Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 58: A Relic of the Dark Ages

When the story of the recovery team being attacked reached Cyclops, a huge machine had been erected in the noisy greenskin camp. It was a terrifying monster with fangs and sharp teeth. It had a distorted appearance and a yellow paint job. Huge cannons and gears, and instead of looking down below, Cyclops sits in them.

His head was opened by the mad doctor, and the bloody brain nerves were directly connected to the body of Brother Mao's giant machine. Now he is Brother Mao.

This large and small war machine, which has all the giant beasts comparable to human records, is accompanied by hundreds of fear cans. This is the result of the joint efforts of all the orcs in this world.

But Cyclops wasn't satisfied, even though his gear boy and tech master were fully fired, at this moment the lower heat dissipation pipes of this ancient giant machine hadn't reinforced the protective net.

But this is not the most important thing, any protection of this giant beast is draining the wealth of this shrimp city, and replacing those things with teeth is enough for him to buy more valuable things, keep it, he Know that the good stuff about dried shrimp is all over it.

And that huge shiny elevator looks worth a lot of teeth, and Cyclops is already impatient with the voice in his head, and he feels that his neural unit has been fully connected with the mech.

The previous sense of madness swelled again and again, making him unable to suppress it, and the one-eyed rough voice shouted through Brother Mao's body, and the huge voice could fill the entire greenskin camp.

"Boys, let's go!"

Countless war engines paired with long-range orc rockets rumbled towards the final gathering place of human beings. The huge void shield was just a small toy in front of the ancient giant machine. Very easy to make...

It can be said that in the vast galaxy, there is nothing more terrifying than the united orcs. If there is, it is probably only the human empire during the Great Crusade and the Aeldari during its heyday.

But One-eyed has other ideas. Rather than charging with a single brain, he needs to overload the void shield, and then let countless fear cans make the opponent despair. Yes, he wants to oppress those shrimps. Destroying them in an instant is too boring. He wants to see the shrimps Will they surprise him again?

But in the human camp at this moment, in the dark universe, the hope of weak human beings is probably a two-part series composed of heroes and sacrifices. The monotonous rhythm composes the most magnificent and heroic stories, but these two songs will always complement each other. Heroes are great because of countless sacrifices.

Sacrifice works because of wise heroes.

But few people care about the psychological state of heroes. They are the benchmarks and the most responsible people in this universe. The people under the huge starry sky rely on such hymns to continue to this day, and when such responsibility falls on an individual In fact, he is only one step away from madness.

Fortunately, Alan Bayer has people who understand him, but their worries are a bit unnecessary now. He keeps explaining that he is just "thinking in the way of green skins" instead of becoming an alien.

But his appearance just now really scared the elites in the fourth row.

No matter how Alan Baier explained his situation, they still showed incomprehension that a human being could operate a green-skinned creation, until the field doctor used his own methods to confirm that his skull was still pure.

He can only listen to the prayers sung by the state church priests and let them bathe him in incense, but Alan's heart is all relying on the elevator left over from the damn dark technological age, and he can't get out because of this group of superstitious things .

When the loyal song appeared with incense and prayers, Alan Baier could only wait quietly.

"Praise the emperor, when the silver star rises and shines on the bottom of the abyss, your light ripples, and the traitor dies in shame, lamenting that his loyalty is too late."

"Your mighty favor is here, in courtesy, in comparison, in the wings of loyalty!"

"Ride in the boundless darkness without drowning, the light ripples, praise the emperor's wings!"

The long prayer finally came to an end. Ailan Bayer lay on the height of the camp, watching the green pickup truck-colored goods being slowly loaded, and the residents adoring him.

At this moment, those production lines are buzzing, and the promethium source power production line is gradually starting up. In this dark forty thousand years, people are still lingering on the ground of this world.

Some people commented that living is the emperor's gift, and some people say that death is liberation, but Alan Baier only hopes to win, and overcome the thousands of difficulties in this damn galaxy with madness.

In the distance, black smoke burst out suddenly, followed by an extremely fast, instant thing hitting the void shield, making an annoying roar, like thunder and lightning, causing the civilians who hadn't completely evacuated the hive to escape in surprise.

