Chapter 178 Annihilation Agreement, Start
There was still a lot of time, Alan Beyer looked at the pocket watch in his hand and was thankful.
This time the Imperial Guard's operation received friendly help from the local indigenous people, and it can even be said that they helped with all their resources.
When Alan Bair crawled through the narrow tube area, and the west hall was full of stained glass and altered statues of the Emperor, turning the God of Planes and the Emperor into statues of the Heretic Governor, it was hard to imagine that they were so short. Time can do such radical changes.
Under the light of the star that shines through the bullet-proof colored glass, the Mechanicus servitors, as large as the clone army, are armed with firearms. They are so large that they can definitely destroy the Skadis.
And the Emperor bless them, the current situation seems to be good, at least except for the narrow ventilation ducts, everything else is pretty good.
"Emperor, they are these pests of the empire." The sergeant looked at the faint light covered by the iron sheet at the entrance of the vague ventilation duct, the huge heretic army and their desire for the death of the Skadi.
The complex pipeline equipment extends in all directions. With the help of the pipe Stirlings, the Skadi soldiers successfully bypassed the enemies, but the pipelines are not omnipotent. The only places where the vents are well hidden are the habitats of the Lytlings. Nearby, other areas are still garrisoned by the Adeptus Mechanicus.
It was no accident that a living person was captured. Alan Bayer smelled the smelly "body fragrance" of the Stirling people, and his thoughts could grasp the core of the current matter. Under the desperate situation with the attention of the gods, those terrible things Things are frantically grabbing at the souls of loyal citizens of the Empire.
So psychic energy definitely played a very important role in it, and the sound of people crawling in the pipes and making metal collisions rhythmically made the quiet place noisy, but the Letlings managed to move forward silently.
Alan Bayer still admires this guy for surviving the loneliness without a partner, but still has a burning will to survive. He also wonders, if he were like him, could he still maintain such ease?
"Ha, you are amazing, Ratling, do you want to join the Imperial Guard?" This sentence suddenly ran out of Sergeant Skadi's mouth, because the loyal forest man saw himself in this miserable guy.
The same loyalty, the similar lack of understanding, and the burning desire to survive in a desperate place, the desire to survive, made the Catachans unconsciously recognize it.
Tough guys only like tough guys, which is probably the second reason why this Stirling helps the Imperial Guard.
But the short hunk just rubbed his nose. "No, the pipeline is everything to me. The battlefield is your destination. People always have places they want to go back to, but I was not born to be a warrior."
Alan Bayer said suddenly. "You were born a pipeline engineer, your narrow fingers, your body are all made for this, but do you want to accept this fate? If you can do more for the Emperor, do you still want to escape? ?”
"You have better places than here."
"Then where is that? What you call the future is death and war?" he asked.
Alan Beyer replied. "It is a struggle. In this dark universe, if we cannot fight, humanity will completely lose its value. The Emperor is looking forward to struggle, so is the subspace, so are the aliens, and even our fellow humans."
"And you can obviously raise your gun and kill the enemy. Is it fun to hide here? Letlings are heroes who use sniper rifles!"
"Like your ancestors, join the Imperial Guard."
"With your help, we can walk directly through the complicated passage and drive the void shield generator directly!"
"So what? I'm just an engineer, Lieutenant Colonel, you've got the wrong person!" the Letling man retorted.
Alan Bayer said. "I'm not. It's just that you are afraid. The pipeline is warm and safe. However, you obviously have the ability to escape to the liberated area, but you even endured the onset of scurvy and did not leave. You take this narrow place too seriously."< br>
The words became more intense and contradictory, and the Lytlin must also realize that the empire needed him. At this moment, he really had the idea of leaving in his mind, but when his plush fingers touched the vertical pipes on the first floor that connected the second floor, That thought suddenly stopped.
"I'll go up and get the rope off, you climb out, that's it, our cooperation is over."
The stars were stirring, but he once again rejected such an impetuous invitation, preferring to leave the blood feud to outsiders to settle the matter. Alan Bair had realized that the Skaven in front of him was no longer valuable, and the Emperor did not need him.
He held the rope. "Is that the end..."
"Everyone rushes upward, we enter the second floor, and I would like to thank my fellow Sterling people again for their help, so that the war can go smoothly."
"Salute!"
