Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 173 A traitor has a traitor's usage

Betrayal is one of the theme songs of this universe. Maybe, if this void can really converge into a rhythmic sound, it will probably be Mozart in death metal from time to time.

Alan Bayer felt unexpectedly indifferent to this letter, because war is such a thing, and such a large number of people cannot be without traitors. The power of the red pirates is well known at this moment, not to mention that this is a rogue.

"It's just a dog of interest." Alan Bayer will not fight against him, because such a guy cannot enter the core of the empire. In the eyes of imperial institutions, it is actually heresy.

But this guy... Alan Bayer was thinking about this name. He remembered that a merchant dynasty had been very active recently, opened up many roads, and had a good relationship with the supply department of the Imperial Guard.

I'm afraid those so-called "brave pioneers" are probably contacting the Black Heart King to ask for the subspace situation, and then...

Traitor stuff, but now that Alan Bayer already knows the situation, the problem will be solved easily, and this businessman has indeed provided the Imperial Guard with a lot of convenience, and the road has indeed been opened up, and what he needs is nothing more than information.

In such a huge empire, he was blessed by the emperor to get this information, and everything has its own usage. Since he came for information, the Imperial Guard can properly release information to him, and the war with the Red Pirate Pioneer It is about to start, and the subspace storm is getting more and more indifferent...

Alan Baier showed a rather perverted smile at this moment, because he had already thought of how to torture the other side. "Traitor, heh, traitor, traitor is also a good thing..."

Release false information, or deliberately guide, but Alan Bayer has completed the most difficult part of finding the traitor, and the rest is to keep the enemy from alerting.

When the war is won, the place will be burned with a light spear until everything is vaporized, and all nearby civilian houses and residences will be burned, and then it will be publicized that the traitors stationed here caused the Imperial Guard to choose artillery to destroy it.

The location of this place is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it has perfect electricity and various facilities. This interface is not only reasonable, but also in line with the situation of the war. After all, the residential area is indeed the focus.

Next, as long as the news is not leaked, let the soldiers or officers of the imperial guard below treat the businessman normally, so that he feels that his affairs have not been discovered, and then use the businessman to convey the news at the critical moment.

Alan Bayer accepted this kraft paper full of stories. Will it become a sharp edge or an obstacle to defeat the Red Pirates? Now it all depends on the intelligence department of the empire. Although it feels very unreliable, I can only believe that this choice is the best. OK

Then he followed the traces of the damage he caused back to the first floor and his soldiers. At this moment, he had to admit that it was right for him to bring two trucks, even if he brought the jewelry and antiques in the mansion plus two cabinets worth thousands of dollars. Wine, as well as 20 earth-shaking cannons and other evil things, can be pulled to the temporary camp in only four or five driving trips.

The fuel truck drove slowly, pulling two sets, carrying two sets, and driving continuously. Although those giant cannons loyal to the empire were stored here for some reason, their fate was not destined to be used by traitors.

But the girl named Arya lowered her head and thought about something, and suddenly said something after the convoy walked for a while. "I was talking to the second lieutenant during this period. He told me the general situation of the war. I know it's wrong to tell the civilians relevant information, but this matter may involve my adoptive father."

"My lord officer, first of all, the Mechanicum's rebel army sent out the information from the main lair without using the Divine Algorithm Tower, that is to say..."

"They created a command room themselves."

Alan Baier also realized that something was wrong at this moment. "Then they will also be paralyzed after receiving the influence of the demon engine, and there is no one around, they will..."

He immediately changed his face, and then asked the soldiers to speed up, and analyzed it. "The line they use is the main nest line, which is the temporary command point they dug underground, and then achieve the communication effect through concealed interception of the line."

"They are all engineers, and they know the situation everywhere in the Hive City, so I guess they should use the abandoned pipelines in the Hive City. Hurry up and find a local who is proficient in the underground!"

Alan Baier once again calmly judged a very important matter. Luck and the emperor's favor seemed much more common to him, but few people envied his various specialties, because they were all blood and A privilege that only comes with death, sacrifice, and victory.

