Chapter 179 Scatlan, the Last Legacy of the Dark Ages

Chapter 179 Scatlan, the first legacy of the Dark Ages

During that time, Alanbair often looked at the pocket watch he brought out from the camp...

And the Leitlings shuttled through the dark pipes lightly, without even needing light, just like fish in the deep sea.

He often touched the junction of the pipes with his fingers, and then he was confident. When Alanbair shone the light on the place where he touched, he realized that it was not witchcraft, but a legacy from generation to generation. The small text was only the size of a thumb, hidden in the corner of the pipe.

"What is that, strange symbols, like..." It was difficult for Alanbair to describe such things, but he probably knew that it was an image like a QR code, complex, dense, and with a large amount of information, and it was also something that humans could read.

The Leitlings said. "That may be the language of the people of the pipes, different from Gothic, it is something unique to them."

Alanbair noticed something interesting. "Writing? We all have a culture that is independent of the mainstream social atmosphere outside the empire?"

"Then..." A terrible thought flashed through his mind. "The population when it is full of people..."

The Leitlings answered. "About 3 million."

Alan Baier commented. "Another big, very uncalculated." He sighed a little again. The Terran history he experienced lasted for thousands of years. When that narrow channel could allow such a large number of lives to establish a small unique civilization, what were the "greatness" and "advancedness" of his previous life at this moment.

And his world was full of conflicts because of race, gender, and sexual orientation. At the end of the dark 40th millennium, humans had long overcome those problems, but many people evaluated whether that era was "backward".

There is no difference between backwardness and advancement in humans, but there is a difference between strength and plunder. If the empire can restore the technology of the dark age and have the spiritual attainments of the Eldar, then the humans of that era will inevitably become the masters of the galaxy.

Although he was smart, he never dared to be arrogant. In an era when the gods were laughing evilly, the emperor was tired, and humanity was in danger, then...

The Skadi people heard a buzzing noise coming from the end of the passage, and they all knew that they had reached their destination.

Alan Baier put away his thoughts and turned off the lights, and there was a faint light coming from the grille at the end of the passage.

The sound of metal and energy batteries hitting each other and the faint smell of promethium announced the foreshadowing of war, the kind of heart-pounding feeling, blood and struggle can be buried in the essence of life.

Their own emperor was in their hearts, clamoring, begging them to shoot at the enemies of humanity, but they were not Sterling people or Skadi people. If the light shone on their faces at this moment, their expressions at this moment would definitely be smiles, hideous and terrible smiles.

The sweet taste of revenge can make people addicted. People who have tasted war are also cursed. Leaving the battlefield will fall into weakness and mental breakdown. Only through constant battles and struggles can one feel alive. In that dark galaxy, let the flames of war burn out until it can replace the stars, replace heat and light.

Action, shoot a burst from the pipe. The Sterling man is like his ancestors. Years of life in the pipe make his eyes more sensitive. The leg feeling and movement of shooting are more like engraved in his DNA, genes, and life.

The silencer muzzle of the burst gun emits red light. The Sterling man's shooting, the starting shooting in his life, the shooting with resentment and death, makes his slender plush legs and arms tremble constantly. The sergeant patted his shoulder, and he almost jumped up in the narrow place of the pipe.

"New recruit, how do you feel?" The sergeant asked him. The Sterling man also panted and looked at the oil flowing out of the pipe mouth, the bright red oil like blood. "Great... So great, those high-ranking things are so weak?"

"He wants to win, wants to win, wants revenge, sir!" He didn't feel that he had "killed" at all. Instead, the pleasure brought by the successful sniping secreted strong dopamine, making the guy curled up in the tunnel almost addicted.

And that kind of madness did not make the Imperial Guard feel fear. After the warning sound of dripping from the pipeline, the agile cheetahs no longer pretended to be mice. They jumped out of the pipeline with their legs and feet. The sharp Catachan blade penetrated the hydraulic pipeline of the servitor, and the liquid splashed out, wetting the metal ground.

"Area safe."

Alan Baier ordered. "Start installing hot melt bombs, then the first two shots, to ensure the collapse of the void shield."

