Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 181 The Wrath of the Emperor, Forging the Governor to be the Enemy of the Whole World

"What are you doing?" The governor attached to the body of the Afar-level skitaris, and asked the guy in front of him that terrified him with an electronic voice.

"Why are you invading my castle! Imperial Guard!"

"I am Om Messiah, the incarnation of the God of Myriad Opportunities in the human world! A mortal like you has stepped into the sanctuary with flesh and blood, don't even think about going back! Die! See your corpse!"

Alan Baier just said to the Leitlin next to him. "Cigarettes, do you have any more, come on, really, my whole body hurts, I need to get some oil from the military doctor when I go back..."

The Leitlin handed over a cigarette and lighted it carefully for his boss. In this hot and dry Hive City, it was rare to be able to enjoy this stuff.

Alan Baier took a deep breath, although he didn't think he would enjoy it like a high-end cigar, but after the strong musty smell overflowed, he almost spit it out.

You must know that the lieutenant colonel who has experienced several supply breaks during the long march has basically nothing to do with picky eaters or waste, but he was disgusted enough to spit things out of his mouth only twice.

Tanner tea and moldy Tanner tea, and today I have to add one more, cigarettes from the pipes.

"Cough cough cough... what do you do..." He kept coughing, and the Leitlingman also said. "Dried red moss."

"Fuck, this smell, what are you smoking it for?"

The Raitlin replied. "The smoke ring from this thing is very beautiful. If we don't swallow it, we just inhale it and then spit it out. It's entertainment."

Alan Baier rolled his eyes. The next time he tasted the pain of different cultures, he imitated this kid's action and blew out a few smoke rings. The good news is that he was really stimulated and didn't care that he was in pain. The bad news is that Apart from the wound, his internal organs are now twisted together by a puff of a filler cigarette.

But he was still very grateful to his boy for bringing him out. Although the fate was unfortunate, the result was not bad. He looked at the Skitarii over there with full weapons, and the result would have been better without those things.

He puffed out the smoke ring again, hid behind the construction machine, looked at the cloudless sky, he really wanted to curse back at that old thing, but he couldn't do it, there was no radio and horn, his voice was so hard, The kind that is similar to the Astartes can shout out.

Since he couldn't scold, Alan Bayer waited, waiting for the emperor to scold him for him. Didn't this old boy call himself the god of all opportunities?

Alan Bair lay down and even began to wash his wounds with water, and ate his 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. Ruined.

Alan Bair just looked at the sky and inhaled the smoke. "As long as you are here, you are safe. Wait a little longer, and the Emperor's curse will arrive soon."

Said the sergeant. "What dirty words..."

The heretical governor was chattering endlessly at the moment. "The scumbags of the Imperial Guard hurry up and get caught, and pay the price for the damage you caused, haha, the God of Myriad Machines is singing my great achievements."

The Alpha Mechanicus soldiers spat out words. "What is that? My lord, the God of Myriad Opportunities."

"What?" The governor raised his head and watched the violent flame "shooting star" across the sky.

"What are you doing? Missiles won't hit me. I am the God of Myriad Opportunities!"

"As long as it's still a machine, it won't disobey me!"

But those high-explosive ammunition that flew across the sky undoubtedly smashed into the huge army of the Mechanicus, what is the God of Mechanics?This is the traditional kinetic energy weapon of ancient Terra, only gunpowder and the cutting-edge material engineering of the empire!
At the firing position in the distance, civilian diesel engines pulled the ground-shaking cannon into the shooting point. Energy or electronics, they are ancient things powered entirely by fuel and gunpowder, like guns.

The high-explosive bomb fell to the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust and death, and the servants were scattered, leaving only parts and traces of oil.

"What?! My void shield... have you destroyed it? But what is this weapon, there should be no artillery equipment in this star area..."

"Impossible, is your corpse emperor really protecting you? Why are there kinetic energy shells!"

The roaring thunder and lightning landed on his position as an answer, and the body of the governor's board was smashed to pieces in an instant, leaving only a mess. The second-class soldier held a binoculars and conveyed to the second lieutenant.

