Chapter 181 The Wrath of the Emperor, the Founding Governor must be the enemy of the entire world
"What are you doing?" The Governor attached himself to the body of the Afar-level Skitarii and asked the scary guy in front of him in an electronic voice.
"Why did you invade my castle! Imperial Guard!"
"I am the Ohm Messiah, the incarnation of the God of All Machines in the human world! If a mortal like you steps into the holy realm with flesh and blood, don't even think about going back! Die! See your corpse emperor!"
Alan Bair just said to the Letling man next to him. "Do you have any more cigarettes? Come on, really. My whole body hurts. I need to find a military doctor to apply some oil when I get back..."
The Letling man handed over the cigarette and lit it carefully for his boss. In this dry and hot hive city, it is rare to enjoy such a thing.
Alan Bayer took a deep breath. Although he didn't think he would enjoy it as much as a high-end cigar, he almost spit it out after the strong musty smell overflowed.
You must know that the lieutenant colonel who has experienced several supply shortages during the long march has basically nothing to do with picky eating or waste, but he can only be disgusted to the point of spitting things out of his mouth twice.
Tanner tea and moldy tanner tea, and today I have to add one more, pipe-made cigarettes.
"Cough cough cough...what are you doing..." He kept coughing, and the Letling people also said. "Sun-dried red moss."
"This smell, why do you smoke it?"
replied the Ratling. "The smoke rings this thing spits out are very beautiful. We don't swallow them, we just suck them out and spit them out. It's entertainment."
Alan Bayer rolled his eyes. He once again tasted the pain of cultural differences, so he imitated the boy's actions and blew out a few smoke rings. The good news was that he was really stimulated and didn't care about the pain on his body. The bad news was that In addition to the wounds, his internal organs were now twisted together from a puff of spiked cigarettes.
But he was still very grateful to his boy for bringing him out. Although his fate was unfortunate, the result was pretty good. He looked at the skitarii over there with their weapons fully loaded. The result would have been better without those things.
He blew out the smoke ring again, hid behind the engineering machine, and looked at the cloudless sky. He wanted to scold that old guy, but he couldn't. There was no radio or speaker, and his voice was made of iron. The kind of person who can shout out is similar to the Astartes.
Since he couldn't scold him, Alan Bair waited, waiting for the Emperor to scold him. Didn't this old boy call himself the God of All Opportunities? He was so high that only the Emperor could scold him.
Alan Bair lay down and even began to wash his wounds with water and eat lunch.
"Boss, this firepower is too strong. What should we do? What should we do?!" The sergeant lowered his head and fired tens of thousands of firearms. It was outrageous that the Imperial Guard could hold on for a few seconds. If it weren't for the strength of this heavy machine, they would have been killed long ago. It's over.
Alan Bayer just stared at the sky and inhaled the smoke. "As long as you stay here, you'll be safe. Wait a moment, and the emperor's dirty words will arrive soon."
the sergeant said. "What a dirty word..."
The heretic governor was chattering endlessly at this moment. "You scumbags of the Imperial Guard, hurry up and pay for the damage you caused. Haha, the God of All Opportunities is singing my great achievements."
The Alpha Mechanicum soldier spat out words. "What is that? Lord God of All Machines."
"What?" The governor raised his head and looked at the fierce "meteor" of flames streaking across the sky.
"What are you doing? The missile will not hit me. I am the God of all opportunities!"
"As long as it is still a machine, it will not disobey me!"
But the high-explosive ammunition that flashed across the sky undoubtedly hit the huge army of the Mechanicus. What God of All Machines? This is a traditional kinetic weapon from Ancient Terra, made only of gunpowder and the Empire's cutting-edge materials engineering!
At a distant firing position, a civilian diesel engine pulled the ground-shaking cannon into the firing point. Both items were completely fuel-driven and did not use the empire's complex fiber bundles or control panels. There was almost no machine soul, whether it was spiritual Energy or electrons, they are ancient things powered entirely by fuel and gunpowder, just like firearms.
High-explosive bombs fell to the ground, kicking up thick clouds of dust and death, scattering the servitors, leaving only traces of parts and oil.
"What?! My void shield... have you destroyed it? But what is this weapon? There should be no artillery equipment production in this sector..."
"Impossible, is your Corpse Emperor really protecting you? Why are there kinetic cannonballs!"
Roaring thunder and lightning fell on his position in reply, and the governor's body was instantly smashed, leaving only a mess. The private held a telescope and conveyed to the second lieutenant.
