A salvo of electromagnetic guns followed. Alan Bayer could only directly lift the dead heavy machine servant up like a shield. He fired the relic pistol with one hand, killing the enemy and moving towards it very quickly. He stepped forward and used one hand to throw out the battered and almost defenseless heavy-duty servitor, which weighed hundreds of kilograms!
Bang, bang, a muffled sound. The servitor that was still resisting was instantly smashed by a huge force. Parts and engine oil splashed abnormally, spilling on the beautiful brass-colored walls, staining the Mechanicum's logo. bright red.
Alan Bair was breathing heavily. This thing was really heavy, but the support from the Adeptus Mechanicus continued to flow. The Skadi soldiers crawled forward and fired even more wildly.
But those later Skitarii showed quite high intelligence. There were sages, no, governors operating them. They began to imitate the actions of the Imperial Guard in a regular manner, with highly modified bodies and their sudden strong learning ability. Coupled with their huge base, they become even more difficult to deal with.
Alan Bair cursed. "Has the Governor discovered that this is micro-managing in an RTS game?"
"But, that's not how war is fought!"
Alan Baier shouted. "The traitor leader is watching us, don't be embarrassed! No need to hesitate to consume ammunition, shoot!"
The Skadi soldiers wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked at the endless stream of enemies. Even though the barrels of their guns were red, and even though it was unclear how many enemies they had killed, at this moment this unit had defeated thousands of servitors in the corridor area, and they Only 60 people!
The battle of Kashezin and the equipment of the Sun Auxiliary Army represent the pinnacle of human power. Without the use of medicines and body modifications, they are the most powerful mortal troops!
"Shoot! Let those who steal tactics take a look!" the sergeant shouted, but something was wrong with Alan Beyer. Firstly, it was a matter of consumption. Even if they won, the remaining ammunition would be difficult to support them in completing the mission. , and secondly, the governor's operation was flawless and even decent, which made the servitor's combat effectiveness, which was originally not difficult to kill, increase by several points.
But something strange happened. After the real confrontation, those servitors turned into paper tigers. The actions performed by the governor quickly became distorted and strange, and their combat effectiveness was even worse than before. Soon the attack of the Imperial Guard cut them like wheat. It seemed to be killing, but Alan Bayer smelled a smell that was not rotten or promethium.
When they stepped forward on the ruins of these machines, people might only see how easy it was for the Imperial Guard to win, but the shooting accuracy of those servitors was actually extremely high. If the Imperial Guard hadn't occupied the narrow passage and the individual soldiers The firepower advantage and the body of the Mechanicum servitor to provide cover will definitely be a thankless task.
Alan Bayer also saw the shortcomings of their actions, that is, there was too little time. Such a small team operation should be composed of silence and lethality, but this place was too big, and the defense force felt them.
Next, go to the hall. The enemy's firepower can not only be dispersed, but the positions will be more sparse and normal. The elites of the Imperial Guard are now tired and their ammunition is gradually decreasing.
Taking too long to go to other halls can also lead to irreversible failure.
There is no way to retreat. If you choose this method, you have to go on even if the entire army is wiped out. If Skadi's veterans don't sacrifice, more civilians and recruits will die. If you want to take over the world in a short time, you must Paying a huge price, the lives of a few Skadi soldiers are completely acceptable in comparison.
As a commander, Alan Bayer is so contradictory. How much he loves his family and troops, but how little he cares about their lives, because such a deformed state is considered war and respect for the soldiers.
If you want them to die in exchange for greater value, then they must die immediately to continue the life of this huge rotten empire, injecting it with scarlet and hot blood, and this terrible universe and ancient empire only loves loyalists. life.
There are no good people in this universe, only survival. If group survival requires individual sacrifice, just do it and die. When the Skadi people came to the huge metal door, the west hall was both the seat of religion and the second floor. The passage must be crowded with enemies at this moment, and countless firepower can instantly evaporate the Imperial Guard.
If you want to survive, you can only rely on the flash generated by the death charge and the melt, and then the emperor's blessing. Find a bunker as quickly as possible. You can only survive by relying on yourself. Alan Bayer predicts that half of the breakthrough will definitely be lost. Soldiers, at least half of the soldiers will be lost!
Nowadays, all it takes is a blast of melt to start a war and to live towards death.
The sergeant came over with a melta gun and goggles. "I'll knock on the door and let those heretics have a good look at the wrath of the Imperial Hammer."
He took off his backpack and said to the others, "I will give out my food when I die."
Then the soldiers answered. "Sir, put things back, how long can your food keep us going, and carrying heavy weight is not necessarily good..."
said the sergeant. "Then eat it now and share it with everyone. I remember I brought a can of goro, and each person has a piece of meat!"
But suddenly something happened. "You guys might as well give it all to me."
the sergeant cursed. "What do you mean, military orders are like mountains, this is an order! Average!"
At this moment, Alan Bayer suddenly covered his nose. "Does your supply smell? It smells a bit..."
But the next moment, Alan Bayer realized something was wrong. "Is there anyone?!"
The soldiers were alert, but there was absolutely no place to hide a living person in this empty corridor that they had cleaned...
"Stop looking. The Emperor is above me. I am loyal, but as long as I can remember, no one has been gentle to me except the Emperor."
