Chapter 173 Traitors Have Their Own Ways and Father and Daughter Reunite

Betrayal may be one of the theme songs of that universe. If the void can really be condensed into a rhythmic sound, it may be a Mozart song for me from time to time in death heavy metal.

Alan Bayer felt surprisingly indifferent about the letter, because war is nothing like that, and such a huge scale of personnel is indispensable without traitors. Everyone knows the power of the Red Pirates at this moment, let alone that rogue trader. .

"It's just a dog of profit." Alan Bayer would not fight with him, because such a guy can't get into the core of the empire. Although the Rogue Traders have great power, the Imperial Tribunal does not trust those guys, leaving them in the core. In the eyes of the imperial establishment, it was nothing more than heresy.

That guy from Bu Nao... Alan Bair thought about that name. He remembered that there was a merchant dynasty that 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" may contact the Black Heart King to ask for subspace information, and then...

The traitor, after all, has known about the situation in Alan Bair, then the problem can be easily solved, and the businessman has indeed provided many conveniences to the Imperial Guard, and the road has indeed been opened, and what he needs is nothing more than intelligence.

In such a huge empire, the emperor had blessed him with that information, and everything has its own use. Since he came with the information, the Imperial Guard could appropriately release the information to him, and the Red Pirate Vanguard. The war is about to begin, and the subspace storm is becoming more and more indifferent...

Alan Bayer showed a rather perverted smile at this moment, because he had already thought of how to torture Wan Mian. "Traitor, oh, traitor, can a traitor be a good thing..."

By releasing false information, or deliberately guiding him, Alan Bayer has completed the most difficult part of finding the traitor. Chengdong just hopes not to alert the enemy.

After Zhai Lu won the battle, he used light spears to burn the place clean until everything was vaporized. All nearby civilian houses and residences were also burned down. If they misrepresented that traitors were stationed here, the Imperial Guard chose to destroy it with artillery.

The location of that place is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it has complete electricity and various facilities. The interface is not only reasonable, but also in line with the war situation. After all, the residential area is indeed a key point.

When picking up Donglai, make sure that the news is not leaked. Let the Imperial Guard soldiers or officers in the east treat the businessman normally, make him feel that his affairs have not been discovered, and then use that businessman to convey the news at the critical moment.

The piece of kraft paper full of stories collected by Alan Bayer will become a sharp blade to defeat the red pirates. Ru Ming relies entirely on the intelligence department of the empire. Although it feels very unreliable, it can be believed in that choice. No the best.

Then he followed the traces of destruction he caused back to the first floor and his soldiers. At this moment, he had to admit that he was wrong to bring two trucks, even if the jewelry and antiques he brought in the mansion were added to the two cabinets of wine worth thousands of gold. , there are some evil things like 20 earth-shaking cannons, and it only takes about four or five drives to get to the temporary camp.

The fuel truck drove slowly, pulling two, carrying two, and kept driving. Although those huge cannons loyal to the empire were stored there for unknown reasons, their fate was not destined to be used by the traitors. .

But the girl named Arya lowered her head and thought about something, and suddenly said it after the motorcade walked for a while. "He was talking to the second lieutenant during that time. He told him the general situation of the war. He knew that was good and told the civilians relevant information, but did that matter involve his adoptive father?"

"Sir Officer, first of all, did the rebels of the Mechanicus send out intelligence from the main nest without using the Divine Calculation Tower? That means..."

"They created their own war room."

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

His expression suddenly changed, and then he begged the soldiers to speed up and analyzed. "The line they used was not the main nest line, it was the temporary command point they dug east of the ground, and then they cut off the line covertly to achieve the communication effect."

"They are all engineers and know the situation in various parts of the hive city, so he guessed that they should use the abandoned pipeline lines in the hive city. Hurry up and find a local who is proficient in the underground!"

Alan Bayer once again calmly judged a very important matter. Luck and the emperor's favor seemed much more common in his presence, but few people were jealous of his various specialities, because they were all in vain. Blood and death, sacrifice and victory can only bring privileges.