"Hit, another shot, south, 56 points, height 223 meters."
the ensign shouted. "Hit, another shot, south, 56 points, height 223 meters!"
Finally the chief of staff shouted to the artillery team that was preparing to go. "Hit, another shot, south, 56 points, height 223 meters."
It is such a primitive method, a tactic that has long been discontinued even in the ancient Terra era, but it is the basis for maintaining war, because the so-called war is a thing where lives bite each other, and all tactics and goals are to kill the enemy.
Alan Bayer looked at the falling shells and drew out his beautiful eye circles. "I caught up. Really, I moved so slowly."
The Letlings commented. "Beautiful smoke, boss, you can get started quickly."
Alan Beyer simply replied. "It's simple, but I'm done with this roll. This should be the last pipe tobacco."
The Letlings just watched the Earth-Shaking Cannon slowly cutting into the Divine Calculation Tower, showing a pity expression. "There's no way, the old won't go and the new won't come."
"Celebrating my new birth for the Emperor's sake, boss.
"Well, then, use the lives of the servitors here to celebrate the increase in the number of Skadi's only regiment. The entire Skadi commando team will obey the order and wipe out the heretics here. No matter who the enemy is, we will shoot ! ”
"Kill, cheer, when they are bombarded by the Imperial Guard, use the most accurate shots to kill those guys who barely escape the gunfire. They may be the lucky ones, but the fate of heretics is only death."
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"Private Leitlin, the leader of the demihuman auxiliary army, let me see what the empire's most elite sniper looks like!"
Alan Bair raised his weapon and looked at the servitors who were escaping. He accurately smashed the heads of those losers. Skadi's only regiment was not an artillery regiment. They couldn't think too much about their ability to use earth-shaking cannons. The pressure was on them. We arrived at the assault force that was fighting the enemy.
Everyone who betrays the Emperor must die!
The Letling man raised his weapon, dopamine was secreted, and adrenaline was constantly flowing. He drooled with excitement, and the sniper carbine took away the lives of the two servitors with a whoosh. It was precise, deadly, and the bullets were all fired.
The members of the Skadi Commandos are all sharpshooters. They are demons, gods of death, and scythes. Their blades turn into explosive muskets, shooting at the few things that run away due to instinct.
Exploding engine oil, flesh and blood, parts, massacre and extermination played a symphony of death next to Pan Lan's divine calculation tower. For the first time, the Stirling man felt that he was the commander of his own life. The pleasure made him indifferent. He shot hesitantly, but suddenly, Alan Bair held his shoulder.
"That's enough, you are a soldier, not a butcher, and your magazine is empty."
One sentence imagined this crazy guy, and his fingers stopped torturing the empty magazine. When he looked at the corpses in front of him, the complicated feelings in his heart reappeared. He had nothing, no family, no society, no sense of recognition. What can such a soldier do?
"Boss, I..."
Allan Baier said. "This cigarette is quite interesting. Can you make some more? There should be a lot of moss in the pipe. When the war is over, we will go inside the pipe and get some."
The Sterling man nodded. "Yes, I will let the smoke fill the military camp and stay there for a long time."
Alan Bair frowned. "We have a counselor, be careful he gets caught."
said the Sterling man. "The guy who can catch me hasn't been born yet."
But this comfort was soon interrupted by the buzzing sound of transport trucks. "Reinforcements are coming." Alan Bair looked at the approaching trucks in the distance. Those old antiques that spit out black fuel mist are the only iron horses of the Imperial Guard today, and they are also the core of maintaining the war.
The main force of Skadi and those on Pan Lan who were willing to join the war formed a heresy killing group of about 20,000 people. The flames of revenge were burning, and the earth-shaking artillery team continuously attacked the God's Calculation Tower. Even the indestructible mountain peaks made of fine gold could not be destroyed. Slowly collapsing.
In addition to the Imperial Guards, the people who got off the truck also had a large number of Skitarii. They were all mechanically modified. Only a few organs were affected, and their combat effectiveness was reduced. However, they awakened parts of themselves because of the energy of the Heretic Governor. original will.
But the servitors are all scum or forced to reform. Their will is not considered a warrior. Fortunately, their brain lobes have been cut off. The only use of those empty-headed things at the moment is to bring them to the enemy and inject them with stimulants and hormones. Forcing them to unleash their rage and desire to attack their enemies.
