Chapter 211: Capture the heretical supply chain and create a new industrial revolution
The master driver of the Imperial Guard, the Sun Lord drove the Chimera armored vehicle through the streets and rugged trails at extremely fast speeds. Although due to the speed limit of the Imperial suspension engine, or to be precise, the anti-gravity equipment, the planetary governor could not escape.
But war engines do not exist to cross crowded and narrow hives, but to give war an advantage. Compared with vehicles, their responsibility is to be weapons.
The Chimera's reliable engine had burned to its limit, but it was still idling frequently on the bumpy streets of the hive city. In this embarrassing situation of being unable to pull away and unable to go far, Alan Bair cursed this damn guy, but he still managed to keep his spirits up. Control the car body.
The thickly armored vehicle had no burden when it hit the street, and the same was true for Superman's Sun Lord. But in the face of today's world where speed equals time equals value, he has no room for error. It's not easy to just follow him at the moment.
With several curves and sharp turns, it would be better to get closer and then fall again. It would be impossible to intercept before the destination. The Sun Lord needs to go to the star port in advance.
"Damn it, speed it up..." Alan Beyer cursed, twisting the steering wheel, praying that the target would not change positions.
At this moment, a bright light hit the Chimera's body, and the Sun Lord saw the light coming from the hole even through the armored vehicle.
"Come up!" The suspended transport plane is the support force of the Imperial Guard. This is not the model that Skadi often uses, but the aircraft of the local Imperial Guard. A thin and long ladder falls and swings as the aircraft moves forward.
Alan Bair grabbed the thing and took off like Tarzan, shaking it while aiming and teasing the people in the transport plane. "Thank you for finding me here!"
On the transport plane, the Falakian warriors poked their heads out. "Boss, you are the one who chased me to death. We were able to locate it through the oriole."
"I didn't expect that you had already figured this out, and while we were still hesitating and doubting, you had already decided on the next path!"
"Stop flattering, hurry up and get closer to the enemy. This wind pressure makes me uncomfortable. How about you come down and taste the cold wind of minus ten degrees?" Alan Bayer scolded, and the soldier could only accelerate forward. After all, as a person from a warm area, the sub-zero wind is enough to give him frostbite.
At this moment, the Sun Lord was hanging on the ladder, clasping his fingers firmly, putting away the weapon, leaning forward, and began to increase his strength as the ladder swayed.
He wanted to jump onto that platform, high in the sky, and the target was no more than five meters away. It was a crude anti-gravity device, and it was swaying. Maybe the entire device would fall the moment he landed on it.
"Get ready... isn't it..." Falling from high altitude is an instinctive fear of human beings. Although he has skydiving experience, this matter is a bit too much for Alan Beyer.
He is really a lunatic. It is better to say that he has been doing various extreme sports since he joined the Imperial Guard.
"For the Emperor!" He shouted and jumped towards the flying equipment directly in front. He once did it for orders and survival, but now he has inherited too many things, hatred and destiny.
The feeling of free falling in the air lasted only a moment, but it became slower due to the secretion of dopamine. The damn noble also shifted his body, urging his servant to move away.
In order to make the hero of the Imperial Guard escape, the fat man even started to beat the servant's body with a cane. At this moment, Alan Bayer had to thank the Mechanicus. They definitely cut corners. The sharp turning speed of this machine was not fast and the amplitude was not large. He To catch the edge.
The thick artificial leather gloves held the edge of the moving platform, and the entire car body tilted, and the noble almost fell off!
"Ah! You... impolite Imperial Guard!" His voice was high, very high, like a classic bad guy's emphasis, but it was more because of his fear and nervousness. He was caught by a cultist and still asked if he surrendered. Facing the empire, there is basically only the relief of death.
And he loses his family honor and the countless wealth accumulated in this world, but also wants to thank this huge empire that constantly sucks blood with tithes for blessing him with death and purifying his soul?