"What's the situation?" Alan Baier asked the person next to him.

The staff officer replied immediately. "Bastard Alien."

They felt it at the moment of the attack, and it was true in fact. War is always sudden and fleeting.

Before the void shield is overloaded by the powerful barrage of firepower, there is still a period of time for the Star Militia to deploy, but the enemy's artillery firepower is too strong, the staff officer can only turn on the communicator, and use the faintest voice to inform Lieutenant Colonel Avada Go for rear sabotage.

In the pipeline of the hive capital, Lieutenant Colonel Catachan turned off the communicator and let out a sigh. He had trained dozens of soldiers who looked like Star Militia just like Catachan, but he had never seen the forest. , only endless green skins and scrap iron.

Alan Baier turned on the radio and shouted to his soldiers. "The fourth row, those who can still move, gather, let's go find the treasure."

"The meeting place..."

"Holy ladder."

The huge sky-reaching ladder, a terrifying ancient creation made of translucent crystals, is enough to accommodate a football field-sized lifting mechanism that can silently transport tens of thousands of people to pass through the hive city, but tens of millions of transportation and constant wars also make This loyal machine is gradually overwhelmed.

A large amount of hardware has been replaced by the Mechanicus, and even the original things are no longer there, but its distance is still unclear. The stc of this great thing has been lost for a long time. What humans can do now is to continue to extend The life of this poor machine.

The huge steel gate guards the entrance of the elevator, and the bones representing loyalty are watching thousands of poor civilians walking in it. They are crushed and transported like pigs and dogs, and squeezed into the already overcrowded upper floors.

The arrival of Alan Byer disrupted the rhythm of this tragedy. The soldiers of the Astral Army saluted their hero with the Eagle Salute, but Alan Byer just said.

"I have ordered you in the name of the Second Lieutenant of the Star Militia Army to delay the transportation and proceed with important matters."

The soldier showed a troubled expression. "Second Lieutenant, this order was issued by the headquarters..."

Alan Baier raised his hellgun. "Now, press it out, or I'll clean up here myself."

He didn't have the patience for nonsense, and things would only get worse when the camp's swollen population gave the order to end.

Soldiers and civilians left one after another, killing many frail old people and children in the squeeze, screaming and crying continuously, like a hell on earth.

When the fourth row stepped into the elevator, this place had already become a terrifying place. The white marble floor the size of a football field was replaced by pitch-black dry human blood and shredded flesh. The ground was bloody.

Alan Bayer often said that he needed to give up his humanity to survive, but he still had sympathy, even more sympathy than other emperor's fighters. He raised his gun and used precious ammunition to let those poor people leave one by one.

For such a move, the other soldiers in the fourth row just acquiesced, and the poor civilians who were killed by guns completely left this world where they had no food to eat, nowhere to sleep, and struggled in pain.

Alan Baier sighed, looking at the reddish gun barrel, he has experienced so much that it is difficult to judge his right or wrong in many things, but the world is not black and white, but he knows that the Chaos Gods and Alien must be black on black, black on black.

He walked to the operating platform of the elevator. It was a narrow compartment, and there was a piece of wetware in it. It was the so-called "human intelligence" that didn't work. It was a loyal head, but it probably couldn't understand Alan. Bayer's next move.

He pulled the thing away. In fact, he didn't know how to operate this huge machine at all, but Alan Baier knew that human personality would definitely write some manuals somewhere. Of course, he also had to pray that the console was the original one. components.

He fumbled around, and found an inconspicuous notification and operation method in a corner. Through his civilian auxiliary machine to translate the text, he found that there really was an underground warehouse, and when he pressed the button to go to the warehouse, the elevator slowly descended.

The soldiers in the fourth row panicked for a moment, are they going to the bottom floor?They didn't wear gas masks!

That's right, the place worse than the lower hive is the lower hive, full of poisonous gas, radiation, industrial waste, and horrible mutants or monsters.

Their idea of ​​that place is equivalent to their idea of ​​hell.

But the elevator got stuck after walking for a while, and there was something vaguely on the dark wall.