The Skadi people raised their arms in salute, and then climbed up very quickly and skillfully, leaving only the silence and cold inside the pipe, the faint reflection under the promethium light, and an abrupt, ding-dong, metal object. The sound of landing.
cried the Sterling man. "You lost your things!" Then he climbed up the tunnel and came to the edge of his hometown. On the second floor stairs, he saw the things left behind, a deflagration carbine with a scope, a beautiful silver-white killing machine, What made him feel nostalgic was the nostalgia of his ancestors in his bloodline...
As Alan Bair said, his ancestor was a sniper on the battlefield. When he saw the weapon with a sight, the burning emotion of working for the Emperor was rekindled.
With his eyes closed, he didn't know the strange feeling inside. As an untouchable and a mutant, he was destined to have nowhere to go. Of course, he didn't know that he was untouchable, but he was born to be ostracized by society and the crowd. Madness is a gift from the Emperor.
What on earth was he living for... When the Skadi saluted him, he also felt for the first time the dopamine secretion that humans get when they help others, which made him addicted and made him aware at the same time.
What do he have in common with the group of people in front of him...
Alan Bair knew very well that they were all the sad descendants of their own nation, but there was a slight difference between being on the verge of extinction and already destined to be extinct. Their prayers were also the same, which was to avenge the culprit who caused this incident.
But their actions were different, dodging and attacking, which made the Letling feel weak and weak. He opened the waterproof bag and drank the extremely sweet vitamin supplement, but he looked at the dark and unfamiliar distance, and there was no Hidden pipeline, lost in confusion.
But the sudden breeze danced into the pipe, and the slight propulsion made the Stirling man move forward involuntarily. Only when his toes touched the cold pipe wall did he realize that his home and the unknown place were both there. same.
"Ha...it's so boring..." He suddenly laughed, his furry cheeks looked a little cautious, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he used his hands and feet to move forward very quickly to find the whereabouts of the Imperial Guard.
The souls active in this dark universe have their roots buried in the thoughts of fighting for their own race. Since the ancient Terran era of human civilization, countries, races, and today's survival, civilization, and race, this has not changed. .
If you are invaded, if you need war, then go to war. If you need revenge, take up arms and firearms. Peace and revenge without sacrifice are worthless. Victory without struggle is just charity. This is how the Imperial Guard was established. Regardless of this No matter how dark the universe is, this thing will not change.
The rustling sound was conveyed in the pipe. The servitor team patrolling the second floor noticed this situation. During their firm and unified actions, the captain suddenly stopped.
"Auditory sensor detects anomalies,"
"No. d274748, go and inspect the pipeline."
Because of the huge size of the Calculation Tower, maintaining sufficient oxygen supply requires a huge ventilation system and duct system that can accommodate a human body. Therefore, it has become the core observation point of the Mechanicus' patrols. Although there are many routine inspections, Mutated giant rodents make most of the sounds.
However, the Mechanicum's servitor still tirelessly repeated such actions. He bent his body, and the titanium alloy multi-functional tool on his arm was driven by the engine to quickly open the complex metal fence of the ventilation duct.
"The examination begins, praise algebra..." He bent down his body, the metal mask expressionless, just like his modified brain, there was no expression anymore, but the Mechanicus' protective servitor was not completely absent. Thoughts.
His raw materials still contain many personal and innocuous little habits. Some Imperial scholars believe that the neuron replacement system cannot completely erase emotions, but only formats the brain. When something exciting enough happens, those emotions will reappear. Although it may only appear for a moment.
At this moment, the servitor obviously let out a cry of fear. He saw the flash of human cheeks, and then his whole body was pulled towards the ventilation duct by a huge force. His metal body completely resisted the opening of the ventilation duct and moved. No, the arm was clamped by a powerful force.
Let him recall the overwhelming feeling the lathe gave him during his reconstructive surgery.
Such a situation aroused his emotions. Amidst the heart-rending screams, the electromagnetic gun arm on his arm was grabbed by a human hand, and then the iron sheet on it was forcibly pulled out by human fingers, and the weapon was triggered using a mechanical trigger. It fired.
Promethium-driven flame energy strafed his teammates, and his sensors kept sending out red warnings, emphasizing that he was under friendly attack, but he couldn't resist that kind of power. "Dodge! Dodge, pay attention to dodge! There are enemies!"
