Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 169 Pan Lan's Invasion Operation Launched, Forging the Achievements of the Governor

The tingling of the heart is quite a vague concept to a sage of the Mechanicus. Although they will suffer pain, it is not as strong as ordinary people, and the multiple life support equipment installed in special periods can also support it. Their bodies survive long periods of time after their vital organs collapse.

It can be said that as long as the head is not broken, the sages of the Mechanicus will have no problems, they will not die, and the heart is not as good as the gears, and the head is the wisdom, but even the neurons and contacts of the brain are not. It can be replaced, and thoughts can become algebraic.

In essence, the real high-level members of the Mechanicus are not humans, but AI, but the AI ​​made by humans can be said to be recognized by the empire. The soul is gone, no, even the former human beings can't tell the difference.

The sage felt a stabbing pain at this moment. He looked up to the sky, but the communication room underground was only dark like nothingness.

Their fingers, even the cogs in every moving joint, are now soaked with blood, the blood of the loyal, and the documents that were sent to the void in flesh and blood came as expected in the service of the sages.

In the command room of Lieutenant General Marcato, which is all warehouses, the officers of the empire gathered here, because of the wailing of the loyalists, of course, the extermination order has appeared, and it is difficult to change it. Reports and samples have been able to convict Pan Lan countless times.

But they still gather here, and the reason is very simple, that is, according to the intelligence, if Pan Lan can be rescued, the loyalists will voluntarily provide the highest taxation for the next tens of thousands of years in order to save Pan Lan.

And to capture and bring to trial the sinful foundry governor who caused the rebellion.

The next thing is that the various achievements of today's loyalists in the theater and the battle situation in those stable areas are indeed not bad. Experienced officers will start to think about the issue of interests, not to mention that the new military affairs department is now waiting to be rebuilt.

"For the sake of resources, I think we should stop our current work." A colonel-level upper navy said, but someone quickly refuted it.

"The Extermination Order has cost too much manpower and material resources to beat. It's not a child's play. You have also seen how many disgusting things made by witchcraft in this world!" It is not difficult to understand his anger at heresy, because the imperial people are like this.

"Colonel, we can't ignore the life and death of the empire's residents! And they have promised to bring greater benefits to the empire."

"Shut up! Heresy is heresy! For the sake of the emperor, I can't allow this!" After a while, the officer drew his own gun, and the small command room was completely tense, and the stormtroopers of the general's personal guard immediately began to control the situation .

Only violence can calm those battle-hardened old things, and only generals can suppress them. No matter how many words or approvals, even if the entire Star Militia is leaning towards one side, as long as Marcato speaks, the balance will be the same. will tilt.

This is the power of the general as well as the commander-in-chief. He is the war lord, the king of this place, and also determines the lives of countless people.

"I refuse, the plan is proceeding normally, heresy needs to pay a price, and the Star Militarum has no time." In a word, the officers here calm down. Although they don't know the specific situation in the subspace, they understand that if The space stabilized and they had to go on an expedition to take back the empire's territory instead of dealing with the Mechanicum here.

Time, they don't have time, soldiers are very fast, they can only use the fastest speed to deal with heresy, and then take the mission to approach the mission entrusted to them by the emperor.

The general sighed and looked at the silent officers here. "Any other opinions? If not, launch a nuclear bomb and clean the surface here."

Silence, Marcato may hope that someone can change this matter, but the officers here obviously can't, at least they don't have such courage, the courage to be abandoned by the headquarters and the courage to face heresy.

"No objection...then, for the sake of the empire, the shooting begins."

The dark green document displayed on the command room at this moment is a miracle of countless sacrifices, like waste paper, because this is a dying and lingering human empire, and this is a human empire that is surrounded by powerful enemies and is at stake.

It's over, that's it, let all life on Pan Lan be wiped out, the will of the empire is slowly driving those huge warships, making things irreparable, what about individual sacrifices, and what about the will of the group? Race is worthless.