When Alan Baier left the pipeline, the long-lost dazzling light made him close his eyes slightly. The huge and familiar void generator was in front of him. The design was like a reversed table, and the front section was inlaid with a large amount of gems. That valuable thing actually wanted to be destroyed by himself. Alan Baier was a little bit reluctant.

The huge creation that existed since the beginning of the Dark Ages worked tirelessly in the huge room without a moon, and the smell of promethium fuel filled the place protected by adamantium.

Blow it up, start a full-scale war, get that world, express your loyalty to the Emperor, and move forward as usual.

The Raitlings guaranteed that the place would not be detected by the spirits. Things have been settled, and success is beyond doubt. Alanbaier is sure that he is blessed by the Emperor, at least for that operation.

The soldiers approach the roaring void shield, which will be the start of the war. The melt will change the current passive situation of the Imperial Guard. The huge firepower generated by the powerful earth-shaking cannon will destroy the thousands-year-old tower, and As a scientific research base, it has existed for too long. Although it died of betrayal by heretics, various external problems have also existed for a long time.

The pipes are old, the foundation is dented, and although the adamantium on the walls is very strong, it is only a matter of time before it collapses, and the Imperial Guard will be ahead of schedule, and the once loyal god predicts the death of the tower.

But the Sterling people missed it and still cherished it. The place where all his memories gathered, and where he was caught in the center of the war storm, was his hometown.

"He has nothing left, Lieutenant Colonel. I didn't expect him to help them destroy her." The Sterling man sighed.

Alan Bayer said. "I have a new home. Let things go. People have to live in the same way as they are used to."

The Sterling man walked on the ground, crossed his thighs in boredom, and took out the treasure in his pocket. He lit the crumpled cigarette ring with a lighter, took a deep breath, and blew out a big red smoke. lock up. "No, it's over. Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel. Now he has a new family. What's her name?" The Sterling man raised his carbine, which was almost half his length, with a beautiful extended barrel and The powerful Skadi explodes the gun with sniper fire.

Alan Beyer said. "There's no name, I'll get it."

said the Sterling man. "How about Bag End? His dream is to have a cave of his own, warmth, a stove and food, a bed and happiness, a field at the door, where he can bathe in the wind and sunshine."

Alan Beyer thought for a while. "It's a good name, but reality and dreams seem to be far apart. If one day the war that burns the galaxy ends, they can also make it possible for everyone to have a Bag End of their own. Maybe when the Emperor rises from the throne , even giants can retire, demigods can gather in taverns to drink, and become teachers, artists, businessmen..."

"And now, all they can do is win, win in that almost twilight-like despair, making heretics tremble and making aliens fearful." The sergeant emphasized.

The engineering team also reports. "It has been installed and can be started. They retreat..."

Hissing, buzzing, the door made of adamantine suddenly opened slowly, and the Imperial Guards came quietly in an instant, hiding like insects in the complex pipeline system or behind the bunker.

Five huge mechanical creations four to five meters high slowly walked in there. The sound of their feet was almost like an earthquake, and the feeling of oppression was stronger than that of the Space Marines.

Alan Bayer was hiding behind the restless promethium generator, and those soulless mechanical monsters kept moving forward.

"Investigation, patrolling, protocol initiated, clearance requested, buzzing..."

Alan Bair watched them approaching slowly. If nothing happens, they can rely on electronic spirits to operate remotely like servitors. Then beg them to get closer to the Lytlings, and they will enter a brief stagnation. , and then switch to the state of destruction, endlessly mistreating any living creature.

Continuing until their capacity is used up is not the initial insurance designed by the Mechanicum to drive those iron men, and it is also the reason why Alan Bayer is not afraid of those iron skins.

Things without intelligence are not even as good as servitors, and their controllers must not command them, then they are nothing more than scrap metal.

All dark age technologies have passed away! This is the time of the Imperial Guard!

The 60 elites raised their weapons, wary of the approaching monsters. When the iron man team approached, Alan Bayer could feel the heartbeat of the Letling people almost roaring to the point where it was faintly visible. "Calm down, recruit, you're nothing like Ironhide." He proclaimed his meager comfort to the poor demi-human, and watched as the things approached.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

arrive! Five meters!

? !

