Chapter 178 Annihilation Protocol, Started

There was a lot of time, and Alanbair looked at the pocket watch in his leg and was thankful.

The Imperial Guard's action received friendly help from the local natives, and it could even be said that they helped with all their might.

When Alanbair climbed through the narrow pipe area and the West Hall full of stained glass and the modified Emperor statue, turning the God of All Machines and the Emperor into the statue of the heretic governor, it was hard to imagine that they could make such a thorough change in such a short time.

In the east where the light from the stars passed through the bulletproof stained glass, the huge Mechanicus Servitors, which were as large as the clone legion, held guns in their legs, and were so large that they could definitely wipe out the Skadi.

And the Emperor bless them, the current situation does not seem to be good, at least except for the narrow ventilation ducts, everything else is pretty good.

"Emperor, they are a group of pests of the Empire." The sergeant looked at the faint light of the blurred ventilation duct covered by the iron sheet, the huge heretic army and their desire for the death of the Skadi.

The complex pipeline equipment is connected in all directions. With the help of the Sterlings in the pipelines, the Skadi soldiers were able to bypass the enemies. However, the pipelines are not 100% safe. The ventilation holes are well hidden near the habitat of the Lightlings, and the rest of the area is still under the garrison of the Mechanicus.

It is not surprising that a living person was captured. Alanbair smelled the stinky "body fragrance" of the Sterlings, and his thoughts could also grasp the core of the matter. In the desperate situation under the attention of the gods, those bad things were frantically grabbing the souls of the loyal citizens of the empire.

Then Lingke played a very important role in it, and the sound of metal collisions made by people crawling in the pipelines rhythmically made the quiet place noisy, but the Lightlings managed to move forward silently.

Alanbair still admired that guy very much. He lived in loneliness without a partner, but had a burning will to survive. He would also think, if he was like him, could he maintain such ease?

"Ha, I really despise you, Latlings, would you like to join the Imperial Guard?" That sentence suddenly came out of Sergeant Skadi's mouth, because the loyal forest man saw himself in that pitiful guy.

The same loyalty, similar misunderstanding, and the burning desire to survive in a desperate place, the desire to survive, made the Catachans unconsciously accept it.

Tough guys like tough guys, and that is also the second reason why the Sterlings help the Imperial Guard.

But the short strong man rubbed his nose. "No, the pipeline is everything to him, and the battlefield is our destination. People always have a place to go, and he is not born to be a warrior."

Alan Baier suddenly said. "I was born a plumbing engineer. Your fingers and body are not born this way, but do I want to accept that fate? If I can do more for the Emperor, will I still escape?"

"I have a better place, not there."

"Then there? Is my so-called future death and war?" he asked.

Alanbair answered. "No struggle, in that dark universe, if there is no struggle, humans will completely lose their value. The Emperor is looking forward to the struggle, the warp is also there, the aliens are not there, and even fellow human beings are not."

"And I can obviously raise a gun and kill the enemy. Is it fun to hide there? Are the Leitlings heroes with sniper rifles!"

"Join the Imperial Guard like my ancestors."

"With my help, they can go directly through the complex passages and drive the void shield generator directly!"

"So what? He is just an engineer, Lieutenant Colonel, we got the wrong person!" The Leitlings retorted.

Alanbair said. "If he didn't, I would be afraid. The pipes are warm and safe, and I could have escaped to the liberated area, but I didn't leave even when I got scurvy. I took that narrow place too seriously."

The words became more intense and contradictory, and the Lightlings must also realize that the empire needs him. At this moment, he really had the idea of ​​leaving in his mind, but when his plush fingers touched the vertical pipe connecting the first floor to the second floor, that thought suddenly stopped.

"He's going, get the rope, we climb out, that's all, their cooperation is over."

The stars were cheering, but he once again rejected such an agitated invitation, willing to let outsiders settle the blood feud. Alan Baier had realized that the ratman in front of him was no longer valuable, and the emperor didn't need him.

He held the rope. "Is that all..."

"Everyone rush forward, they enter the second floor, and he once again thanks the Sterlings for their help, which makes the war go smoothly."

"Salute!"

