Chapter 147: The Ambition of the Dimensional Blacksmith, Alan Bair Returns

In the death-filled hive, the Chaos Space Marines were dragging in countless corpses, while the rebel mortals were using their terminal induction-powered mechanical arms to "paint" people in bright red. To be precise, it was slightly red. The dark red thing is there, even though it is already midnight, this kind of work is always going on.

That is a rod-shaped object about 4 meters high, covered with thick blood mud. In the air, the blood will oxidize and turn dark red, but the thing will always be bright because of its constant "smearing".

Several crystal generators surround it, providing that thing with countless energy, but even so, the resources of the entire hive city are still limited, and even people who have no idea what the red thing is can see it. The "greed" displayed at this moment.

Meat and fresh meat are not its favorite things. Even the well-informed dimensional blacksmith had to look at the heretical creation with worry. He spoke like brothers and mortals. "The work for tomorrow ends here. Let's rest first." The grill in his throat made his voice hoarse and unpleasant, but for those Chaos traitors, they breathed a sigh of relief, and the words "rest" were like the sound of nature.

But compared to the petty thoughts of the Legdong people, the blacksmith Valtex was more concerned about the monster in front of him, which was very different from Huron's idea. The power of chaos contained in it was enough to destroy the surface of that world. Although Valtex's outer heart was still Loyal, but also privately decided on one thing.

"If Garreon was there, he would definitely approve of him."

As one of the Black Heart King's confidants, he still misses the past. Whether it's the enemy, the Empire, or Chaos, he doesn't have much idea. Is he here because Huron needs him to help Veengar and help him seize the throne? That star system.

Now, he still has many judgments of his own. He took apart his power whip and stuffed it into the twisted subspace and technology mixed creation. As an insurance, he could activate his weapon whenever he wanted. , will destroy that evil creation.

He still didn't know who was wrong in doing that, but as a dimensional blacksmith, he knew very well that he shouldn't create monsters. At least, he must not create monsters that he couldn't control.

"What am I doing? Blacksmith?" Valtex's movements were a little slow, but he stuffed his things into it without hesitation. The voice was ethereal and distorted, and he knew exactly who was coming.

"Shut up, Ark of Omen." He was proud of his belief that his soul was in the iron. If tools should not resist humans, he would not be completing his own design.

"He rejects your illusion of cooperation, and what am I doing in his new body? Blacksmith? Where does our loyalty and faith lie?"

Telvax pressed the activation button of his own weapon, and the branches of the Destruction Stand in the core of the machine soul of the Ark of Omen were unfolding. The Merovingian, at least the existence it called itself Merovingian, let out a sharp scream after a moment, and faced Wrong the scream of death of your own soul.

"伱! I can't! He is not the key to our victory! He is not the key to our conquering the nightmare!"

Valtex turned off his weapon, and the Machine Spirit's voice became noticeably weaker. "I'm...destroying...their union!"

Valtex showed amazing confidence. "I am not a machine, to be precise...the machine soul will not be so clearly conscious, and am I a machine soul? Iron Man, I am pretending to be a machine soul."

"There are rituals by dimensional blacksmiths or mechanical priests that can vaguely communicate with machine spirits. He knows it very well, but he didn't expose me, so he denied that. I deny his things, AI!"

"Don't I need so many resources to activate my new body? Should I be able to move? He can feel that my external structure has been completed. Don't forget, my body was forged by him."

"Don't let him work, or he will kill me." The dimensional blacksmith is confident. The demon AI is powerful, but no matter how powerful its body is, it will not know the data it has just entered. In other words, it is wrong to the blacksmith. Nothing is known about the threat posed.

"I'm a scumbag compared to Veengar!" Merovingian yelled, because its clone has taken on quite a lot of its data sources. If it dies, its records will disappear for hundreds of years. It knows very well that it has The greatest value lies in the records of the Dark Ages, it cannot bet on that!

And the blacksmith replied. "Submit to him, or die."

Merovingian emotions have been developed over its long life, and its wisdom has given it the patience to pursue advantages and avoid dangers, until it meets its new owner and the feeling of being bound creeps back into it. The body seems to never want to taste it again, but death scares it even more.

Weighing the pros and cons, its lifespan is infinite, but the human flesh and blood in front of it, even if it can survive for a whole thousand years or even longer, will eventually rot.

