Chapter 179 Scatlan, the last legacy of the Dark Age
During this time, Alan Bayer often looked at the pocket watch he brought from the camp...
The Letlings, on the other hand, shuttled through the dark pipes lightly, without even needing light, just like fish in the deep sea as naturally.
He would often touch the joints of the pipes with his fingers, and then he would be confident. When Alan Bayer shined a light on the place where he was touching, he realized that it was not witchcraft, but an inheritance from generation to generation. The small text is only about the size of a thumb and is hidden in the corners of the pipe.
"What is this, a strange symbol, like..." It is difficult for Alan Bayer to describe such a thing, but he probably knows that it is an image like a QR code, which is complex, dense, and has a large amount of information. Probably something human-readable.
But the Ratling said. "This is the writing that channels people. Unlike Gothic, this is something unique to us."
Alan Bayer noticed something was wrong. "Writing? Do you have a culture that is independent of the mainstream social atmosphere within the empire?"
"Then..." A terrible thought flashed through his mind. "The population when this place is full of people..."
replied the Ratling. "About 3 million."
Alan Beyer comments. "Another big deal that hasn't been counted yet." He sighed a little. The history of Terra he experienced was only a few thousand years. When this narrow channel can enable such a number of beings to establish a small and unique civilization, he The "greatness" and "advancedness" of the previous life are nothing now.
And his world is still full of conflicts due to race, gender, and sexual orientation. At the end of this dark 40th millennium, mankind has long overcome those problems, but many people evaluate this era as "backward".
There is no difference between human beings being backward and advanced, only the difference between strength and predatory ability. If the Empire can restore the technology of the Dark Ages and have the spiritual attainments of the Eldar, then humans in this era will inevitably become the masters of the galaxy.
Although he is smart, he has never dared to be superior. The gods smile evilly, the emperor is tired, and mankind is in a precarious era, then...
The Skadi people heard a humming noise from the end of the passage at this moment, and they all knew that their destination was approaching.
Alan Bayer put away his thoughts and turned off the lights. Only the faint light from outside the grille at the end of the passage came.
Click, click, the sound of metal and energy batteries hitting each other and the faint smell of promethium announce the warning of war. The feeling that makes people feel heart pounding, the instinct of blood and struggle is buried in the essence of life.
Their own Emperor was clamoring in their hearts, demanding that they shoot at the enemies of humanity, and whether it was a Stirling or a Skadi, if the light shone on their faces at this moment, their expressions at this moment were definitely A smile, a hideous smile.
The sweet taste of revenge is addictive, and those who have tasted war are also cursed. They will fall into weakness and mental breakdown after leaving the battlefield. Only through constant battles and struggles can we feel alive. In this dark galaxy, let the war continue. The flame burns with light until it can replace the stars, heat and light.
Action, shooting a blast from the pipe, the Stirling man is just like his ancestors. Years of living in the pipe have made his eyes more sensitive, and the feel and movement of shooting are more like engraved in his DNA and genes. in life.
The silenced muzzle of the deflagration gun radiated red light. The Stirling's shot, the first shot in his life, the shot filled with resentment and death, made his slender plush arms tremble constantly. The sergeant patted his Shoulders, his whole body almost jumped up in the narrow place of the pipe.
"Recruit, how do you feel?" the sergeant asked him. The Stirling man also panted heavily and looked at the engine oil flowing out of the pipe mouth, which was bright red like blood. "It's cool...it's so cool. So those high-level things are so weak?"
"I want to win, I want to win, I want revenge, sir!" He didn't feel that he had "killed" at all. Instead, the pleasure brought by the successful sniper secreted strong dopamine, making this guy huddled in the tunnel almost addicted.
But that kind of madness did not scare the Imperial Guard. After the beeping warning sounds from the other side of the pipe, the vigorous cheetahs no longer pretended to be mice. They jumped out of the pipe using their hands and feet, and the sharp Katachan blade penetrated the servitor. The liquid spilled out of the hydraulic pipe and wetted the metal ground.
"Zone safe."
Alan Bair ordered. "Start installing the melta bombs, these are the last two to ensure the void shield collapses."
