Chapter 180 More like a devil than a hero
Shining, joyful flames exploded at the core of the God's Calculation Tower, and molten iron and magma fell onto the shoulders of the Imperial officers as they cooled.
But among those things, the tiny artificial intelligence core chip is beyond current human understanding, is resistant to high temperatures and can handle countless things on its own. It is regarded as a treasure that is the source of the soul. It is also the AI core of Pandora's Box that is actively sandwiched between scrap metal. Among them, it landed on Alan Bair's shoulder and kept sending out electrical signals.
Most of the iron objects were photographed by him. Later, at that moment, the imperial officer looked at the Iron Man of the Dark Ages with a hilarious expression, which revived the long and long memories in the electronic circuits of those guys who should not be afraid of anything.
At the end of the Iron Man War, the human heroes who committed suicide attacks on them in order to survive also had such crazy expressions.
"Evacuation protocol activated!" After a brief handover of the processor commander, the second man in the team, Iron Man, who had two power fists as multiple weapons, took command and issued such an order.
They originally served the Governor in order to find shelter from the plundering of the Human Empire. For thousands of years, they have been existing at the top of the God's Calculation Tower as the high-level bodyguards of the Mechanicum. Countless flesh and blood fell in front of them, and there were even judgments among them. Assassins of the Court or assassins of the Eldar xenos.
But they don't necessarily have the emotion of fear. The reason why the iron men's inner thoughts are now revived is also very simple. It is the result of the germination of the fear planted by human heroes 20,000 years ago.
Escape, this word is particularly absurd when used with artificial AI, but without the miraculous technology and means of replicating will like the Necron Tomb Center, at the end of this dark 40,000 years, the iron man who once threatened the galaxy is nothing more than Cang Hai. A grain of sand has not been erased by time and just sinks in the darkness.
Stomp, tap, tap, the iron men and the cracked void shields left at extremely fast speeds, covered with the shells of the Imperial Guard's shooting and gradual loss.
For the first time, Alan Bayer felt that his skin was all burned out, but the iron man was still strong and helped him resist most of the damage with the strongest breastplate.
But when the fine gold fragments exploded by the hot melt penetrated his thigh, bright red liquid flowed out of the flesh and blood, and he was injured for the first time in a long time.
The flesh and blood body, unable to bear the heavy burden, fell to the ground. Life is so fragile and yet so tough. It can perform countless heroic deeds, but it can also die from the most basic wounds. He sat on the ground, his thighs were as mature as The steak looked like it was bleeding.
"Hurry up, artificial skin, tonics, hemostatic agents, hurry up, hurry up!" the sergeant shouted anxiously, the Letling man looked worried, Alan Bayer just reluctantly stood up dizzy, and the blood from the wounds on his body soaked his uniform. The blood was stained, and the molten iron sheet fell on his helmet and shoulders, looking like a legendary demon.
"It's okay, I'm okay, go in through the pipe." Alan Bayer took the tonic and inserted it directly into his blood vessel accurately and crazily. The stimulant and madness allowed his blood to move forward slowly.
He wanted no support from his companions, no help, he only spoke. "Those iron men are going to report, hurry up, hurry up."
They must race against time. The enemy may have realized that they are coming and going from the pipeline, so it is too easy to block them.
The time is not up yet…
He needs to wait, and those unsettled things still need to be cleared through war. In this void where the Chaos Gods are rampant, the winner does not necessarily need to be strong, but only needs to be loyal.
The God of All Opportunities is just a waste who sold his soul. When the illusion brought by the tonic filled his body, the Lieutenant Colonel stood up straight. "Ha...quickly."
He climbed into the pipe first. The dark place was not supposed to be the path the Imperial Guard passed through. They needed to endure it if they wanted to get their dignity and victory back.
In the gray, smelly, cold metal pipes, the Letling people re-recognized their homeland. It was like hell. He squeezed through the crowd and took the initiative to lead the team. There was no souvenir, only a sense of joy like a new life, focusing on his due to society. To his cruel and broken but still loyal heart.
He spoke proactively. "We go out from the drainage outlet. There is no place to intercept us. The whole process is underground and far away from the vents. There is too little water in this world. The design of the drainage outlet is more for decoration and to deal with special situations. Most of the sewage will be purified, and the excrement will also be made into food, making it very clean, and its exit will lead directly to the wilderness, and we will be safe there.”