They didn't lose control or lose their target. They were still moving forward. Alan Bayer couldn't understand. Without floppy disk input and psychic control, without the help of data craftsmen, how could that stupid technology work...

A crazy idea flashed through his mind, then no, those iron men are no...AI!

"No, but no..." The enemy continued to advance. Alan Bair suddenly ran out of the bunker, raised his power sickle, and the powerful force blocked an iron man who used power gloves to fight in close combat.

"Ah!" he cried, and the scythe's destructive stance hummed, and the iron man answered.

"Activate the self-defense agreement." It made a defensive posture, blocking all the power of Alan Bair. The iron man next to it raised its weapon and shot at him, while the Skadi stood up and countless beams of light suddenly attacked. .

"Start..." When those iron men saw the attack, they triggered the deflection shield around them without even saying the activation shield protocol.

Alan Bayer showed a terrifying smile and looked at the thing wrestling with him in front of him. "Artificial intelligence, I didn't expect it to really exist, Iron Man! Hiding in the darkness of the empire, are you crawling out with the heretics right now?!"

The robot in front of him suddenly showed a humanized emotion of fear, and its power instantly weakened. When he was pushed backwards, it began to mutter an incredibly emotionless tone. "Why, how can Keke, human beings actually..." He also spoke in broken but accurate Gothic, and looked at the imperial officer in front of him in surprise.

"Cover him! Cover him! Compatriots!"

Those robots raised their weapons and fired at Alan Bayer eagerly, but their weapons were quickly absorbed by Alan Bayer's personal void shield. When they planned to use incendiary cannons to overload the shield, they bore the risk of the attack. The offset shield also reached its limit at this moment.

Dozens of lasers shot at their bodies, and the intense heat rays instantly tore open the thick pottery armor, revealing the complex circuit system on the east side.

Those robots can quickly hide in the bunker, but their huge bodies always make them unable to take care of their whole body, constantly increasing armor wounds.

The struck melee Scatlan robot was pushed towards the void shield generator by Alan Bair. Its thick foot armor drew deep marks on the ground. The destruction stances touched each other, fireworks and buzzing. The buzzing sound was enough to make a mortal's head bleed and his eyes blind, but Alan Bair stared firmly into the eyes of the iron man.

The iron man's intelligent program is constantly showing off. "It's not human, it's not human, what exactly is it?!"

Alan Bair cursed. "He rejects the nightmare of relics like ours! Die for the sin that destroyed the greatest history of mankind! Heretic!"

Swish, swish, the incendiary cannon behind the robot gathered energy and emitted a dark green light, hitting Alan Bayer's face in just an instant. The violent force caused the void shield to emit a strong light, and then the powerful The personal shield dissipated in a bright light.

"Overload successful, mortal, goodbye." Iron Man showed clear emotions. He no longer suppressed himself. He wanted victory, no matter what time it was.

Keliang burned, and in the dark muzzle Keliang gathered from the weapon he carried on his back, and the heat turned it red. Alan Bayer had two choices, be beaten to disability or even death, or escape. , allowing the artificial intelligence team to reorganize its front without any losses.

Those smart robots had obviously suffered from Alan Bair's surprise attack and his unclear physical strength. If they regrouped, the Imperial Guard would suffer losses, and that was something he couldn't bear, even if he lost a leg and an arm. He also has to kill that commander plane!

Iron Man fired, and a heat beam suddenly appeared, but a moment later, the heat ray penetrated the heat that had just gathered at the muzzle, and exploded the barrel. Iron Man's external system overflowed with countless motor oil from the gaps in the armor due to heat backlash.

The Stirling man raised his carbine, proving that there was no problem with his joining, and it was one of Alan Bayer's wisest decisions!

Coming from the east, the grievances of the Iron Man's rebellion to the Ming Dynasty all overlapped with Alan Bair's body. Those resentments and revengeful mentality focused human history on countless heroic spirits who wanted to liquidate the Iron Man's sins, making it resonate and become powerful until mortals He actually actually pinned Iron Man to the place where the melted bomb was ready!

"No!" the robot wailed, and a violent flash of light suddenly appeared from the east, like a star setting in the east, it was so beautiful...