People who are favored by the emperor have a cruel fate and future that are incomprehensible to mortals. But working so hard can actually be exchanged for a simple sentence at first: I have completed my mission.

In that huge dark universe, those seemingly great people are actually no different from people working in factories. They are just gears that drive the survival of the human race.

The real despair of that world is that everyone is working hard to complete their work, but no matter how powerful I am, I can't complete my responsibilities, and even many people can't complete their responsibilities.

That universe was so big and terrifying that even the bravest warriors would get lost in it. When the sages of the Mechanicus, who seemed to have completed their mission, lay silently in the dark radio room, they were not asleep, but Otherwise the powerful spirit of Merovingian can severely damage their bodies.

They won, but also lost. When the equipment stopped pumping their hearts and blood, the brain began to lack oxygen. The external life support system of the Mechanicus Sage could only rely on simple mechanical structures to slowly input nutrients and oxygen for a few hours.

In coma, the Sage also realized for the first time that he was not a mortal. The fine gold and steel did not continue to work. The weakness of flesh and blood was even more terrible than the feeling of ordinary people.

He had no chance, and he didn't know what happened. After the transmission ended, the Imperial Guard approached. When they were about to leave the room, the flashing of the promethium lamp and the roar of the sensor snowflakes, his brain was disconnected, and he entered a half-awake sleep.

The feeling of fragility and collapse crept back into his body, but compared to that, he still cared more about whether his child would grow up healthily...

When his thoughts went from being very clear to being in a mess, the remaining calculation power of his body quickly realized how long he had to live, about...

10 minutes. Those mortal troops obviously could not defeat the enemy in the first time, and although the Imperial Guard was powerful, they did not know the sending point. The room in that place was hidden and completely closed. Only a few people related to the Mechanicus knew the location. If there was really anyone who knew, it would probably be the Emperor.

He realized that he would sacrifice, a sacrifice without a doubt. He was not very afraid. After all, life was like this. There were many unknowns that had not been explored...

If the Emperor gave him another chance to live, he would study the people's livelihood. After all, the world of Ming was too lacking in humanity, but that would also mean that his career would never move forward.

When the lack of oxygen in the brain became so serious that he could no longer maintain his vitality, he began to sleep. His life from the time he was a gear boy to now has been a revolving lantern, from being born in a test tube, instilling knowledge, singing the treasure book, installing parts, and transforming the body.

He was born with asthma, but now he is fine. The mechanical teaching treats the disabled and the sick equally, which is also the first step for him to enter the knowledge gate of that wonderful world.

Life, prosthesis, his thoughts reversed and shook in the chaos, and suddenly he understood what the empire needed, a set of mechanical organs that were so cheap that even the smallest gears could be installed, which could ignore illness and disability to maintain the lives of mortals who were reluctant to die.

If he survived, he would study how to reduce the cost of transformation and benefit the citizens of the empire, but he also knew that he only had three minutes left...

His thoughts were very confused, and at first he made a crazy choice, silently chanting in his mind and activating the visual module.

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

Soon, the long-lost light reappeared, turbid and blurry, stuck and unclear, like the photosensitive organs of ancient creatures that had just evolved in the deep sea, with blurred blocks of color.

And he saw his staff slumped on the table like broken puppets. He swept his eyes over the people he could see. At this moment, the sage's head was lying on the right, and he could barely see about 1-4 people. The farthest was the door of that place, but he no longer had the strength to open it. And those off-line puppets there, they used to be the most elite engineers in the empire, but now they were just fish meat.

A sense of turmoil spread in his heart. Maybe it was because the emotional controller was completely shaking now. He really wanted to know what the colleagues in front of him who usually suppressed their emotions were thinking at this moment. Was it fear or unwillingness?

But such things had nothing to do with him anymore. Life was empty, time seemed precious, and the narrow space illuminated by the dim promethium lamp became the first picture in his memory.