I have to say that in this aspect, the Empire is more like a "villain" than a heresy, but there is no so-called villain in this dark universe, only survival.
Those servitors, the so-called suicide regiments, can barely reduce the demand and consumption of infantry. They are also a substitute for Skadi's increasingly scarce infantry force.
It is also something that Skadi lacks. Adding the power of the Mechanicus to Skadi's army can also slow down the attrition. Even if there is no Mechanic Priest, it can be used by injecting drugs to make a disposable combat machine, which is extremely cost-effective.
In other words, Alan Bair approached the private and second lieutenant and patted them on the shoulder. “I didn’t expect the persuasion work to go so smoothly.”
The private pointed at the huge tourist group of Sage Mechanicus over there. Those people of seventy and eighty years old with terrifying technological transformations were crowded together and got off the truck like a tourist group. And the unlucky one was designated as untouchable by Alan Bair. Catachan, who was a tourist, became a tour guide.
Private he said. "The sage who took care of the children did a good job. He was smart and had a good mouth. With just a few words, he made those hesitant guys understand the stakes."
"The main reason is that he has high attainments in binary language (machine language, binary language), is also proficient in genetic science (raising girls to develop all-round talents), and can answer questions correctly in front of most mechanical sages."
"I feel relieved to have him as Pan Lan's successor as governor."
Alan Baier said. "Children make people mature... I always feel that the oil guys are a bit like a group of guys who can't grow up. Is it because they are too knowledgeable about in vitro fertilization and public support?"
Alan Bair's words do make sense, but this is not what the Imperial Guard thinks about. If the Mechanicus really needs a normal breeding relationship to maintain its special humanity, the new governor will naturally do it.
The biggest problem at the moment is that untouchables are very rare, and many genetic sages don't look right at that Catachan.
If the war doesn't end soon, the Catachan forest warrior might be dissected that day. Although Alan Bair is not worried about his combat effectiveness, it is difficult to guard against domestic thieves if he is guarded day and night.
However, the help of so many sages also means that the war has completely tilted towards the empire, servitors and technology, and most importantly, the design drawings and terrain information of the forge world in their heads will allow the infantry units to take advantage of the right time and place. .
This foundry governor has made himself an enemy of the entire world. No matter how powerful the corpse of the heretic demon is, it is still just a demon. The tens of billions of people in the entire forge world will be drowned by him if there is enough time.
Victory was already in hand, the Imperial Guard's bombardment continued, and the Divine Calculation Tower began to collapse, but Alan Bair had no time to wait.
"Shout, ask the engineering department to start installing melt bombs on the bottom foundation of the Divine Calculation Tower..." After he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he thought of the scenery that was comparable to a loving father's garden.
"No, tell the engineering department to blow up the first floor of the tower!"
the private asked doubtfully. “Isn’t the foundation better?”
Alan Beyer just said. "You will know where you have time to go. You must not bomb it there. I personally recommend waiting for the war to end, finding a stone to bury it, and then waiting for the bacteria inside to finish those gluttonous feasts."
The private looked confused. "Sir, what kind of gluttonous feast is this?"
The second lieutenant interrupted. "Don't ask, do more and talk less, isn't that right? Boss."
Alan Bair pointed to the ensign. "You're a good boy but don't learn from others. You have a lot of crooked ways, but it's true. As a soldier, you'd better not ask questions about some things for the rest of your life."
He knows that many stories in this universe are best understood only by a few elites, especially the subspace, human history, and the reality of this universe.
This is also the reason why he arranged for the second lieutenant to be next to the private. Guys from the forging world have an extra thirst for knowledge.
Secondly…
The Governor has yet to be brought to justice, and God knows what other ruthless things the old guy has yet to do.
He looked at the top of the tower, which represented the pinnacle of the Mechanicus' power. Alan Bair's worry was right. At this moment, in the top space of the God's Calculation Tower, countless mechanical tentacles grabbed, cut, and broke the adamantine walls or darkness. The high-tech products left over from the era are only used to fill the bloated body of the Founding Governor.
At the top of the God's Calculation Tower, the remains of Merovingian became a breeding ground for the development of some morbid substance. Although the Governor claimed to be the god of all opportunities, he was just a controlled puppet.
But this huge, morbid body was like an evil dragon entrenched on a solitary mountain. The governor's only protruding old head looked greedily at this beautiful forging world. "What's mine, it's all mine..." (End of Chapter)