When Alan Bair left the pipe, the long-lost dazzling light made him slightly close his eyes. The huge and familiar void generator was in front of him, with a design like an inverted table, with gems inlaid on the front to provide energy. , Alan Bayer still couldn't bear it that this valuable thing was going to be destroyed by himself.
This huge creation that has existed since the beginning of the Darkest Age is working day and night in this huge room without daylight. The smell of promethium fuel fills this place protected by fine gold.
Blow it up, start an all-out war, claim the world, show your loyalty to the Emperor, and move on as usual.
The Letlings ensured that this place would not be psychically detected. The matter had been settled and there was no doubt about its success. Alan Bair was sure that he was blessed by the Emperor. At least this operation was blessed by the Emperor.
The soldiers approach the roaring void shield. This is the start of the war. The melt will change the current passive situation of the Imperial Guard. The huge firepower generated by the powerful earth-shaking cannon will destroy this thousands-year-old tower. As The scientific research base has existed for too long. Although it is a pity to die due to the betrayal of heretics, various problems within it have also existed for a long time.
The pipes are old, the foundation is dented, and although the adamantine on the walls is still strong, it is only a matter of time before it collapses. The Imperial Guard is just ahead of schedule, predicting the death of the once loyal God Tower.
However, the Sterling people still cherish this place. This place where all his memories are gathered, and this place that is caught in the center of the war storm, is his hometown.
"I have nothing left, Lieutenant Colonel. I didn't expect that I was the one who helped others destroy her." The Sterling man sighed.
Alan Bayer said. "You have a new home, let things go. People have to move forward, just like we are used to."
The Sterling man sat on the ground, crossed his thighs in boredom, and took out the treasure in his pocket. It was a crumpled cigarette ring. He lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, and blew out a big white smoke ring. . "Yeah, it's over. Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel. Now I have a new family. What's her name?" The Sterling man raised his carbine, which was almost half his length, with a beautiful extended barrel and The powerful Skadi explodes the gun with sniper fire.
Alan Beyer said. "There is no name, you come and get it."
said the Sterling man. "What about Bag End? My dream is to have a cave of my own, warm, with a stove and food, a bed and happiness, with fields at the door, where I can bathe in the wind and sunshine."
Alan Beyer thought for a moment. "It's a good name, but reality and dreams seem to be far apart. If one day the war that burns the galaxy ends, we can also have everyone have their own Bag End. Maybe when the Emperor stands up from the throne, Even giants can retire, and demigods can gather in taverns to drink and become teachers, artists, businessmen..."
"And now, all we can do is win. Victory in this almost apocalyptic despair will make heretics tremble and aliens fear." The sergeant emphasized.
The engineering team also reports. "It has been installed and can be started. Let's retreat..."
Hissing, buzzing, the door made of adamantine suddenly opened slowly, and the Imperial Guard fell silent instantly, hiding like insects in the complex pipeline system or behind the bunker.
Five huge mechanical creations four to five meters high slowly walked in here. The sound of their feet was almost like an earthquake, and the sense of oppression was stronger than that of the Space Marines.
Alan Bayer was hiding behind the restless promethium generator, and those soulless mechanical monsters kept moving forward.
"Investigation, patrolling, protocol initiated, permission requested, buzzing..."
Alan Bair watched them approach slowly. If nothing else goes wrong and they rely on electronic psychic power to operate remotely like servitors, then as long as they get close to the Letlings, they will enter a brief stagnation. Then switch to the state of destruction and deal with any living creature endlessly.
Lasting until their energy is used up, this is also the final insurance designed by the Mechanicum to drive these iron men, and it is also the reason why Alan Bayer is not afraid of these iron skins.
Things without intelligence are not even as good as servitors. As long as their controller does not command them, then it is nothing more than scrap metal.
All dark age technologies are gone! It's time for the Imperial Guard!
The 60 elites raised their weapons, wary of the approaching monsters. As the iron man team approached, Alan Bayer could feel the heartbeat of the Letlings almost roaring to the point where it was faintly visible. "Calm down, recruit, it's just ironhide," he declared to the poor demi-human in what little comfort he could, and watched as the things approached.
Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...
arrive! Five meters!