Just like the test tube laboratory where he was born, it was full of various pipes, lines, messy things and crowded environment. Perhaps that was the fate of the members of the Mechanicus. They were not stable in life and would not see the garden in death.

His adopted daughter flashed through his mind. He hoped that his child would not be as embarrassed as himself, would achieve great achievements, and then die in the battlefield garden world.

But when the red index on the screen gradually returned to zero, the existing thoughts gradually became unsustainable. In the first moment of life, the sage thought that if the door farthest from his sight suddenly opened at this moment, he would see Arya again for a moment, which would probably be the best reward given to him by the Emperor.

Emperor, if you really heard it, he hoped...

He closed his eyes, but suddenly heard a click...

Sound? Why is there a sound!

The sage realized that his auditory system had failed, and his body should be completely...

He suddenly realized that his eyes began to become clear, his limbs could move, and a soft thing wrapped him with a sharp cry. He opened his eyes and the first sentence was no. "Arya, my dress is so pretty..."

Yes, the dark-colored Gothic long skirt matched with the thin blonde girl, the beauty and absurdity of the empire's despair were born in that person.

But the sage was very happy, very happy, very...

But he still didn't know how he was saved, until Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair came and fiddled with the badge on his leg, which smelled very much like liquid...

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

"Turn off the olfactory system!"

"Turn off!"

"Turn off!"

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

Yes, they can smell it...

Alan Beyer was a little embarrassed. "Well, Ren Yidong, we can follow him during that time, understand, that..." He suddenly didn't know what to say, after all, it was not the technology of the Dark Ages.

Alan Byrma was pulling the Catachan officer who was with him. The noncommissioned officer looked at the group of oil guys calmly, and then Alan Byer introduced them. "He is actually untouchable, the secret weapon of their regiment, and our machinery failed because of his magic."

The sage replied. "Damn witchcraft..."

He stood up and rubbed his daughter's cheek. He also saw that the girl was crying hard. He was worried whether it was true or not. Alan Bayer also sighed that although that guy was not an adult, he was full of emotions and not without falsehood. goods, and can be outspoken.

She will definitely be able to gather a group of loyal partners in that crazy war universe in the future, and now he needs to let her survive and let all the life in that sector survive.

Alan Bayer secretly made up his mind, but saw the sage shaking the foundry director who was lying on the table...

"Teacher, wake up, the Imperial Guard is here, wake up, don't pretend..." The sage kept shaking, but at this moment everyone felt good, the leader of the rebellion, the smart sage, the best in the world Candidates for casting the governor's successor, but now there is no response.

Alan Bair walked forward, raised his body, looked at his flashing mechanical body, but put his ear against his chest.

"There is no heartbeat, the brain is dead." He calmly judged based on his experience during the war, but those words stunned the sages present.

"Master Burnt Supervisor has mastered the design drawings of 324 products in their world...and he is currently the most suitable person among the members of the Loyal Mechanicus to become the Governor..."

"What should I do? They lost their leader..."

People are in panic, and this is equivalent to the emperor suddenly disappearing, and the heroes are confused.

At this moment the sage who was taking care of the child shouted. "He is his apprentice, a mechanical sage, and a data craftsman. He also leads the army. He will inherit the position of teacher. He will study his leg manuscripts. He will command the revival of the world. Now he does not seek chaos and is safe. Keeping the teacher's body, Zhai Lu's struggle is over, and their bells will ring for him..."

"Now, they ask for unity, and join the heroes of the Imperial Guard in punishing the heretics who killed their countrymen!"

"No Ohm Messiah!"

The words were sonorous and powerful, and the resistance sages were stunned for a moment before answering. "No Ohm Messiah!"

"No Ohm Messiah!"

Alan Bayer took out the coffee and poured it into his kettle. He originally thought that things were in trouble, but it seemed that the unlucky guy had grown a lot during that time.

As the saying goes... Difficulties make people grow, and so much suffering in that world will only make the empire more and more resilient.