Alan Bair asked, holding the burned wound. "Then how do you determine the situation there? It's normal if it's blocked by debris."
"I don't know, no one knows, that kind of unnecessary place is indeed uninvestigated and unmaintained, but I believe that it is our best retreat location."
"The water pipe with a slope structure can allow us to slide down. We just need to pay attention to controlling the falling speed. We can reach the city in a few hours." The Stirling man showed a crazy smile, and the Imperial Guard soldiers had to admit it.
"This is a really bad amusement park. A summer water park?"
"Hahaha... I'm glad you figured it out." Alan Bair looked at the sergeant.
"How about it, is it a bet or..."
The sergeant answered immediately. "Bet, forest warriors are not afraid of the enemy and will not miss their opportunity, sir."
"Then, let's open this park and have a good time." Alan Bair held on to the wall of the pipe and kept moving forward, and the Letlings also speeded up.
The restless smell of promethium and the slowly shaking interior of the building told them that the Mechanicus was in action, and those demons made of metal were hunting down this group of flesh and blood who knew the heights of the sky and the earth, and wanted to use their souls and flesh to sacrifice their souls. god.
When the Imperial Guard stroked through the vents of those narrow pipes like mice, they had to hold their breath, watch vigilantly, and quietly watch the movements of the servants of the Mechanicus who were exploring everywhere. When the detection detectors stretched in, Kata Chang had to risk his life to catch the detection servitor, tear off its arm, and smash its monitor to delay time.
What follows is a mouse-like detour and hiding, changing the route so that the enemy cannot guess their target.
Alan Bayer only felt that their luck had run out. In the short journey of several thousand meters, this happened almost three or four times, which greatly slowed down their speed. On several occasions, the enemy even guessed their location. , started shooting at the wall, and the projectiles grazed his helmet, almost causing him more wounds.
The enemy was outnumbered on the way to the merger, but the Imperial Guard still felt humiliated by being forced by this group of scientific researchers. If they could have the opportunity to fire another bullet at the enemy and kill a few more people, they would definitely be willing to do it. .
At the end of the road, the experienced Imperial Guard soldier asked. "Is this the thing?" The sergeant held up a light source and shined it on the dark place like a glide path in front of him. This was a huge and terrifying slope with no way out.
"It's like your fucking pipe, black and smelly." The size can accommodate only one person at most. The walls of the pipe are very slippery, and the underground protects the water here from drying up, making the escape plan more difficult.
The sergeant had no choice, and the Letling man asked him mockingly. "Sir, are you scared?"
"No, the soldiers of Catachan will not be afraid. I will land first." He pressed his thigh against the wall and used his arms to confirm the deceleration. He held a light source in his mouth and looked forward.
The rich smell of plant fermentation, with a slight alcoholic smell and sweetness, more of rot and death, makes the Catachan people feel as if they have returned to their hometown, and the annoying bryophytes on the walls of the wet and sticky pipes are even more... It caused a lot of trouble for the Imperial Guard.
Swish, swish, swish, the moss on the wall of the pipe was scraped off by military boots, leaving behind two white marks and the sound of metal hitting.
"Asshole, it's sliding too fast!" Stirling yelled, but it was difficult to reduce the speed. He could only get into the pipe immediately and take out his rope.
"Not so fast! This is a semi-abandoned pipeline, there may be obstacles!" He stuck the rope on the platform at the entrance of the pipeline and descended quickly, so that his speed could be faster than the non-commissioned officer's landing. He watched the non-commissioned officer say of light, he kept shouting.
The sergeant also replied. "I wanted to stop, but the pipe was too wet!"
"Damn it..." the Sterling man cursed, and saw something vaguely under the light below. "There's something!"
The sergeant lowered his head and saw the thing under the looming light. It was a horizontal, shining ball of scrap metal, with a sharp protrusion like a blade. If it fell at his current speed, his body would definitely be penetrated!
"O Emperor!"
He thought about dying because of the enemy, or losing in the war. The worst case scenario was to be captured and played to death by aliens or heretics in humiliation, but the slippery pipe...