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They didn't lose control or lose their target. They were still moving forward. Alan Bayer couldn't understand how this stupid technology could be possible without floppy disk input and psychic control, without the help of data craftsmen...
A crazy idea flashed through his mind, that is, these iron men are...AI!
"Impossible, but..." The enemy continued to advance. Alan Bair suddenly ran out of the bunker, raised his power sickle, and the powerful force blocked an iron man who used power gloves to fight in close combat.
"Ah!" he cried, the scythe's destructive stance buzzing, and the Iron Man answered immediately.
"Activate the self-defense agreement." It made a defensive posture, blocking all the power of Alan Bair. The iron man next to it raised its weapon and shot at him, while the Skadi immediately stood up and countless beams of light suddenly attacked.
"Start..." When those iron men saw the attack, they triggered the deflection shield around them before they even read out the protocol for activating the protective shield.
Alan Bayer showed a terrifying smile and looked at the thing wrestling with him in front of him. "Artificial intelligence, I didn't expect it to really exist, Iron Man! Hiding in the darkness of the empire, are you crawling out with the heretics now?!"
The robot in front of him suddenly showed a humanized emotion of fear, and its power instantly weakened. When he was pushed backwards, it began to mutter an incredibly emotionless tone. "How, how is it possible, humans actually..." He also spoke in broken but accurate Gothic, and looked at the imperial officer in front of him in surprise.
"Cover me! Cover me! Compatriots!"
Those robots raised their weapons and fired at Alan Baier eagerly, but their weapons were quickly absorbed by Alan Baier's personal void shield. When they planned to use incendiary cannons to overload the shield, they bore the risk of the attack. The offset shield also reached its limit at this moment.
Dozens of lasers shot at their bodies, and the intense energy of the heat rays instantly tore open the thick ceramic-steel hybrid armor, revealing the complex circuit system underneath.
Those robots could only quickly hide in the bunker, but their huge bodies always made them unable to care about their whole bodies, constantly increasing armor wounds.
The struck melee Scatlan robot was pushed towards the void shield generator by Alan Bair. Its thick foot armor drew deep marks on the ground. The destruction stances touched each other, fireworks and buzzing. The buzzing sound was enough to make a mortal's head bleed and his eyes blind, but Alan Bair just stared into the iron man's eyes.
Iron Man's intelligent program kept shouting. "It's not human, it's not human, what on earth is it?!"
Alan Bair cursed. "I am the nightmare of relics like you! Die for the sin that destroyed the greatest history of mankind! Heretic!"
Swish, swish, the incendiary cannon behind the robot gathered energy and emitted a dark green light, hitting Alan Bayer's face in just an instant. The fierce energy made the void shield shine with a strong light, and then the powerful personal shield The bright light on the shield dispersed.
"Overload successful, mortal, goodbye." Iron Man showed clear emotions. He no longer suppressed himself. He wanted to win, no matter what time it was.
The energy burned, and the energy in the dark muzzle gathered from the weapon carried on its back. The heat turned it red, and Alan Bayer had only two choices, to be beaten to disability or even death, or to escape and let this The AI squad regrouped with no losses.
This group of smart robots obviously suffered from Alan Bair's surprise attack and his unclear physical strength. If they regrouped, the Imperial Guard would suffer losses. This was something he couldn't bear. Even if he lost an arm, he This commander aircraft must be killed too!
Iron Man fired, and a heat beam suddenly appeared, but a moment later, the heat ray penetrated the heat that had just gathered at the muzzle, and then the barrel exploded. Iron Man's internal system spilled countless amounts of engine oil from the gaps in the armor due to heat backlash.
The Stirling man raised his carbine, proving that there was no problem with his joining. It was one of Alan Bayer's wisest decisions!
Next, all the grievances and grievances from the Iron Man rebellion until now were piled on Alan Bair. Those resentments and revengeful mentality focused on the thoughts of countless heroic spirits in human history who wanted to liquidate the Iron Man's sins, making them resonate and become stronger, until mortals actually really Press the Iron Man on top of the melta bomb that was installed in advance!
"No!" the robot wailed, and then a violent flash of light appeared, like a falling star, it was so beautiful...(End of this chapter)