Chapter 177: Survivors in the Mezzanine
In the world made of fine gold and steel, there is a dead silence in the cities. Those inhuman things are like corpses, unscrupulously displaying those twisted emotions in the place where the emperor once loved him so cruelly.
No matter what the tool is, a loyal servitor will commit suicide or defection even if faced with an order. Alpha-level captains retain part of their personal consciousness, but those things have chosen to obey. They may be good machines, but they are no longer human beings. Got it!
The carbine beams, bolts, deflagrations, and Imperial Guard bullets penetrated into the cores of those traitors like crazy sharp blades, and the shattered body fragments dropped to the east like raindrops of blood and scrap iron with engine oil.
The "blood" of the Mechanicum's servants wets the uniforms of the Imperial Guard, but death and blood cannot hinder their progress, just as when they slaughter mortals, the blood flows to the surface of the forged world like bright red magma filled with blood, flowing from the near ground The tracks can also be seen as crazy and terrifying.
The Catachan forest warrior's military boots stepped on the head of the half-dead servitor. He had to admit that the skill of making him a sage was very good, but it would only make him suffer for a long time now, and the Imperial Guard was definitely not a good person. , they will pay with blood, tooth for tooth.
There is no such thing as revolution, justice, morality or even racial stance. The Imperial Guard is a force composed of more primitive and crazy things, war, killing, survival, that's all.
Human beings need to unite and survive in the constant struggle of the universe, facing aliens, heretics, and demons.
"shot!"
"Attack protocol, activate!"
Two shouts, a mechanical tone and the voice of the Imperial Guard appeared at the same time. Under the cover of the enemy's corpses and the powerful firepower, the servitors quickly collapsed, and the parts and corpses formed the Imperial Guard's trenches, allowing them to continue to advance. But more enemies soon arrived, all uniform, like clones or something else, but definitely not human.
Intense firepower alternated continuously, and the mismatch between the two groups was like two giants fighting each other for life. Whether the Imperial Guard was exhausted or the Skitarii were completely wiped out, the gods probably made it clear.
When Alan Bayer opened fire behind the mechanical corpse bunker, smashing the head of the Alpha leader, he then said to his other companions.
"Interesting, the Imperial Guard usually engages in a war of attrition, but now it's actually the other way around. The number of enemies is really exaggerated. When were their actions discovered?!" Alan Bair cursed and hid in the bunker, holding his hand. A killing machine made of ceramic steel, the body of a heavy-duty servitor resisted the flintlock projectiles coming from the east.
A salvo of electromagnetic guns followed, and Alan Bayer could directly lift the dead heavy machine servant up like a shield. He fired the relic leg gun with one leg, killing the enemy extremely quickly at the same time. Move forward, exert force with one leg, and throw out the heavy-duty servitor, which was beaten to pieces and almost defenseless, and weighed hundreds of kilograms!
Bang, bang, muffled sound, the servitor over there that was resisting was instantly smashed with huge force. Parts and engine oil flew abnormally, spilling on the beautiful brass-colored wall, dyeing the Mechanicus logo. bright red.
Alan Bair was breathing heavily. That thing was really heavy, but the support from the Adeptus Mechanicus continued to flow. The Skadi soldiers crawled forward and fired even more wildly.
But those later skitarii showed quite high intelligence. There were sages, yes, there were governors operating them. They began to imitate the actions of the Imperial Guard in a regular manner, with highly modified bodies and their sudden appearance of strong learning ability. Adding to the huge base makes them even more difficult to deal with.
Alan Bair cursed. ‘Did Governor Burnt find out, then did he start micro-managing in the east field of RTS? "
"Bu Nao, that's not how wars are fought!"
Alan Baier shouted. "The traitor leader is watching them, don't be embarrassed! No need to hesitate to consume ammunition, shoot!"
The Skadi soldiers wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked at the endless stream of enemies. Even though the barrels of their guns were red, and even though it was unclear how many enemies they had killed, at this moment that unit had defeated enough Thousand Servitors in the corridor area, and they There are 60 people!
The equipment of the Sun Auxiliary Army level, which is not inferior to Kashezin's battle, represents the pinnacle of human power. Without the use of potions and body modifications, they are the most powerful mortal troops!
"Shoot! Let those who steal tactics see!" The sergeant showed off, but Alan Bayer was a little bit troubled. There was a consumption issue. Even if they won, it would be difficult for Sundong's ammunition to support them in completing the mission. Secondly, the governor's operation was flawless and even decent, which made the servitor's combat effectiveness, which was originally not difficult to kill, increase by several points.