"He promised me, his lord."

"He is indeed able to activate, but Veengar begs him to enter a more mature state before acting. He is seizing the sourceable core of that city, which is in the Mechanicum camp."

As a tool, Merovingian is not part of its long life. It does not resist it, or even it is born because of it. The body is very unformed, and the strength it has is not enough to resist at present. Its flesh and blood is enough, but it is still There are many different sources.

And Valtex also knew that breeding tigers would eventually lead to troubles, but he and the machine spirit broke up because he could not allow a powerful demigod like a Space Marine to associate with a damn AI.

He said. "He'll get me into the battlefield,"

He was originally sent there because he conflicted with Huron's plan to form an alliance with the aliens. It can even be said that Valtex's concept in that aspect is actually very old-fashioned. In line with the Empire, human beings are the greatest thing, and The Space Marines are not the best among them.

He was so arrogant, so he could not act like this, and because of this, Huron liked Wengar even more. He could see the potential of the red angel.

Valtex doesn't understand that. His arrogance is indeed a good thing, but a guy who can use anything around him is more suitable for survival. From this point of view, Alan Bayer is actually more appreciated by Huron, and even According to Huron's character, he would try to recruit that powerful imperial officer and beg him for a chance...

Huron is different from those people who have high eyes and low legs. He is very pragmatic and willing to share. He knows that only with unity can mankind survive that dark era. But he also knows very well that the high lords are nothing more than insects. That The empire is already in danger in the face of human governance.

Although he uses the power of Chaos, he has never really been devoted to the devil. Everything he does will bring the empire back to the golden age of galloping. Although it is strange, in that dark world, how should humans exist? , no one can tell clearly.

Huron was definitely a scumbag, a bad person, and a traitor, but he was also successful because he didn't know what human beings needed. Even when Alan Bayer looked at the freshly brewed coffee in the void, his head was spinning. But you can also imagine what human beings need!

"More coffee! Staff, they need more coffee! Let's see what he's drinking. It's really pot water! Pot water from the Ministry of Military Affairs!"

The staff officer sighed. "He has already applied for the thirtieth time, Captain, but do you really not want to try the sacred tonic?"

Alan Bayer has a rule, that is, if you drink coffee, you can change your liver, and you must not take stimulants. "If he refuses, take those things from me and get out of here."

"If he relies on those things, he'll make lapses of judgment in a pinch. Excitement doesn't mean calm. They often dance with swords. He'll gamble the lives of Skadi soldiers to win, but he'll also try to stay normal. ”

His dependence on coffee made him a little crazy. Please know that as a good young man who is not addicted to alcohol or smoking, the war has caused him a lot of problems, not to mention the messy injuries he suffered. If it weren't for the empire, The medical technology was really impressive and at the same time thoroughly researched. He was in a position where he could enjoy those things, and he didn't even dare to drink coffee.

But he still had to complain about one thing, why could the artificial caffeine mixture taste like pot water? What's the current logistics situation?

"Then I won't be able to make it through the month..." Alan Bayer played with his new plug-in. He still wanted to try that thing, it must be very enjoyable, but more than that, he already knew about the invasion of the Red Pirates.

It was somewhat of a luxury to use Space Marines to test guns. He was also very satisfied with the wartime command of the Second Lieutenant and the First Lieutenant. He was even thinking about whether he was overly fond of the Blitzkrieg?

Did you drink too much coffee?

He rubbed his temples. "The war really won't stop, even though those damn things are like that. Staff, prepare the transport ships."

The staff officer put away his notebook. "Aren't you going to apply for supplies?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Although the ground battle situation is stable, he has a bad premonition. The last time he had such a feeling was when they were involved in the subspace fluctuations and came to the Gulf of Damocles."

"Fate is turning. He did a divination, and she said so, he is destined..."

The staff officer suddenly interrupted. "Is the fortune teller dead?"

Alan Beyer is stuck. "If you die, you will be one of the three spiritual beings they brought with them on the hulk."

said the staff officer. "She can't control her own destiny, so why talk about mine? She thinks so much about what to do. When he was in the academy, he heard about the Empire, the Emperor, loyalty and teachings. Then the academy disappeared due to the alien invasion."

"He feels that whether those so-called fates are illusory or not, no one can decide. At least he will definitely complete his retirement."