"Hit, another shot, south, 56 o'clock, height 223 meters."

shouted the lieutenant. "Hit, another shot, south, 56 o'clock, height 223 meters!"

Finally, the chief of staff shouted to the artillery group that was ready to go. "Hit, another shot, south, 56 o'clock, height 223 meters."

Such a primitive method, a tactic that was not used even in the ancient Terra era, is the basis for maintaining war, because the so-called war is a thing in which lives bite each other, and all tactics and goals are to kill the enemy.

Alan Baier looked at the falling shells, and drew out his beautiful white eye circles again. "Catch up, really, the movement is so slow."

The Leitlings commented. "Beautiful smoke, boss, it's quick to get started."

Alan Baier just replied. "It's simple, but this volume is gone after I toss it. This should be the last pipe."

The Raitlings just watched the ground-shaking cannon slowly cut through the Divine Fortune Tower, showing a regretful expression. "No way, if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come."

"For the sake of the Emperor, celebrate my new birth, boss.

"Well, then, use the lives of the machine servants here to celebrate the addition of the only Skadi regiment. All Skadi commandos obey the order and wipe out the heresy. 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 who barely escape the artillery fire. They may be the lucky ones, but the fate of heretics is death."

"Private Leitlin, the head of the sub-human auxiliary army, let me see what the most elite sniper in the empire looks like!"

Alan Bayer raised his weapon, looked at the servitors fleeing in all directions, and precisely smashed the heads of those trash. The only regiment in Skadi is not the artillery regiment. They can't think too much about the level of their ground-shaking cannons, and the pressure will come. Here comes the commando force that is fighting the enemy.

Because the existence of betraying the emperor is all damned!
Raitling raised his weapon, dopamine was secreted, adrenaline was constantly flowing, his saliva was drooling with excitement, the sniper carbine swished away the lives of two servitors, it was precise, deadly, and never missed a shot.

The members of the Skadi Commando are sharpshooters, they are demons, they are death, they are scythes, the blades turn into deflagration guns, and they shoot at things that escape because of the few instincts.

Exploding engine oil, flesh and blood, parts, massacre and extinction played a symphony of death beside Pan Lan's magic tower, and for the first time, the Sterling felt that he was the commander of his own life. He hesitated to shoot, but suddenly, Alan Baier pressed his shoulder.

"Enough, you're a soldier, not a butcher, and your magazine is empty."

One sentence imagined this crazy guy, and his fingers stopped to torture the empty magazine. When he looked at the corpses in front of him, the complicated emotions in his heart reappeared. He had nothing, no family, no society, no sense of identity, What can such soldiers do?
"Boss, I..."

Alan Bair only said. "This smoke is very interesting. Can you make some more? There should be a lot of moss in the pipe. When the war is over, let's get some in the pipe."

The Sterling nods. "Yes, I will let the smoke fill the barracks for a long time."

Alan Baier frowned. "We have a staff officer, be careful and get caught."

Sterling said. "The guy who can catch me hasn't been born yet."

But this comfort was soon interrupted by the hum of a transport truck. "Reinforcements are coming." Alan Bayer looked at the approaching trucks in the distance. Those old antiques that spit out black mist of fuel are the only iron horses of the Imperial Guard today, and they are also the core of maintaining the war.

Skadi's main force and Pan Lanshang's people willing to join the war formed a heresy extermination group of about 2 people. The flames of revenge were blazing, and the ground-shaking cannons continued to attack the Divine Algorithm Tower. slowly crumbling.

In addition to the Imperial Guard, the people who got off the truck also had a large number of cathars. They were not mechanically modified, only a few organs were affected, and their combat effectiveness was reduced, but instead they were awakened by the energy of the heretic governor. Original will.

But the mechanical servants are all scum or forced to reform, their will is not a fighter, but fortunately the lobe of the brain has been cut off, the only use of those empty-headed things at this moment is to bring them to the enemy, inject them with stimulants and hormones, Force them to unleash their rage and desire to attack the enemy.

It has to be said that in this regard, the empire is more like a "villain" than a heresy, but in this dark universe, there is no so-called villain, only survival.

