The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 16 What Are Our Responsibilities

In the pharmacy room, the leather shoes had been polished brightly. Wearing black formal trousers and a white shirt, Old Dirk, dressed as a gentleman, locked the door behind him and made himself a cup of strong coffee.

Although his temples have been stained with hoarfrost in his fifties, his body is still strong. He insists on running to work every day. He can do 20 push-ups and 50 sit-ups. He maintains a fit body. Stay away from private clubs.

And the good income of the members of the Mechanical Heart team can also ensure his profligate single life, always walking in the forefront of fashion in Tingen City.

It's just that all this is relatively secret, and only Barr among his colleagues knows the secret of this old gentleman.

"Poor Barr, because of the previous incident, he almost became a lunatic..."

Sighing, the old Deke flipped through the latest issue of "Pink Girl" magazine, turned around and lay on the chair sideways, picked up the coffee with one hand and brought it to his mouth, and let out a "tsk tsk" sound of admiration from time to time. , I have already forgotten the sadness just now.

When he licked his dry lips and was about to take a sip of strong coffee to moisten his throat, a violent shaking caused the coffee just delivered to his mouth to splash directly on his face.

"Ah! Damn it..."

With a miserable howl, Old Dirk jumped up from his chair with a posture that did not meet his age.

Squeezing the soup off his face and feeling the unusual shock, he stuffed the magazine into his arms without hesitation, opened the locked door and was about to rush out when he saw Captain Dick and Sally Mrs. Er, running from the corridor.

Hearing the leader Captain Dick shout anxiously: "The Rupert's Gate is an emergency, all non-official members should avoid immediately!"

"Rupert's Gate emergency?"

"Where did the vibration just now come from?"

Dick's order stunned Old Dirk, and he froze in place with a terrified expression. He couldn't imagine that a sealed object would run amok in a solid containment room made of reinforced concrete and guarded by various complicated machinery.

At the same time, the mechanical alarm bell that was sounded in the station gave way to the door of the mechanical laboratory at the corner of the corridor. The two non-staff personnel who were helping to carry the materials subconsciously threw away the items in their hands and crawled towards the stairs. run up.

"Baal, who was mentally traumatized in the last incident, was taken to Backlund by Captain Ikanser. Upton is recuperating at home. There are only three people in Tingen City's Mechanical Heart team..."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked out of the room and followed Captain Dick and Salier all the way to the dark wrought iron grille gate. Old Deke couldn't help but cast a sideways glance into the gate.

At the end of the corridor more than ten meters away, the shell is made of steel, and the inside is lined with lead plates. The surface is carved with complex patterns and mechanical holy emblems. The "Rupert's Gate" is trembling slightly, making dull impact sounds .

On the wall of the corridor between Rupert's Gate and the wrought iron grille, cold gun barrels of different lengths protruded from the dome.

Under the traction of mechanical linkages and gears, they push away the partition, some are facing Rupert's door, and some are aiming at the wrought iron grille in front of them, full of warnings and threats to keep strangers away.

"It's been more than 20 years, and it's the first time I've seen these things start..." Old Deke couldn't help muttering to himself at the scene in front of him.

At this time, Captain Dick, who was standing in front of the wrought iron grille, turned around and walked to the left wall after confirming that there was no sign of external intrusion, and reached out to twist the lock similar to the door of a safe.

Then he pulled off the pure steel guard, entered his and Salier's names on a small difference machine, and then pulled down the joystick next to him with a "bang".

With a strange sound of gear friction, the wrought iron grille in the middle of the corridor began to rise slowly.

At the same time, Captain Dick, who was standing at the forefront, turned his head and said to Old Dirk: "Salil and I will go in and check, you stay here, if there is an accident, immediately push up the connecting rod to block the place again, and at the same time give back to the Diocese of Backlund Send a telegram to truthfully report the situation here."

After all, he stepped very cautiously, exposing half of his body to the barrel of the gun in the corridor.