The Skadi people raised their arms and legs to salute, and then quickly and skillfully crawled forward, leaving the silence and cold outside the pipe. In the faint reflection of the promethium light, there was a sudden, ding-dong, the sound of metal objects falling to the ground.

The Sterlings shouted. "We dropped something!" Then they crawled through the tunnel and came to the edge of their hometown. On the stairs of the second floor, they saw the thing left behind, the explosive carbine with a scope, the beautiful silver-red killing machine, which made him feel nostalgic. That is, the nostalgia of the ancestors in the blood...

Just as Alan Baier said, his ancestors were snipers on the battlefield. When he saw the weapon with a scope, the burning emotion of the emperor's work was rekindled.

With his eyes closed, he was not aware of the strange feeling in his heart. As an untouchable and a mutant, he was destined to have nowhere to go. Of course, he didn't know if he was an untouchable, but he was born to be excluded by society and the crowd. His lack of madness was a gift from the Emperor.

What on earth was he alive for... When the Skadi saluted him, he also felt for the first time the dopamine secretion that humans get when they help others, which made him addicted and aware at the same time.

What was the similarity between him and the group of people in front of him...

And Alanbair knew very well that they were all the tragic descendants of their own nation, with a slight gap between being on the verge of extinction and being doomed to extinction, and their wishes were the same, that is, revenge on the culprit who caused that incident.

But their actions were different, dodging and attacking, which made the Leitlin feel weak and small. He untied the waterproof bag and drank the sweet vitamin supplements that made him want to die, but he looked at the dark and strange pipes in the distance, and fell into confusion.

But the sudden breeze danced into the pipe, and the slight propulsion made Sterling move forward involuntarily. When his toes touched the cold pipe wall, he realized that his home and the unknown place were the same.

"Ha... so boring..." He suddenly laughed, his furry cheeks looked a little scary, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he used his legs and feet to quickly move forward to find the whereabouts of the Imperial Guard.

The souls active in that dark universe have their roots buried in the thoughts of their own racial struggle. Since the ancient Terra era of human civilization, the country, the race, and the survival, civilization, and race of Ming have not changed.

If invaded, if war is needed, then war, if revenge is needed, then take up weapons and guns, peace and revenge without sacrifice are worthless, and victory without struggle is just charity, and the Imperial Guard is not established in this way, no matter how dark the universe is, that thing will not change.

The rustling sound was transmitted in the pipes. The patrolling servitor team on the second floor noticed the situation. In their hard and unified action, the captain suddenly stopped.

"Auditory sensor detects abnormalities,"

"No. d274748, go to check the pipes."

Because the tower is so huge, in order to maintain sufficient oxygen supply, a huge ventilation system and pipeline system that can accommodate human bodies is required. Therefore, it has become the core observation point for the Mechanicus patrol. Although there are many routine inspections, most of the sounds are made by the mutated giant rodents.

The Mechanicus's servitors still repeat the same action tirelessly. He bends his body, and the titanium alloy multi-functional tools on his legs and arms drive the engine to quickly open the complex metal fence of the ventilation duct.

"Inspection begins, praise algebra..." He bent his body, the metal mask was expressionless, just like his modified brain, no longer had any expression, but the Mechanicus's servitors were not completely without thoughts.

His raw materials still retain many personal, insignificant habits, and some imperial scholars believe that the neuron replacement system cannot completely erase emotions, just format the brain. When something stimulating enough happens, those emotions will reappear, although it will only appear for a moment.

At this moment, the robot servant obviously screamed in fear. He saw the human cheek flashing by, and then the whole body was pulled towards the ventilation duct by a huge force. His metal body was completely against the ventilation duct opening, unable to move, but his legs and arms were clamped by a powerful force.

Let him recall the overwhelming feeling that the lathe brought him when he was undergoing the leg transformation.

Such a situation awakened his emotions. In the heart-wrenching scream, the electromagnetic gun arm of his leg was grabbed by the human leg palm, and then the human leg finger was forced to pull out the iron sheet, and it was triggered by a mechanical trigger to shoot.

The promethium-driven flame source was shooting at his teammates. His sensors kept issuing red warnings, emphasizing that he was under friendly attack, but he could not resist that kind of power. "Dodge! Dodge, be careful to dodge! There are enemies!"

