Chapter 161 The Terror of the Mechanicus Forced Attack

The scenes seen by the skull were too blasphemous for people to believe. After the chaotic and twisted mutations and terrifying weirdness, the Skadi thought that they had completely mastered the most terrifying thing in the universe, and Merlo The first time Wen appeared, just the brief scene of being muddy and distorted also made Skadi's soldiers tremble.

"Is that thing a demon?" When someone asked that question, even if Alan Bayer was well-informed and could face the nature of the world in subspace, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw the thing. .

"Ask the skull to come back and pass the relevant data and information to the Foundry Governor and the Provisional Military Department. Then tomorrow night, he will ask for a blitzkrieg."

"They don't have many cold-proof clothes. Send the video of the skull to the hive and ask the Mechanicus to provide their macro branches to help them suppress the infantry. I'll do it, staff officer."

"The 113th Armored Regiment of Phlaxia, the 1st Armored Regiment of Pangia, are preparing to encircle the enemy. During that time, the greenskins cannot leave the monitoring range of the Imperial Guard!"

Alan Beyer picked up his water glass, took out the caffeine from his tactical belt, stirred and shook it, which not only refreshed and replenished water, but also signaled and prepared for war. "They have four hours, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, don't waste it, don't doubt it."

The artillery shells are in the car, the weapons are replenished, the food is ready, the trench tools or the communication devices are ready. The Imperial Guard will not hesitate. They are ready for war in the shortest possible time. Over and over again, if the Emperor allows it, they will beg the general. His anger spread far and sharp.

Isn't that the first time the Imperial Guard has done this? When the entire group of the race is trying to kill them, can that race really be called justice?

The gods were enjoying that kind of universe, but humans had no choice but to shoot, shoot, shoot, and kill. The moment Alan Bair picked up the communicator, he made up his mind to ask for help. May any massacre be carried out to the east of his command.

But he had been sending out invitations to the Mechanicus for a long time, and no sage had responded to him for about an hour. Alan Bair felt good about it, and his communicator hit the headquarters of the Mechanicus directly, making the sound of a grille. Appeared, the servitor used the most primitive method as an adapter to ensure that the governor would not be disturbed at will.

"My lord, you do not have access rights."

Alan Bair asked immediately. "Isn't his governor's hotline turned on? Where are the privileges agreed upon?"

"And he sent out an invitation and a meeting request in a set of logo formats an hour ago. He doesn't believe that there are so many guests in my remote world!" He doesn't like the Mechanicus or that problem. Their external network is very exclusive. They often say one thing but do another. When it comes to chicken intestines, those non-humans did really well, far exceeding the emperor's expectations for them.

And he was still not satisfied with that matter, even if the priest over there emphasized it emotionally. "I'm sorry, my lord."

He still said disgustedly. "He asked for something and connected with the Governor. He needed Hongzhi's help. He ordered me, Servant, in the name of Captain Skadi."

The servitor made a strong noise after a brief pause. Even though Alan Bayer couldn't see clearly what was going on over there, he still felt the entanglement of that thing. Although their emotions had been suppressed after turning into machines, their actions were still unclear. Becoming rigid and guessing is ultimately because a large number of neurons and contacts in the brain have been modified.

Whether they are human beings or not is still a question mark, but the Mechanicus has been working hard in that world for a long time, and the huge power accumulated from the east and the Hongzhi composed of countless servitors are the best help, and nothing can replace it.

No matter how much he likes it, Alan Bayer must get permission and help from the governor to increase the success rate. He looked at the twisted steel dragon's terrifying body in the picture. He could feel that the monster was not completed, but otherwise Soon, if the Imperial Guard don't seize the opportunity, they will lose it.

When the poor servitor dialed the message under the pressure of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard, it was hard to imagine how those messy and brief electrical signals just flashed in front of a great sage like the Founding Governor, but that servitor Affirming the risk of Mei Xuan's death, the old voice flashed out from the grille, and the language had no intention of hiding.

"I'm sorry, guest of the Imperial Guard. Is he really tired of research and obsessed with knowledge? Please forgive his stupidity before he expresses enough apology for his rashness. Your most loyal servant, h.b (abbreviation, Hanbo) ).”