That's right, this maggot has regarded the territory of the Empire, the places where the Emperor and the Empire's heroes conquered, as the private property that his family deserves. In this dark universe, the 11 taxes that seem to guarantee their survival are something very bad. matter.
When this fat thing took out the Imperial Masterwork bolt pistol tied in his belt, he pointed sarcastically at the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, one of the theoretical candidates for the Imperial High Lord.
"What are you doing? Have you betrayed the empire? Are you going to add to your sins now?" Alan Bair's fingers clenched tightly on the smooth platform, even embedded in it, grabbing the dent, while the noble just trembled. said.
"I have no way out. My family and my future are gone. Both the Empire and the Red Pirates are just the same thing!" He was so crazy that he obviously knew what the consequences would be if the Imperial Guard caught him. and raised his arms.
"Now, in the name of Weiner's supreme planetary command authority, I give you the death penalty!"
His plump body held the handle of the firearm. It had to be said that although he looked like a waste, his shooting posture was quite good. However, he did not realize that the platform was not reliable.
Alan Bair looked at the buildings passing through in the distance, not caring at all about the trial of this nobleman. No one in this universe could judge him, unless the emperor came back and personally recognized him as a heretic.
"What are you looking at?!" the noble asked hysterically.
Alan Beyer replied. "I'm waiting for the place in front of me, that platform. Look carefully. The high-rise platform coming out of the building may be a nobleman's garden. It's so beautiful, and there's a greenhouse, so colorful."
The Planetary Governor's eyes showed loneliness, then jealousy, and then a sigh, he said. "Yes, I should have such a day, instead of..." Then he became crazy. "I want to live!"
Alan Beyer just raised his thigh, aimed at the outside of the platform and cursed. "No more, it's over now!" He kicked the high-rise building as the platform passed the balcony. The fierce force even made the entire flying platform roll around, and the people on it were like falling bullets. The pearls fell on the balcony, and the rare grasses and beautiful trees and flowers planted inside were smashed into pieces by the governor's fat body.
There was even a creature that looked very similar to a cat from the ancient Terra era. It screamed in surprise and ran away quickly.
The servants tending the raised garden were so frightened that their tools fell to the ground, causing the Governor to be pierced by a rake through his fat flesh, and a small amount of blood dripped out.
He could hardly get up, but his finger was still holding the trigger tightly. Alan Bair took out the firearm at this moment and smashed his entire palm with one shot. The blood mixed with the fragments of the bolt gun spread all over the ground. What followed was like killing a pig. screams.
In his marching life, Alan Bayer saw many times his arms were blown off by heretics, and his thighs were completely cut off by heretics, but he still remained silent. In comparison, this guy is simply...
"Stand up, I can't take you!" he pointed the gun at the bastard, then shouted to his servant. "You, you spineless citizen, come and support your master."
The servant got up, patted the mud on his body, and answered. "Yes, my lord."
Alan Bayer said. "I am not your lord. This world has become a world of traitors. Only the Emperor can erase your sins. The mistakes and foolish mistakes you have made are heartbreaking."
"Now, go down, get out."
The dull servant led his aristocratic master down slowly. The owner of this building hated the former governor of this world as if he was avoiding a disease. He wore clothes made of materials higher than those of ordinary imperial citizens, had a personal garden, and The person who owns the data tablet is obviously an aristocratic class.
He just let his family hide in the cellar, and he faced the new master of the world with his servants.
"Thanks to the God Emperor, we are saved. This damn governor's kowtow to heretics makes me sick and disgusted." The governor yelled like crazy before finishing his words. "You damn traitor, are you going to step on me? Your family has not been liquidated because you are my sister's husband! If I fall, you will be finished too!"
Alan Bair just held down the governor and said. "What, do you want to add insult to injury, or do you think that insulting him can make your family prosperous for the next hundred years?"
"I'm not that easy to fool."
The noble said. "No, sir, I used to control the agricultural production of this world, but I was persecuted because I didn't want to collude with the heretics. Now I no longer have power. You can look at the records. I have been in office for 20 years, and what is the annual tax record here? .”