Those who are favored by the emperor have cruel fates and futures that ordinary people cannot understand, and so hard work, in fact, can only be exchanged for a simple sentence in the end, you have completed your mission.

In this huge dark universe, those seemingly great people are actually no different from those who work in factories. They are just gears that drive the human race to survive.

And the real despair in this world is that everyone is working hard to complete their own work, but no matter how powerful your ability is, you can only complete your duties, and even many people cannot complete their duties.

This universe is too big and terrifying, so that even the bravest fighters will get lost in it. When the sages of Mechanicus, who seem to have completed their mission, lie silently in the dark radio room, they are not asleep, but It was the powerful psychic power of the Merovingians that wreaked havoc on their bodies.

They won, but they also lost. When those devices stopped pumping their hearts and blood, and the brain began to suffer from insufficient oxygen supply, the internal life support system of the Mechanicus sages could still rely on simple mechanical structures to slowly input Nutrients and oxygen for only a few hours or so.

In a coma, the sage realized for the first time that he was still a mortal. The gold and steel did not continue to work, and the weakness of flesh and blood was even more terrifying than normal people.

He had no chance, and he didn't know what happened, only after the transmission was over, the Imperial Guard approached, and when they were about to leave the room, the flickering of the promethium lamp and the roar of the snowflakes from the sensor, his brain disconnected, and he fell into a half-awake sleep .

The feeling of fragility and collapse came back to his body, but compared to this, he still only cares about whether his child will grow up healthily...

When his thoughts went from fairly clear to chaotic, his remaining computing power quickly realized how much vitality he had left, probably...

In 10 minutes, it is obviously impossible for those mortal troops to defeat the enemy immediately. Although the Imperial Guard is powerful, they do not know where to send the letter. This underground room is completely enclosed for concealment. Only a few personnel related to Mechanicum can know If there is anyone who really knows the location, then probably only the Emperor.

He realizes that he will sacrifice, there is no doubt that he will sacrifice, he is not very afraid, after all, life is like this, but knowledge still has a lot of unexplored clarity...

If the emperor gave him another chance to live, he might study the people's livelihood. After all, this world is too inhumane, but this also means that his official career may no longer advance because of this.

When the hypoxia in the brain became too severe to sustain vitality again, he began to have hallucinations. From the time he was still a cog boy to the present, his life has been constantly revolving, from birth in test tubes, instilling knowledge, singing the praises, installing parts, and transforming the body.

He was originally born with asthma, but now he is fine. The Mechanicus treats the disabled and the sick equally, and it is also his first step into the knowledge door of this wonderful world.

Life, prosthetic body, his thoughts reversed and swayed in the chaos, and he suddenly understood what the empire needs today. It needs a set of cheap mechanical organs that can be installed with even the smallest gears, and can maintain the nest regardless of illness and disability. May the life of mortals who die.

If he still survives, he will study how to reduce the cost of transformation and benefit the citizens of the empire, but he also knows that there are only 3 minutes left in his life...

His thoughts were very chaotic, and in the end he made a crazy choice, meditated in his heart, and activated the visual module.

He wanted to die clearly, even if it would shorten his life again.

Soon, the long-lost light reappeared, cloudy and fuzzy, stuttering and clear, as if the photoreceptor organs of ancient creatures had just evolved in the deep sea, only blurred color patches.

And he saw his staff members slumped on the table like dolls with broken strings. He glanced at those people he could see. 1 people, the farthest is the gate of this place, but he no longer has the strength to open it, and the unthreaded puppets here, they used to be the most elite engineers in the empire, but now they are just fish and meat.

There is a sense of absurdity spreading in his heart, and it may be because the emotional controller is completely disconnected now. He really wants to know what is going on in the heads of the group of colleagues who usually suppress their emotions. Is it fear or unwillingness?
But this kind of thing has nothing to do with him anymore, life is empty, time seems precious, but this narrow space illuminated by the dark promethium lamp has become the last picture in his memory.