But what happened next made Dick's movements freeze in place, and Salier couldn't help but exclaimed, and old Dike felt a chill rushing to the top of the sky in an instant.

The icy gun barrel that was originally quietly pointing at Rupert's door and the wrought iron grille turned in unison, and at the same time aimed at Dick who was halfway up and stepped into the corridor behind the grille.

"Difference machine is malfunctioning? The defense machine can't recognize the members of the heart of the machine team!"

Unacceptable guesses emerged in the hearts of the three of them.

Because the defense machines here are all major dioceses, after selecting the location of the heart of the machine team, they will be built and installed in a unified way, and special personnel will be sent to check and maintain it regularly. It involves the application of small difference machines, which is the core secret of the church. Among them No one knows how to fix it.

"Saril, go to the difference engine and try again!" Dick suddenly turned his head and said loudly to Saril who was trying to pull him back.

But as soon as the words fell, before Salier could move, there was a huge impact sound, together with the ear-piercing scream of the overwhelmed metal twisting, it suddenly exploded in the ears of the three of them.

The three people standing in the corridor, all turned their heads to follow the maddening friction sound, and looked back.

Suddenly, I saw the narrow iron gate where Alvin Stimson was imprisoned in the distance, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, an astonishing bulge bulged out.

And amidst the heavy panting and harsh steel scraping sounds, the bulge on the iron door continued to grow bigger, and together with the broken concrete on the door frame, it washed down like a torrential rain.

"Is that... Alvin Stimson?"

Old Deke opened his mouth, staring dumbfounded at the already twisted iron plate on the bulge, and was suddenly torn apart easily by a pair of silvery-white shimmering fingers like soft paper, and was torn to shreds on the spot.

For a while, I felt a little difficult to breathe, and my throat was even dry than when I browsed magazines before.

"Pay attention to the abnormalities in the detention room..."

Captain Dick, who reacted in an instant, turned his body while shouting in a deep voice, tore off the collar of the brown robe, pulled out a large-caliber revolver loaded with spiritual bullets from his armpit, and pointed to the location of the detention room.

Salier beside her also pulled out two short sticks engraved with intricate patterns from her lace sleeves, and put on a fighting stance.

Only old Deke was startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to touch his bosom, but only touched a magazine, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

"Shit!"

"I left my pistol and coat in the pharmacy..."

Scratching around in his trouser pocket for a while, Old Dirk cast a questioning look at Salier, and with difficulty revealed a flustered and awkward smile.

But what responded to him was not the blame from his teammates, but a murmur full of pain and confusion, and the madness from the moon soaked his reason.

"What is my duty?"

That voice suddenly came from the prison room with the broken door, with a hint of youthfulness that a teenager should have, but it was extraordinarily hoarse at the moment.

"Dedicated to the will of the Emperor!"

The solemn and solemn response sounded immediately, but it struck the hearts of Old Dirk and the others like a heavy hammer, bringing unspeakable trembling and fear.

"Then what is the Emperor's will...?" The murmur sounded again after a while.

Accompanied by the sound of his feet dragging on the ground, under the nervous gaze of the three people in the corridor, Evan Stimson lowered his head, pushed away the remaining metal fragments on the iron door, and exited from the prison. Walk out of the room slowly.

But behind him, with the same frequency, followed an illusory giant in silver-white thick armor.

The giant wore a helmet with a ferocious appearance and red eyes shining in the eye sockets. On the chest of the armor covered with scars, there was a golden double-headed eagle decorated in relief. The side shoulder armor is decorated with gears and skulls.

About three meters away, the phantom body almost touched the dome of the corridor, walking quietly, but brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.

At the same time, the small differential engine in the safe suddenly hummed rapidly. In the corridor behind the wrought iron grille, the gun barrels densely covered on the dome and the walls on both sides seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and they stopped aiming. Dick who stepped into the restricted area before.

Instead, they turned their guns in unison, pointing at Alvin Stimson who appeared in the corridor, and the huge and illusory figure behind him polluted by the "evil" red light.

(End of this chapter)