Alan Bayer boldly turned on the lighting sphere, and the bright light shone with a blood-red mark, which was a symbol of human blood and the symbol of the son of Sanguinius.

Blood Angels...

And there is a high Gothic language under the symbol, and only the fake nobleman John Dern and Alan Bayer with a translator can understand it.

[Battle brother or wise mortal, if you go further down, you will see the legacy of the dark age and my brother, brother, captain, if the world really needs him, please take him to the surface. 】

[In any case, let him die in battle, worthy of the blood of Sanguinius. 】

Sweat was pouring from John's forehead. As an adjutant, he couldn't bear Alan Bayer taking them to unknown places.

"What...what's the situation, the descendant of the angel, Brother Astartes, the Holy Blood Angel?"

"What the hell are you doing? Lieutenant!" John was restless, but the elevator continued to go down slowly, because Alan Baier pressed the down button, and he still pretended not to know clearly.

"What, I don't understand High Gothic."

But he was also very surprised in his heart. He suddenly remembered what he saw on the murals of the state church, which recorded the situation of the Holy Blood Angels coming to this world...

And the handwriting on the kraft paper is the same as the handwriting here, written by the same person, so will waiting for them be technical soldiers who are obsessed with ancient technology?

After he thought about what was going to happen next, John interrupted his thoughts. "Second Lieutenant, tell me what you are hiding?"

The other people in the fourth row also fell into fear and incomprehension. They didn't believe that their chief would hide so many things. Alan Bayer looked at them and could only sigh and answer truthfully.

"Actually, I can understand ancient texts. I found this place according to the literature records. It used to be a place where technological products from the dark age of mankind were stored."

There were few words, but those soldiers were all aware of what had happened. They wanted to witness the Blood Angels, Brother Astartes, and the huge ancient relic!
John cheered up instantly. "You have to give me something good, you have to give me more!"

This guy's money-greedy character was suddenly exposed, and the corner of Alan Bayer's eyes twitched, but in general, the performance of the fourth row is already the best. After all, he was born in the hive city, and he doesn't have so many scruples about the dark age. Although they trusted the Emperor, they were all down-to-earth pragmatists.

In the inexplicable excitement, the elevator descended slowly, but the bottom was not the radiant hall of sacred objects, nor the so-called Astartes monks, only the darkness, the boundless, heart-swallowing darkness.

It seems that no one has taken care of this place for a long time. In the darkness, the underground creatures in the forest, probably rodents, shuttle here, and there are many underground creatures whose eyes have been highly degraded and turned into grotesque appearances.

Apparently this void has existed for tens of thousands of years. Alan Bayer found the light switch next to the elevator. It was a huge, square generator made of extremely strong ceramic steel, which was completely different from the style of the human empire. .

The battery on it was already empty, and it looked similar to the promethium sticks often used by the Star Militia Army. With the idea of ​​using a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he stuffed the promethium stick he carried with him under the dim light of the lighting ball.

After a while, the buzzing mechanical sound roared, the machine soul here woke up after tens of thousands of years of silence, a huge light was shining underground like a star, countless underground creatures made miserable sounds, and this hall showed a strange appearance.

The metal walls are surrounded by ivy-like plants and vines, but the contents of the weapon rack are still tightly protected by glass.

Alan Bayer compared the things he had seen on the list. It was as bright as a crystal, and the light was enough to burn the enemy's Yuan number weapon. It was equipped with nano-robots and fired special bullets that could "infect" the enemy. Nano-explosive bombs .

There are also deflagration rifles and atomic splitting rifles used by mortals. They have the same shape, and the energy output used is written on the black gun body. I don’t know if today’s energy can drive them.

What surprised the entire fourth row was the special metal equipment in the middle of the hall. It was a metal coffin connected by countless pipes, and the silent one was the greatest human being since the 30th millennium. The most terrible weapon of war.

His power armor was painted black, his helmetless cheeks were exposed in front of the Astra Militia warriors, his golden hair fell down, and his head was inlaid with silver nails or bullets, as handsome as his Primarch.

And the star fighters in the fourth row made the Skyhawk Salute together, because he was one.

Adeptus Astartes…

(End of this chapter)