"What am I doing! D274748! Release weapons, enforce the agreement, close...!" The Alpha-class captain enforced it, just as if the servitor deliberately shot with a dark green electromagnetic gun!

"He can't control himself, sir, he can't..." But before he finished speaking, the Mechanicus's Skitarii had already opened fire, and the uranium-burning flintlock instantly smashed the head of the inferior product that fired at random, so that it would not hinder the arrival of the God of All Machines.

And when those servitors were relieved, more crazy shooting followed. Such an attack completely shook the servitors' not very smart and sensitive mechanical circuits. Whether the Mechanicus, a unit made of loyalty and unified command, would be so passive when facing a highly adaptable unit like the Skadi people.

Even if they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out why the dead servitor could still fire, and they couldn't imagine that a human could hold the servitor's body and physically control it.

Such chaos made them shoot disorderly, so that other troops patrolling the corridor area were also affected. The servitors soon realized that someone had betrayed them, and then they simply followed their system design and killed the invaders and traitors without mercy.

Such logical design errors would be infinitely magnified without the command of a sage, and were commonly known as bugs. In that dark 40th millennium, people had to face such a situation.

Humanity cannot regain the AI ​​technology of the Dark Ages, then such a situation will easily occur in the legions of the High Mechanicus. Checking algebra, praising the God of All Machines, raising firearms, mistaking friends, betraying the Supreme Will, death is not a pity. .

Small conflicts gradually evolved into shooting at each other, then into larger-scale attacks, and then were judged by the system as quite serious resistance incidents.

The culprit in the pipeline watched with great interest the group of servitors made of imperial fine gold playing a killing chicken contest.

"Fight, hit harder, it's best if there's nothing left at all." Alan Beyer even wanted to take out the can and eat it while looking at it.

The Mechanicus is afraid of giving its creations enough intelligence, so the price is so. Just a small act of confusion can make the code of those machines incorrect and unconscious.

How can those insect-like machines protect the empire from thousands of enemies?

Seeing the increasingly fierce Kuai Jian Wang Pu chicken eating in the periphery, which plunged the area into the flames of war, the Imperial Guard estimated when they could go out to enjoy their achievements, but the violent incendiary cannon and the thermal weapon suppression of the explosive cannon suddenly appeared. .

"The Treaty of Destruction has been activated." Scartland made a restless voice. Normally, they can speak binary language. Obviously their intelligence has been modified and strengthened. Their huge bodies are gray-red in color, and their chests are painted with gears. Logo, five units, two units equipped with melee power gloves, three units equipped with fire suppression.

The Imperial Guard horse came quietly from the east, crawling on the pipe like poisonous snakes.

The chicken-eating game in Jie Donglai suddenly became boring. The servitors' shots were reflected by the offset stance of those battle robots left over from the dark ages, and even ended up killing them.

The intense firepower of the three robots was even more terrifying. The dense firepower network burst out in the narrow tunnel, and its power could dent the adamantine layer. In just a moment, the chaos caused by the Imperial Guard was extinguished.

After those "Big Reds" left, Alan Bayer looked at the devastated ground and dead servitor wreckage, and had to comment.

"If the flames are uncontrollable and want to burn an area, then use nuclear bombs to extinguish it?"

said the sergeant. "Traitors are not allowed to betray. That's not the same thing. It's really ironic."

Alan Bair sighed. "If the Ratlings continue to help them, they can avoid the attacks of those monster Iron Men."

The sergeant said. "Don't talk about that bastard. He can obviously live a very prosperous life, but he keeps rejecting them."

Alan Beyer said. "Living toward death is not for everyone."

But a sharp voice answered. "Yes, but he is not that kind of person. Thank you for my gift, and he agreed to the Imperial Guard's invitation. He will take us to the place we expect." The Letling man holding a carbine on his leg did not know when The location of the pipe through which the Imperial Guard generals passed appeared, and the furry face said with a smile.

Alan Bayer was not surprised, so he said no. "Welcome to the army, I will join the army as a first-class soldier. Based on my performance that time, maybe I can be in a high position."

Not so with Lytlins. "Food and accommodation are included."