As the saying goes, people become better with age. The guy who was doing Tai Chi with a servitor just now is now talking openly and honestly, as if he should be like this. On the contrary, Alan Bayer's call seems abrupt and inhumane.

"Shut up your mechanical mouth and my grille, listen now, my world is being threatened, and he just gave me the scene of the skull detection a standard Terra hour ago, but otherwise I just arranged it Did a servitor disgust him? "

"So what about my God of All Machines? I can see that dragon very clearly? The twisted heretical creation is wreaking havoc on my land, and my machine servants have failed time and time again. It seems that he needs my power. , but I’m pretending to be stupid?”

The old man answered slowly. "I'm sorry, but his research must not be disturbed. It is related to the future of the empire. The reappearance of any ancient technology will not be a mistake for the praise of the God of All Machines and the praise of the Ohm Messiah."

"Can I use my god to suppress him? There is no tribunal there and there may not be a state religion there. Even if their private phone calls will be recorded, he asked me whether I would like to send my Hongzhi." Alan Bair He asked directly with daggers drawn, even if the entire empire was not united, how could he maintain the huge galaxy with those worms from the Mechanicum...

Disappointment is one thing, war is another, he still said. "They want a war."

The old man replied. "He just analyzed the God of All Machines and gears. In the holy oil, he saw the power of that thing." On the other side, the Governor used his third leg to lift the previous machine. I looked at the teacher's report, and there was even a description of the sage who had directly experienced the power of Merovingian.

[As terrifying as darkness, the light of the God of All Machines drained from his eyes, the everlasting mechanical river dried up, and the roar of the big clock stopped. When he realized that, he no longer dared to fight against that existence. He is the incarnation of the machine god. 】

"They will not send troops. Each of the Mechanicus' servitors has spent a lot of materials and manpower to make treasures." He said so, but looked at the picture from Alan Bair, and the fingers of the legs made of alloy brushed In the Merovingian image, in the cloudy display, he wrote the miraculous High Gothic in the wrong place on the screen.

"That, strange thing, according to his calculations, can completely make the servitors in the whole world go out of control. He cannot let the servitors take risks until he has developed the ability to counter his witchcraft." The governor said this, but in front of his eyes But his eyes showed the admiration of Merovingian.

Alan Bayer sensitively noticed that the guy's words in Gothic were good. He, it, she, he had different pronunciations in Gothic, and that sentence also showed the true thoughts of the Mechanicus. He sighed as he realized there was no turning around.

"I see, it's really hard work. If I'm really studying that kind of thing, I'm not wrong about heretical prayers. Oh... I'm sorry, his wording is a bit strange. To be precise, no, it's wrong about the emperor's beliefs. I have doubts."

The Governor's natural reply. "Then he will send an application for advanced training to the nearest Mechanicus Bishop world. You don't have to worry about it. If he recommends the Imperial Guard, it would be better to wait passively."

Alan Bair replied with a smile. "It's a lot of worry, but he will seize the opportunity. He will never let go of aliens, and he will never tolerate heretics." He hung up the communication, feeling disappointed because of the Mechanicus and the arrival of the governor. He said that he saw the real Ohm Messiah, not the thing on the throne. The thing in front of him that had its own consciousness and was extremely powerful was the real Ohm Messiah!

His pupils showed no emotion, his face was slowly twitching like an insect, and he was looking at Merovingian's picture infatuatedly, and spoke slowly in an emotionless voice. "Praise be to Om Messiah."

And on the front line, almost close to the enemy, the most dangerous place, the Imperial Guard, those poor mortal bodies, flesh and blood can't even endure the extreme climate of that world, but they stand in front of the enemies that the Mechanicus dare not touch. , The weaker people are, the more they are obsessed with the external strength, and the stronger people seem to be weaker.

Many people in that world don't know how many miracles those iron wills and beliefs can bring, and they often despair in the face of extreme destructive power. The Emperor relies on the strong, unlike the Chaos Gods. "Selfless", he is not a selfish person, he likes to treat his own children, compatriots, very powerful people who can help the empire.