But something strange happened. After the real confrontation, those servitors turned out to be paper tigers. The actions performed by the governor quickly became distorted and strange, and their combat effectiveness was even worse than before. Soon the attack of the Imperial Guard cut them like wheat. It seemed to be killing, but Alan Bayer smelled the rotting liquid seeds and the stench of promethium passing by.
As they stepped forward on the ruins of the machines, people could see that it was easy for the Imperial Guard to win, but the shooting accuracy of those servitors was actually extremely high. If not, the Imperial Guard occupied the narrow passage and single The advantage of the soldiers and firepower, and the body of the Mechanic servitor to provide cover will definitely be a thankless task.
Alan Bayer also saw the shortcomings of their actions. Is there too little time? Such a small team operation should be composed of silence and lethality, but the place was too big, and the defense force felt them.
After heading to the hall from the east, the enemy's firepower can not only be dispersed, but the positions will be more sparse and ordinary. The elites of the Imperial Guard are now tired and their ammunition is gradually decreasing.
Taking too long to go to other halls will also lead to irreversible failure.
There is no way to retreat. If you choose that method, you have to go east even if the entire army is wiped out. If Skadi's veterans don't sacrifice, more civilians and recruits will die. If you want to take over that world in a short time, A huge price must be paid, compared to the lives of several Skadi soldiers in the East, it is completely acceptable.
As a commander, Alan Bayer is so contradictory. How much he loves his family and troops, but how little he cares about their lives, because such a abnormal state is considered a war and does not deserve the respect of the soldiers.
If you ask them to die in exchange for greater value, then they must die immediately to continue the life of that huge rotten empire and inject it with scarlet-hot blood, and that terrible universe and ancient empire love to be ruthless. The life of the loyal.
If there are no good people in that universe, there will be survival. If group survival requires individual sacrifice, just do it and die. When the Skadi people came to the huge metal door, the west hall was neither the seat of religion nor the place of sacrifice. The passage to the second floor must be crowded with enemies at this moment, and countless firepower can instantly evaporate the Imperial Guard.
If you want to survive Donglai, you have to rely on the flash produced by death charge and hot melt. If you want to survive Donglai, you have to rely on the emperor's blessing. If you want to find a bunker as quickly as possible, you have to rely on yourself to survive Donglai. Alan Bayer predicts that, then A breakthrough will definitely result in the loss of half of the soldiers, at least...half of the soldiers!
If it is clear that the war can start as soon as the melt is generated, then one can live towards death.
The sergeant came over with a melta gun and goggles. "He came to knock on the door and let the heretics have a good look at the wrath of the Imperial Hammer."
He unloaded his backpack and told the others, "When he dies, he will give away his food."
Then the soldiers answered. "Sir, put the things back, how long can my food keep them going, and carrying heavy weight is not necessarily good..."
said the sergeant. "Then eat it now and share it with everyone. He remembered that he brought a can of Goro, and each of them will have a piece of meat!"
But suddenly something happened. "We might as well give it all to him."
the sergeant cursed. "What do you mean, military orders are like mountains, but there are no orders! Average!"
At this moment, Alan Bayer suddenly covered his nose. "Does my supply smell? It smells a bit..."
But at the same time, Alan Bayer realized that it was good. "Is there anyone?!"
The soldiers were alert, but there was absolutely no place to hide a living person in the empty corridor that they had cleaned...
"Don't look for it. The Emperor is here. He is not loyal, but as long as he can remember, no one except the Emperor has ever been gentle to him."
"So he proposed a deal to you. Because they all believe in the Emperor, he will provide us with a safe way to the second floor, and we will give him food to prevent him from suffering." The voice said so much for the first time. Alan Bayer could feel that the voice was male and adult, and the tone contained the awareness that the transaction would be successful.
"Unload the gun." Alan Bair said, and the soldiers executed it. A moment later, the loyalist suddenly appeared. To be precise, should they remove the brass-colored metal plate on their heads? At this moment, the Imperial Guard realized Yes, it turns out that there are ventilation holes in the ceiling of the corridor area!
As for the lean man like a monkey, he has messy brown hair, and the hair has grown all over his face, like an ape. His clothes are just cloth, covering his private parts, and dirt accumulates on his body. , the stench also spreads out.