If their deaths can be exchanged for victory in the big battle, they can also be placed before the Golden Throne, right?

"The meeting is over..." Marcato stood up and left as the lord, but the metal valve in the conference room suddenly opened.

With thick brown arms, dark green military uniform, and no bulletproof armor, soldiers who liked to use explosive shells stepped in, so Marcato stopped. "Catachan?"

A guy in a military uniform and a green fur helmet came over and rubbed his nose. "I went to check the situation in the subspace. We can leave in half a month, half a month." Alan Bayer took out a coffee cup and drank the instant coffee with cold water like medicine. One is that he is thirsty, and the other is that his mental pressure has increased again.

"Huh..." He let out a sigh of relief after drinking those things, the strong caffeine of the empire is simply a good medicine for his life...

Lieutenant General Marcato looked at his most trusted soldier and asked. "The nearest round-trip to Mandeville has to be driven at sub-light speed for a day even if you don't sleep and rest. This report has only come out in less than seven or eight hours. How do you complete a round-trip and know the situation in the subspace..." He didn't finish speaking , Alan Bayer handed over a thick stack of cowhide rolls of professional military ministry-level subspace fluctuation investigation reports in the tactical backpack.

"I thought about the idea that an engine can drink coffee, and a loyal engine doesn't overheat."

Marcato looked down at the reports. "It's fucking crazy, have you ever thought that I can't stop you even if you are forced to save those loyalists."

Alan Byer sighed at the caffeine high, then said. "Because if the time is less than one and a half months, I will destroy this place just like your choice."

"But I also want to save this place. Firstly, for future wars, secondly, for the living imperial citizens, and thirdly, I want to punch that old governor in the face."

Marcato put down the information. "It's self-willed, but well done, I'll give you the right to use the Imperial Navy's warships and the command of the infantry regiment for half a month, and take down this world, you can do it, right?"

Alan Baier can only speak. "I'm not sure, I won't settle the matter, because no matter how powerful a mortal can be, unless you can see the future." He looked at the officer here.

"So, I'm not sure if I can win, I'm not sure if I can take down this world, but I can guarantee that I won't make those heretics feel better, that's all."

"Those who want to punch those bastards in the face, step forward!"

"I want to step on those heretics who slaughtered their compatriots, and then let them watch their rebellion turn into a simple massacre. This is the essence of the Imperial Guard. No matter who is opposite, we will kill him!"

After Alan Baier finished speaking, the officers here couldn't help but take a step forward. "Lieutenant Colonel, give me a sigh of relief. I will land on the ground after the battle and beat the old face of the world governor." Said the naval officer.

"Lieutenant Colonel, please let my regiment be the vanguard when you log in to fight. The Gray Gallon people will not fear death." Captain Gray Gallon shouted.

Alan Baier replied. "Go away, you all know that the forging world is full of oil and water, and they are all owned by my soldiers. Don't even think about it, the assault mission of the main nest is assigned to Skadi's only regiment, understand?"

Those old fritters shook their heads tut-tut, after all robbery... Rescuing a place full of guns and weapons is a dream come true for the imperial guards who are often short of supplies.

However, although there are too many monks, Skadi has less than 2 people, and the main nest is barely enough to eat. Not to mention the many factories attached to it, the officers are tacitly showing greedy expressions at this moment.

Are these guys really soldiers?If there are loyal citizens of the empire who see the meeting, they will inevitably shake their beliefs...

But for the mortals on the land at this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that the things in the sky really determine their fate. At this moment, Alan Baier has become the savior of millions of living people and hundreds of millions of servants in this world. Of course, he has experienced countless times like this, no matter how many times he will step here with weapons and hope without hesitation.

The war on the ground has entered a white-hot stage. The soldiers of the Mechanic Doctrine Army have become leftovers because they risked their lives to charge, and have lost the wisdom brought by the centralized command of the main hive. The situation is retreating steadily.