"What are you doing! No. d274748! Put down your weapons, carry out the forced agreement, close...!" The Alpha-level captain enforced it to a normal level, as if the servitor was deliberately shooting with a dark green electromagnetic gun!
"I can't control myself, sir, I can't..." But before he could finish his words, the Adeptus Mechanicus' skitarii had opened fire, and their uranium-burning flintlocks instantly smashed the heads of the inferior products that were fired at will, preventing them from hindering them. The coming of the God of All Opportunities.
When those servitors were relieved, more crazy shooting followed. Such attacks completely cut off the mechanical circuits of the servitors, which were not very smart and sensitive. The troops created by the Mechanicus for loyalty and unified command were facing They are so passive when dealing with a highly adaptable force like the Skadis.
Even if they racked all the machine oil in their heads, they still couldn't figure out why the dead servitor could still shoot. It was even less likely that a human could hold the servitor's body and physically control it.
Such chaos caused them to shoot in disorder, so that other troops patrolling the corridor area were also affected. The servitors quickly realized that someone had rebelled. The next step was to simply follow the system design, intruder, betrayal Those who are killed will be killed without mercy.
Such logical design errors are infinitely magnified without the guidance of a sage, and are commonly known as bugs. In this dark 40th millennium, people have to face such a situation.
It is impossible for human beings to regain the AI technology of the Dark Ages, so such a situation will easily occur in the legions of the Advanced Mechanicus. They will check the algebra, praise the God of All Machines, raise their guns, betray their friends, betray the supreme will, and die without mercy. .
Small conflicts gradually evolved into shooting at each other, then into larger-scale attacks, and then were judged by the system as quite serious resistance incidents.
The culprit in the pipeline watched with relish as these servitors made of imperial fine gold played a killing and chicken-eating contest.
"Fight, hit harder. It's best not to leave any one left." Alan Beyer even wanted to take out the can and eat it while looking at it.
The Mechanicus is afraid of giving its creations enough intelligence, so this is the price. Just a small act of confusion can make the codes of these machines unclear and unconscious.
How can these insect-like machines protect the empire from thousands of enemies?
Seeing the increasingly violent happy servitors eating chicken in the periphery, plunging the area into a war, the Imperial Guard estimated when they could go out to enjoy their achievements, but the thermal weapon suppression of violent incineration cannons and explosive cannons suddenly appeared.
"The Treaty of Destruction has been activated." Scartlan made a restless voice. Normally, they can only speak binary language. Obviously their intelligence has been modified and strengthened. Its huge body, gray and white color scheme, with a gear logo painted on its chest, five Two units are equipped with melee power gloves, and three units are equipped with fire suppression.
The Imperial Guard immediately fell silent, crawling on the pipe like poisonous snakes.
The next game of chicken suddenly became boring. The shots of the servitors were reflected by the offset stance of those battle robots left over from the dark ages, and even became the thing that killed them.
The intense firepower of the three robots was even more terrifying. The dense firepower network burst out in the narrow tunnel, and its power could dent the adamantine layer. In just a moment, the chaos caused by the Imperial Guard was extinguished.
After those "Baymax" left, Alan Bair looked at the devastated ground and dead servitor wreckage, and had to comment.
"It's just that the flames can't be controlled. If you want to burn an area, why not use nuclear bombs to extinguish it?"
said the sergeant. "Traitors cannot tolerate betrayal. This is the same line. How ironic."
Alan Bair sighed. "If the Ratlings continue to help us, we can avoid the attacks of those monster Iron Men."
The sergeant said. "Don't talk about that stinky bastard. He can obviously live a prosperous life, but he keeps rejecting us."
Alan Beyer said. "Living towards death is not suitable for everyone."
But a sharp voice answered. "Yes, but I am that kind of person. Thank you for your gift, and I agreed to the Imperial Guard's invitation. I will take you to the place you expect." The Letling man holding a carbine came out of nowhere. The furry face said with a smile as the Imperial Guard appeared at the location of the pipe they were going to pass through.
Alan Bayer was not surprised, he just said. "Welcome to the army, you will join the army as a first-class soldier. Depending on your performance this time, you may be able to occupy a high position."
Letlings just. "All you need is food and shelter." (End of Chapter)