Consistent with the test tube laboratory he was born in, it is full of various pipes, lines, messy things and crowded environment. Probably this is the fate of members of the Mechanicus. Life is not stable, and death will never see the garden.

His adopted daughter flashed through his mind, and he only hoped that his child would not be so embarrassing as himself, would achieve great feats, and then die in the battlefield garden world.

But when the jumping red index on the screen gradually returned to zero, the only thoughts gradually became unsustainable. At the last moment of his life, the sage thought, if the door farthest from his eyes suddenly opened at this moment, he would see Ai again. For a moment, Leah, this was probably the best reward the Emperor gave him.

Emperor, if you do hear, I hope...

He closed his eyes, but suddenly heard a clicking sound...

sound?Why is there sound!

Sage realizes that his auditory system has failed and that the body should be completely...

He suddenly realized that his eyes began to become clear, his limbs could move, and a mass of soft things wrapped him with a sharp crying sound. He opened his eyes, and the first words were. "Arya, your suit is so pretty..."

That's right, the dark-toned gothic dress is paired with a thin blonde girl, and the desperate beauty and absurdity of the empire are born on this person.

But the sage is very happy, very happy, very...

But he still didn't understand how he was saved, until Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair came over, fiddled with the badge in his hand, and there was a stench...

"Turn off the olfactory system..." the sage couldn't take it anymore, and shouted, and at this moment, people in the room here suddenly said one after another.

"Shut down the olfactory system!"

"closure!"

"closure!"

The sages all woke up, and had the illusion of being awakened by the stench, but they also quickly realized that the stench was not a real smell, but the result of the disgusting feeling realized with the senses.

Yes, they can still smell...

Alan Baier was a little embarrassed. "Well, bear with me, you can only follow me during this time, understand, this..." He suddenly didn't know what to say, after all, this is the technology of the Dark Ages.

Alan Bayer immediately pulled over the Catachan officer who was with him, and the non-commissioned officer looked at the group of oil guys calmly, and then Alan Bayer introduced them. "He is actually the Untouchable, the secret weapon of our regiment, and your mechanical failure is due to psionic power."

The sage replied. "Damn witchcraft..."

He stood up, rubbed his daughter's cheeks, and saw that the girl was crying so much. The worry was true. Alan Baier also sighed, although this guy is a small adult, he has rich feelings and is not fake. , and be outspoken.

She will definitely be able to gather a group of loyal partners in this crazy war universe in the future, and he only needs to let her survive, so that all the life in this star area can survive.

Alan Baier secretly made up his mind, but saw the sage shaking the casting director who was still lying on the table...

"Teacher, wake up, the imperial guards are here, wake up, don't pretend..." The sage kept shaking, but at this moment everyone felt that something was wrong, the leader of the rebellion, the wise sage, the best cast member in the world The governor's heir candidate, but now there is no response.

Alan Baier stepped forward, lifted his body, looked at his shimmering mechanical body, but put his ear on his chest.

"No heartbeat, brain dead." He calmly judged based on his experience in the war, but this sentence stunned all the sages present.

"Master Director has mastered 324 product designs in our world...and he is the most suitable person to be the governor among the loyal members of Mechanicus..."

"What to do, we lost our leader..."

People are panicked, but this is equivalent to the sudden disappearance of the emperor and the confusion of the heroes.

At this moment the sage with the child shouted. "I am his apprentice, a mechanical sage, a data craftsman, and lead the troops. I will inherit the position of the teacher. I will study his manuscripts. I will command the revival of the world. Don't be confused now, and keep the teacher's information properly." Body, when the war is over, we will ring for him..."

"Now, we must unite and deal with the heresy that killed our compatriots, together with the heroes of the Imperial Guard!"

"For the Om Messiah!"

The words were sonorous and forceful, and the rebel sages froze for a moment, then answered. "For the Om Messiah!"

"For the Om Messiah!"

Alan Baier just took out the coffee and poured it into his own kettle. He thought things were troublesome at first, but it seems that this unlucky guy has grown a lot during this time.

As the saying goes... Difficulties make people grow, and so many sufferings in this world will only make the empire stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)