Alan Bayer felt familiar again. The stench was not a stench, but the feeling of the soul being torn apart in subspace. He was sure almost instantly.
Untouchables…
The man was hiding in the pipe, but he stuck half of his body out to greet the Imperial Guard. It was hard to imagine that someone could crawl directly on such a smooth metal surface, probably because of the down on the ends of his legs and shoes. The toes are open, and the ends are hairy, but have strange adsorption power.
He was short in stature, almost like a Ratling ratman. With his straight back, he was only half the height of a Skadi soldier, but the stench that touched his soul also made the soldier couldn't help but cover his nose.
He raised his legs. "He has lived there for generations. He is not a living person born from pipes. Since the birth of that huge building, his ancestors have been the Letlings who repaired the huge ventilation system in that place, but it took them a long time to After re-adapting to the environment, his hair became strange and could cling to walls, and his family is still the only pipeline engineer in the tower."
"We also know that the governor there went crazy. It started well and the servitors could not catch them, but just a few days later, his companions began to decrease one after another. May the Emperor bless him? There is a special body odor. And he lives without anyone accompanying him.”
Alan Bair rubbed his nose, he was used to that kind of stench, and asked. "Why does he trust me?"
The pipe man replied. "His family once swore loyalty to the governor, but as he did wrong to them, it has developed into a blood feud. At least he knows less than ten of his companions who are still alive, and their family has almost become extinct."
"He wants to live now. Although he is lucky, the food in the pipeline is getting less and less. At first, because of the decrease in the number of people, the rodents entrenched in it could meet his needs, but now..."
He used his fingers to pry open his mouth, and the blood and decay of the gums were visible to the naked eye, and rotten meat and disgusting black blood were stuck in it.
Alan Baier said. "Scurvy..."
The pipeline man nodded. "So, give him supplies, he will take us through the ventilation duct, let us complete our noble mission, Imperial Guards."
"Don't think about breaking through from the front. He saw in the hall that there were 5,000 cathars gathered, almost 50% of the military strength of the tower. Although he saw our bravery and strength in the battle, we are not gods, right?"
Alan Baier couldn't refute it, and it was just vitamins, they didn't lack them.
He suddenly laughed. "May the Emperor bless you, I can meet a noble person like me in that place!" Then he took out vitamin powder from his backpack, which was the standard ration for 24-hour special operations of the Empire, and also the food of the highest special operations standard of the Empire.
"Take out all of them, take out ours too, 60 doses of vitamin drink, enough for me to live for two years!"
When the orange waterproof paper bags were thrown to the ground, the pipe man smiled happily.
Ailan Baier struck while the iron was hot. "I will help them, he will report the matter to the East, and I will become a hero in that world."
The pipe man said. "Hero? I look at him, he's almost a mutant. Yes, he's famous. He's a pipe repairer. Because he can repair things, he's very valuable. And because of this, mutants are alive. The mainstream society of the empire doesn't tolerate him. He can only live because of that tower. He has nothing else."
"He's not an empire citizen, he's not an empire man. He's just a monster, curled up in a narrow place." He said, crawling slowly on his legs, walking on the 90-degree ventilation duct wall, throwing the rope out of the duct.
"We are heroes, and he will always live in the shadows. If he's blinded by the honor I mentioned, then when we leave, he'll be burned in the square of the hive city, his neck tied, suffocated to death."
Alan Baier climbed on the rope, looking at the dark pipe full of various daily necessities. The faint promethium light shone, making him, a hive man, feel a little warm.
He smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect that people living in such a place could see so clearly..."
The pipe man said. "What's the use of knowing? When the disaster comes, he will have to blackmail us to survive."
"But he knows very well, just take revenge on the Emperor and his human brothers."
"Please pay attention. He saw bad things patrolling on the second floor during that time."
Alan Baier asked. "What is it?"
The pipe man looked bitter. "Like a heavy servitor, but bigger, five meters high, with an incinerator on the back, like a giant warrior wearing a full set of armor, with power fists or double-linked phosphorus blaster cannons on the legs and arms, patrolling in groups of five, and he only saw five of those things."
"It didn't exist before, but it must have always existed. The governor went crazy, and that thing also appeared. He suspected it was the legendary demon or something..."
Alan Baier said. "It's not a demon. That thing is called Scatlan Fighting Soldiers, a legacy of the Dark Ages. It seems that they had a tough battle once..."