Many people are willing to fall because of their external weakness and without the protection of the Emperor. Even if they are talented and smart, even if they are powerful, this is not the case. The Emperor always knows who the huge empire needs, like Alain. People like Bayer.

He stood up. "Attention, all the troops, they have no allies anymore. It's very cruel. Coco Mechanicus is already willing to betray. Those things are not human. We also know that they should have been prepared. Now they are driving in the car and have their weapons ready. Otherwise, Emperor, they will fight to the bitter end.”

"Now, open the poison blade, bring weapons, and wear heavy clothes. They will raid behind the sun. The basilisks are ready to bomb the enemy's base directly. They want to be prepared so that the firepower is not wasted."

The rumbling of the engines continued, and the restless imperial machine spirits couldn't wait to take revenge and seek revenge on those damned things.

After the sun set in the east, the basilisk had prepared the artillery trench. After the efforts of the Skadi and the Ngaror people, wearing thick clothes, they stopped in the long artillery trench dug with human legs by Liyue Dong. Holding one basilisk after another.

The wrath of the Empire is gathering momentum. The Baneblade tank brought the Lemanus group (with a few railguns mixed in) to move forward. The soldiers relied on the Chimera transport vehicle to maneuver forward. The Empire The power of the Guards is extremely huge, and no matter how powerful they are, they probably cannot endure such terrifying power.

Alan Bair was walking in his Salamander commander's tank, watching the light brought by the rising moon shining on the east of the orc bunker. Those hatreds and grievances will have to be settled tomorrow.

"Fire artillery, take turns to shoot, don't seek to cut off and suppress, Baneblade and Lemanus protect the Basilisk troops."

After the order, the terrible war weapons that were buried in the trenches and exposed the barrels began to roar. When the first gun leg was filled with shells, the flames and explosions streaked across the sky and hit the orc base accurately. The bright light was like a star falling on the ground. The attacks continued one after another, representing death and violence.

But soon, the light green waaaagh field shield blocked those things. The terrible orc technology was more defensive than the shield used by the land warship. The explosive power generated by the bombing disappeared in the waaah field, and there was a bright green light like a semicircle wrapping the ground, showing the orc base exposed by the bombing.

Those orcs' rough factory lines and waaagh signs made of broken wood and metal were full of shivering farts. Many guys were holding tools to repair the holes bombed by the petrified lizards. The camp was not small. Judging from the area covered by those fields, it was at least several thousand meters. Whether it was concealed or not, the missing top cave was dug out, and the outside was similar to a man-made mine.

That looked a bit like what the orcs in Warhammer did, building their own camps and kingdoms in the underworld, and the one-eyed one was the only king of the underworld.

Ailanbair looked at those things with a telescope, and twisted and shaking orc mechas began to crawl out of the hole one after another. He knew those things, the fear cans, and even their appearance instantly evoked countless memories of Ailan.

"Everyone pay attention, the orc cans are approaching, and attack their legs and arms first. The connection of those things is not very stable, so you need to use explosives to hit them. It's a bit troublesome if they have too many legs and arms, and then if they are approached, retreat first."

Ailanbair watched those cans walk out of the shield like drunkards. Whether they were fear cans or killing cans, big and small were painted on things according to the green-skinned drivers' own personalities. The only thing that was the same was the one-eye symbol of the one-eyed clan.

Their style in the Imperial Guard is gradually fading, but their tactical qualities remain. They march in neat skirmish lines, with the orcs with shields and heavy armor in front and the fart killing cans who like to use cannonballs in the back. The only difference between them is size.

But a commissar with a broken arm said. "The greenskin vehicles are always more deadly than their funny appearance."

That point is very much agreed by Alan Baier...

He watched those restless things move forward with black smoke, and then roared. "Fire!"

"Warlords in the World of Demon Hunters"

Crossing over to the background of the struggle between Nilfgaard and the Northern Realm, Hemei is an ordinary knight. He has no lofty status, let alone powerful power.

He is not qualified to participate in those lofty struggles, let alone have anything to do with those strange things. He looks like cannon fodder in the war.

But he will still take a path, a path to greatness and glory. He will change the history of the Northern War and become the supreme ruler of the North.

Is that the path to success for a warlord? Is that a path to climb up?

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