Those machine servants, the so-called suicide regiments, can barely reduce the demand and consumption of infantry, and they are also less and less substitutes for infantry forces in Skadi today.

It is also something that Skadi lacks. The addition of Mechanicum's power to Skadi's troops can also slow down the attrition. Even if there is no mechanical priest, it can be used as a one-time combat machine by injecting drugs, 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 second-class soldier pointed to the huge tourist group of Mechanicus Sages over there. Those seven-year-olds and eighty-year-olds huddled together and got off the truck like a tourist group, and the unlucky one was considered untouchable by Alan Baier. The former Catachan became a tour guide.

Private he said. "The sage with the child did a good job. He is smart and has a sharp mouth. Just a few words made those who are hesitant understand the stakes."

"The main reason is that he has a high attainment in binary language (mechanical language, binary language), and he is also proficient in genetic science (raising girls to develop all-round talents), and he can answer questions in front of most mechanical sages."

"With him as Pan Lan's heir to the governor, I am also relieved."

Alan Bair said. "Children make people mature... I always feel that oil guys are a group of guys who won't grow up. Is it because they have too much knowledge in test-tube babies and public support?"

Alan Bayer's words are indeed reasonable, but this matter is not considered by the Imperial Guard. If the Mechanicus really needs a normal breeding relationship to maintain its special humanity, the new governor will naturally do it.

The biggest problem right now is that untouchables are very rare, and many genetic sages don't look right at that Catachan.

If the war is not over soon, the Catachan forest warrior might be dissected that day. Although Alan Bayer is not worried about his combat effectiveness, he can defend day and night, and family thieves are difficult to guard against.

However, with the help of so many sages, it also means that the war has been completely biased towards the empire, the servants and technology, and most importantly, the design map and terrain information of the forge world in their heads will allow the infantry to take advantage of the time and place .

This forging governor has already made an enemy of the whole world. No matter how powerful the corpse of that heretic demon is, he is still just a demon. The entire forging world has tens of billions of people. If there is enough time, every one of them will be drowned by his saliva.

Victory was already in hand, the imperial guards bombarded continuously, and the tower of fortune telling began to collapse, but Alan Bayer had no time to wait.

"Shout it, tell the engineering department to start installing melta bombs on the bottom foundation of the Divine Fortune Tower..." After he finished speaking, his face changed, and he thought of the scenery comparable to the garden of a loving father.

"No, ask the engineering department to blow up the first floor of the tower!"

The second-class soldier asked suspiciously. "Isn't the foundation better?"

Alan Bair just said. "You will know where you have time to look. There must be no bombing there. I personally recommend finding a stone to bury it after the war is over, and then wait for the bacteria inside to finish the gluttonous feast."

The second-class soldier was dumbfounded. "Sir, what gluttonous feast?"

The second lieutenant interrupted. "Don't ask, do more and talk less, isn't that right? Boss."

Alan Baier pointed to the second lieutenant. "You don't learn from being good, and you have a lot of crooked ways, but it's true. As a soldier, you'd better not ask about some things for the rest of your life."

He knows that many stories in this universe are best understood by only a few elites, especially subspace, human history, and the reality of this universe.

That's why he arranged for the second lieutenant to be next to the second-class soldier. Guys from the foundry world have redundant curiosity in terms of knowledge.

Second…

The governor hasn't been brought to justice yet, God knows what hard work that old bastard still hasn't done.

He looked at the top of the tower, which represented the pinnacle of the power of the Mechanicus, and Alan Bayer's worry was right. At this moment, in the top space of the Divine Algorithm Tower, countless mechanical tentacles grabbed, cut, and broke the adamantine walls or the darkness. The high-tech products left over from the era are just to fill the bloated body of the Foundry Governor.

On the top of the tower of divinity, what remains of Merovingian has become a hotbed for the development of some kind of sick substance. Although the governor claims to be the God of Myriad Mechanisms, he is just a controlled puppet.

But this huge and sickly body is like a dragon entrenched in a lonely mountain, the only protruding old head of the governor, looking greedily at this beautiful forging world. "Mine, it's all mine..."

(End of this chapter)