Ordinary people can only watch in despair, almost staring at the docked imperial warships in low-earth orbit. The emotions are complex, slowly spreading in the trenches, with fear, hope, expectation, disgust and... worship.

Will the emperor's light shine on this cruel land again, and will their sacrifices be answered? When the huge warship moves, everyone's heart freezes. The battleship is like the punishment of the gods, as powerful as the sun and the moon, and it is definitely not hanging in the sky for nothing.

At this moment, both the rebel army and the heretics who slaughtered their compatriots chose to cease fighting at this moment. Their guns stopped firing, and their killing stopped here. They just stood on the trenches or castles high in the ruins Look up to the sky and wait for the final judgment of the empire.

When those steel-cast angels approached the main lair of this world, they all cheered up, death is coming?
When the valve of the battleship is opened, the naked eye can see it on the ground. Some people can't help but close their eyes, hoping to ignore the fear and let themselves be destroyed by the emperor's wrath without knowing it. Some people are staring at the sky , as if making a howl of dissatisfaction with the choice of the Imperial Guard.

But soon, what fell out of the warehouse was not bombs, but densely packed login warehouses one by one!
"Emperor!"

"We're going to be saved!"

"Above the Om Messiah!"

"What kindness!"

Whether mortal or technological sage, high or low, human or mechanical, the joy of narrow escape is the same as long as you are alive, and for the traitors, the news is like a desperate punishment. .

Morale changed instantly, and the empire's landing ships began to straf the enemy's main strongholds according to the positions provided by the sages, and the wind direction of the war instantly shifted to those who were still alive.

This is an opportunity and forgiveness in exchange for sacrifice and death, and it is also another miracle by the mercy of the Imperial Guard and Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, someone shouted. "Hurry up and take down the fort point, let the Imperial Guard come down!"

"The logistics team quickly take out the food!"

"Get ready, the horn of counterattack is sounding!"

"Emperor!"

On the assault ship, Alan Bayer did not rest. He focused on the positions of several important command rooms on the ground and the coordinates of the core divine arithmetic tower, and calmly sent them to the battleship.

"Imperial Navy listened to the order. This is the temporary commander of Alan Bayer. Now I ask you to pour firepower on these positions. Can you do it?"

The communicator answered instantly. "No problem, proofreading begins!"

Tens of seconds later, the flames swept across the ground, and the light spear was like a pillar piercing the sky, separating the whole ground from the sky, while the blazing light and thunder of the Hong Cannon were like a natural disaster.

It doesn't rain on Pan Lan, but at this moment, the water vapor emitted by a large number of deaths and war weapons in the fragile atmosphere at this moment, followed by the thunder of the Hongpao, turns into mist, to be precise, it is a cloud.

Tick, tick, the raindrops made of blood and death dripped on the old face of the cast governor, the void shield on the divine calculation tower kept flickering, the energy of the light spear was so powerful that it was suffocating, but the mechanical thing didn't care watch.

He has no body at this moment, the whole person has been dismantled cleanly, only the head is still outside, and the body is completely submerged in the mechanical dragon. With a powerful body, the ambition to forge a governor has not stagnated.

Numerous machine servants surrounded the platform used to dock ships on the tip of the divine calculation tower. Hongpao's light spears would not be able to break through the void shield for a while. "Hurry up, hurry up, there are still a few pipes left, and I will become the Om Messiah!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, there are a few more..."

Does his will really exist?After all, watching the light spears bombing in front of him, even with a void shield, a normal person would be frightened to go crazy...

But after the servitor finished linking and made a sound, the governor's huge body actually manipulated Merovingian's corpse to stand up.

At this moment, the flesh and blood on it has withered, exposing the skeleton-like mechanical structure, only the carrion hanging on it. From a distance, the cast governor's head looks like a dragon's head, but it is really a corpse dragon...

(End of this chapter)