He took out the Catachan dagger. "I won't die!" The sharp blade was inserted into the pipe, and the crackling fireworks slightly slowed his descent, but the wet moss on his fingers prevented him from holding on too hard.
"Oops..." The fingers gradually slipped away, and the fall continued! And when the sergeant had to admit that he was reckless, the long rope fell down and circled him, just like the scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark, hanging him in the air.
But the owner of the rope loosened the rope, and his hairy fingers did not work in the pipe. As a recruit, he did a great job, but he was indeed too reckless, but among the Skadi, this There are indeed many characters.
"Ah! Emperor!" The situation has changed. Now the one who saves people must be saved. This dark and dangerous pipeline is like a thing that is thirsty for blood and chooses people to devour.
At the moment when he was about to be unlucky, the Stirling man somewhat regretted walking out of the gentle zone, but the light from the burst of hot melt made him unforgettable for a long time. He did not regret shooting, because he was a Letling man, and he only felt that he had left. It's too rash, I should get more good stuff.
"Ha..." The sharp metal was getting closer and closer, and he grabbed the wall hard. Although his falling speed decreased because of his light weight, he still couldn't stop completely.
"It's over..." He lost all hope, but suddenly a beam of light shot into the narrow, dark pipe, as bright and shining as the first time he saw the Imperial Guard during the Battle of the God's Calculation Tower.
"What!?" The strong light was enough to blind his eyes, which had never seen stars. The strong heat made him feel crazy. The metal turned into lava and fell down the pipe. He also gained space and slowed down his speed. slow.
"Ha... the Emperor's blessing..." He raised his head and looked at the person who rescued him, the Lieutenant Colonel. At this moment, Alan Bair's right hand inserted the Katachan blade into the pipe to fix his body, slowing down the landing speed, and took out the melt mode with his left hand. relic pistol.
"Boy, don't be too impulsive. Everyone should be careful when descending. Lean on the wall and slide down slowly."
"There's no time to play games, hurry up, hurry up." He seemed a bit cold, but that's what you have to do if you want to survive in this era. Being calm means destroying humanity and survival.
The Stirling man breathed heavily, watching the sergeant hand over his rope, and the Skadi man descended slowly and in an orderly manner. The dark pipe seemed to have no end, and the scary things and chaotic debris continued.
"The road is quite normal..." The Letling calculated how far it would take to reach his goal. This was his responsibility. "There are still 2 kilometers, which will take about half an hour at the current speed."
"Very good, we are going to escape soon." Alan Bayer said, a lot of blood spilled from his chest due to the rescue operation, but he concentrated on looking at the timer he carried.
the sergeant asked. "Boss, what are you doing with this thing?"
Alan Beyer just said. "This is part of the operation. If nothing else happens, we won't need this."
The Ratling laughed. "No, the exit is right in front!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thick metal limbs instantly penetrated into the ground, cutting off the pipe, causing violent vibrations and scattered parts.
"Oops! It's a mechanical arm used in a factory? How did the enemy know!?" The sergeant yelled, and then took out the hot melt and broke the long arm, but their path was completely blocked.
"Up! Climb out of the pipe along the arms. We have been discovered. We can't stay here, or we will be shot!" Alan Bair ordered, and led the Skadi people upwards, watching the servitors in the metal gaps lift up. The weapon, fired upwards at the Skadi soldier, was then smashed in the head by his precise attack and fell into the gap between the metal arm and the ground.
When the Skadi crawled back to the ground, the Ratling covered his eyes. He felt the sun for the first time. Is this something so dazzling and hot?
But the ground surface was just like what he thought. Instead of the troops greeting them, there were a large number of servitors stationed near the Divine Calculation Tower, tens of thousands of them, relying on automatic cannons and bunkers, trenches and equipment, watching eagerly.
The Skadi people kept shooting, dodging, and hiding next to only half of the engineering equipment, while Alan Bair just looked at the timer in his hand. The wounds on his body burst due to the violent activity, and his body was soaked with blood.
"It's time!" He smiled like a devil and looked at the oil guys. With just one expression, the members of the Mechanicus couldn't help but hide in the bunker, because the Mechanicus was frightened by this group of lunatics! I was sick today. I didn’t write 8,000 words, but only did 4,000
(End of chapter)