"So I propose a deal to you. For the sake of our all-belief in the Emperor, I will provide you with a safe way to the second floor, and you will give me food to prevent me from suffering." This voice said so much for the first time. Alan Bayer could feel that the voice was male, an adult, and the tone contained the awareness that the transaction would be successful.
"Put down the gun." Alan Bair said, and the soldiers executed it. A moment later, the loyalist suddenly appeared. To be precise, he should have removed the brass-colored metal plates on their heads. At this moment, the Imperial Guard realized , It turns out that there are ventilation holes in the ceiling of the corridor area!
As for the lean man like a monkey, he has messy brown hair, and the hair has grown all over his face, like an ape. His clothes are just cloth, covering his private parts, and dirt accumulates on his body. , the stench also spreads out.
Alan Bayer felt familiar again. The stench was not a stench, but the feeling of the soul being torn apart in subspace. He was sure of it almost instantly.
Untouchable…
The man was hiding in the pipe, but he stuck half of his body out to greet the Imperial Guard. It was hard to imagine that someone could climb down on such a smooth metal surface, probably because of the fuzz on the ends of his fingers and the open-toed shoes. , its end is furry, but has strange adsorption power.
He was short in stature, almost like a Ratling Ratman, and with his straight back he was only half the height of a Skadi soldier, but the stench that touched his soul made the soldier couldn't help but cover his nose.
He raised his hand. "I have lived here for generations. I am a living person born from pipes. Since the birth of this huge building, my ancestors were the Letlings who repaired the huge ventilation system of this place. However, it has taken a long time for us to adapt again. The environment, the hair became strange and could stick to the walls, and my family is still the only plumbing engineer in this tower."
"It's just that you also know that the governor here has gone crazy. It was fine at first and the servitors couldn't catch us. But just a few days later, my companions began to decrease one after another. It may be the blessing of the emperor, but only because of the special body odor. I have always lived with others.”
Alan Bair rubbed his nose, he was used to such a stench, and asked. "Why do I trust you?"
The pipe man replied. "My family once swore loyalty to the governor, but now that he has treated us like this, it has developed into a blood feud. At least I know less than ten of my companions who are still alive, and our family has almost become extinct."
"I just want to survive now. Although I am very lucky, the food in the pipe is getting less and less. At first because of the decrease in the number of people, the rodents entrenched in it can still meet my needs, but now..."
He opened his mouth with his fingers, and the bloodshot and decayed gums were visible to the naked eye. Rotten flesh and disgusting black blood were stuck on it.
Alan Beyer said. “Scurvy…”
The pipeline man nodded. "So, give me supplies and I'll take you through the ventilation ducts and let you complete your noble mission, Imperial Guardsmen."
"Don't think about a frontal breakthrough. I saw it in the hall. There were a total of 5,000 Skitarii gathered, which is almost 50% of the tower's military strength. Although I saw your bravery and strength in fighting all the way, you are not God, right?”
Alan Beyer can't argue with that, and it's just vitamins they don't lack.
He burst out laughing. "By the Emperor's blessing, I can meet a noble person like you in this place!" Then he took out a vitamin granule from his backpack, which was the standard ration of the Empire's 24-hour individual soldier special operations and was also the food of the Empire's highest special operations standard.
"Take them all out, and take out yours too. Sixty servings of vitamin drinks are enough for you to live for two years!"
When the bags of orange waterproof paper bags were thrown to the ground, the pipe man beamed.
Alan Beyer strikes while the iron is hot. "You help us, I will report this matter, and you will become a hero in this world."
The pipe man said. "Hero? Look at me, I'm almost a mutant. No, to put it bluntly, I'm just a pipeline repairman. Because I can repair, I'm still valuable, and because of this, the mainstream society of the empire cannot tolerate me. I can I am alive because of this tower and nothing else.”
"I'm not an Empire citizen, and I'm not an Empire person. I'm just a monster, huddled in a narrow place." He said, slowly crawling with his fingers, walking up the completely 90-degree ventilation pipe wall, and pulling the rope from inside the pipe. Throw.
"You are the heroes, and I can only live in the shadows forever. If I get carried away by the honor you talk about, then when you leave, I will be hung in the square of the hive city, with my neck tied and suffocated. And die.”
Alan Baier climbed up the rope and looked at this dark pipe filled with various daily necessities. The faint promethium light shone, making him, a hive city dweller, feel a little warm.
He smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect that people living in a place like this can see so clearly..."
The pipe man said. "What's the use of knowing it? When disaster strikes, I will have to blackmail you to survive."
"But I know very well that for the Emperor, my human brothers, revenge."
"But be careful, I saw bad things patrolling the second floor during this time."
Alan Beyer asked. "What?"
The pipe man looked bitter. "Like a heavy servitor, but bigger, five meters tall, with an incendiary cannon on the back, like a giant warrior wearing a full set of armor, with power gloves or twin phosphorus explosive cannons on his arms, patrolling in groups of five, and I also I only saw five of those things.”
"It didn't exist before, but that thing must have always existed. The governor went crazy, and that thing also appeared. I suspect it is a legendary demon or something..."
Alan Bayer said. "It's not a demon, that thing is called a Scartlan fighter trooper, a legacy of the Dark Ages. It seems we have a tough battle to fight..." (End of Chapter)