"Look at the suppression I received for not yielding. If I hadn't been in a high position and the heretics didn't have time to count all the loyalists, I would have died long ago."
"I thank the Emperor from the bottom of my heart for this gift."
Tearful and sonorous, no matter whether it is true or false, if he can really increase production capacity during his tenure, it doesn't matter if he is used. Without the Red Pirates, these guys would not dare to make mistakes even if they are true heretics.
Alan Bayer he just said. "The Imperial Guard won't mess with you. If what you say is true, just crawl back to that position yourself. Don't think that the Imperial Guard will care about your little things. Just pay the 11 taxes." Then he pressed the governor and walked out. Mansion.
As for that guy, that noble, the imperial officer's words made him feel a lot more relaxed, and sweat continued to flow out...
He realized that this young-looking officer was not simple, and tremblingly called the servant over. "Prepare gifts. Let's go to the Imperial Guard base and get the red wine and food. We met a distinguished person today."
"But sir, our garden..." The servant was a little unsure, but the noble just scolded. "What's a garden, such a senior officer
If you can get along well with us, let alone the garden, it doesn’t matter if this house is blown up! ”
"Quick, quick, get ready, get things ready!"
This is the case with the imperial nobility, whether they are capable or incompetent, powerful or just live on the honor of their ancestors, good or bad, they all rely on the huge and inefficient bureaucratic thinking to act.
Compared with this episode, in the Imperial Guard base, the Imperial Guard doctors have begun to prepare relevant veritaserum, leaving people in a dazed state and answering all questions.
The Imperial Guard personnel ignored the poor noble who was foaming at the mouth, and did not care about his smashed palms. His extremely broken spirit made it easier for him to spit out knowledge.
At the end of the lengthy interrogation, Alan Beyer, sipping coffee in the break room, addressed the officers dealing with the rest of the world. "Don't waste your time, the core is in the forging world."
On the other side, a thick piece of vellum written in Gothic was brought, and Alan Bayer couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when he looked at the information on it.
First of all, it records the evil physical experiments of the Black Mechanicum on the forging world Militilia. Although it is very vague, it is clearly marked on it. In addition to the well-known zombies, they are more likely to have more exaggerated genes. Modified creatures serve as weapons of war.
Secondly, as Alan Bair speculated, the small cycle composed of the Mechanicum, the hive world, and the agricultural world made these three worlds want to be independent from the empire hundreds of years ago. With the help of the forge governor, Melkor, they even hid 30 percent of the 11 tax revenue, using those supplies as strategic storage.
Finally, the general strategic deployment of the forge world in the governor's mind was also clearly marked. The cultists would bring weapons produced by the Mechanicum to replace the servitors, and the freed priests could put their abilities into production.
Its planetary defenses are strong enough to withstand an invasion by the Imperial Guard. It would seem that the Partorians must land in the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from the Mechanicus citadel. The fortress's heavy defenses include multiple Earthshaking Cannons. It's enough to hinder them...
"No, there must be experts to deal with them. It will take some time for us to control this world, so..." Alan Bayer knocked on the table.
"Ensign, adjust the radio and communicate with the Bordeaux."
The ensign nodded. "Yes, boss!"
The buzzing radio communication was connected, and Alan Bair said in front of the huge imperial communication equipment. "Send an astrological message, requesting the Destruction Eagle Chapter to join the war...The target is the forging world, Minatilia, to assist the Imperial Guard in their attack operations."
After the captain answered, Alan Bair felt a little drummed in his heart. He couldn't order those demigods and giants, he could only convey the news. What they did in the end and what they did was their own decision.
He was not used to that feeling of being unable to grasp it. This was probably why the High Lords of Terra were so afraid of the Space Marines. They were so powerful and extraordinary that their sense of alienation from mortals was even stronger than that of the Mechanicus. But at this moment, they are the only ones who can ask for help...(End of Chapter)