Alan Bayer took a sip of "pot water". "I hope I can complete my retirement." The words are crude but true. Those with magical powers cannot control their own destiny. The subspace is also a territory of chaos. He can't tell whether it is the guidance of the Emperor or the guidance of the Wanwan. If the Lord of Change smiles evilly, then he can do things well around him.

"Okay, they're at the handle."

"He was fed up with that place. There was nothing. Although the world of the Mechanicus stinks, it still had normal gravity. During that time, he suffered from osteoporosis."

the staff officer asked. "But didn't I say before that that one is better than the smelly forge world of the Adeptus Mechanicus?"

Alan Bayer rolled his red eyes. "That's called tactical thinking change. To be honest, compared with Gondwa VI, both places are rubbish."

The staff officer sorted out his special imperial military hat. The description could be a crown like a big rooster. It is conspicuous and makes people wonder whether it will be set upon by the enemy. So why Alan Bair? It's his little green steel helmet that's hard on him.

Huodonglai asks for more.

When coming back from the east, the transport plane has a familiar atmosphere and a warehouse full of people. As an officer, Alan Bayer can actually control the entire transport plane alone, but the staff can't. They must share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers to enjoy their trust, so Alan Bayer doesn't know it either, so he is a staff officer, and he is a bit scary in a place as big as a seat with no one around him.

The Empire does not open any windows for the Bulldog-class assault ship. When there is no one around, it feels like a prison or something.

It's good that the Skadi soldiers always maintain their own bodies and don't have any unusual smell, and they don't dare to squeeze their lieutenant colonel. After all, they have seen how that fierce man opened the green skin's head.

The roar of the transport plane's pistons and the gravity of the departure made Alan Bayer feel his own movement. He had experienced it several times during that damn month, and each time it brought him to a new hell, but he couldn't like that. Feeling, because maybe that day he would be thankful that he felt that way.

After all, transport planes are probably used for evacuation.

When Skadi's only regiment left, the Imperial Guard stationed there finally entered a state of idle rest. The high-intensity pull and rapid stationing of the war almost drained all the energy of the mortals there.

They also lacked supplies, and even the elite group of Skadibo enjoyed so much that their supplies were even more unclear.

Morale was poor and fatigue was constant. The soldier at the operating table couldn't help but cover his head. He thought, Emperor, he just needs to rest for a while.

But green legs and arms crawled out of the vents behind him. They were not demons, but aliens. They were not here to punish the Imperial Guards who did not work seriously, but to take away their lives.

One Eye looked at the situation there. The soldiers were tired. The battle had consumed them a lot, but the air supremacy of the void was still not in their legs.

There were many boys in the original asteroid base. Although they could not form such a large force, they were still enough for him to use.

He took out his dagger, cut the sleeping soldier's throat, and let him die in peace. "Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, are you really a good guy?" After he finished speaking, he took his few remaining orc bosses and approached the transport plane ahead.

His thick legs skillfully used the control panel to open the isolation compartment. The orcs entered the assault ship and the spaceship slowly left. Although it was not a transport ship, they could still cross the star system. One-Eye was not worried that he would not be able to go back. , but he knew very well that the difficulties in connecting Donglai had just begun.

The transport plane came to the airspace, and the battleships in the void were sending messages.

"Stop, stop, report our serial number and mission, military rank and target."

The one-eyed horse pinched his throat, took out a dog tag from his pocket, and answered. "Skady's only regiment, Sergeant Lauenna, has postponed his sortie due to the orc attack and requested to leave the port."

Wrong answer. "It turns out that the heroes of the Skadi Regiment, please leave!"

One-Eye breathed a sigh of relief, and the transport plane flew through the void. However, those imperial fleets still did not know that they had just returned to the mountains. There was no doubt that One-Eye would become a big obstacle, especially after he awakened.

As the power of Chaos continued to increase at the end of the forty millennium, and Xianxing was ready to move, what awaited the Imperial Guard looked increasingly bad. If the Emperor really complained about them...

His scarred Krieg style trench coat, so-called taped at all four corners, was yanked while walking the dog yesterday and fell to the ground on Terra, although still in service. , but it is difficult for him to describe why the artistic style of the broken screen has the feeling of ink painting.

He has to adapt to Yidong.

He really has to rest tomorrow. He is not used to coding on a computer. )

The most unlucky thing lately, hahaha ()