The Pordro's sailor's ship song was played from the captain's unknown source, and the simple and old, simple melodies beat Alan Bair's head, turning his thoughts into a mess of excrement.

"Ahem, Captain, I'll wait and wait with the alien to fluctuate, and at the same time go to chisel through the ceiling of other people's houses, this is a very serious matter, stop your ship song."

The captain asked suddenly. "How do you know this is a boat song, I actually don't understand this song."

Alan Bair realized in hindsight that he had a translator, but he replied calmly. "Isn't that what you listen to when you're driving a boat?"

The captain nodded. "It's not bad, but since our hero has asked for it, do you have any favorite music?"

Alan Bair thought about the current level of art in the empire, probably everything sounded like a military song, and he immediately shook his head. "Give me the cleans, so the roar of the pistons and the eerie whispers of the void sound like a prelude to battle."

The captain nodded. "Indeed, Lieutenant Colonel, you have good taste, and there is never quiet in war, but those orcs should not need you to go to such great lengths?"

"There are a lot of them, but the equipment and supplies are just like that, even in the worst case, those mechanical Sect death lights will not make the Astral Army lose the battle with the heretics in the short term, it seems that something has become a problem for you."

Alan Baier looked at the empty bridge, he put away his tactical slab and nodded. "The staff officers are still propaganda and agitation, and the Skadi soldiers know what they need to do, and I've told the staff to spread the word that the Mechinates that follow us are heretical."

The captain said. "What's the matter, that Mechanic is just a little poor in my opinion."

Alan Bair replied. "If you call the entire four mechanical arms, holding the Great Slash, the Great Sudden Evil Transformer Sect Ordinary Mechanical, then is the difference between the Greenskin Skill Boss and the Technical Sage equivalent to nothing?"

The captain shook his head. "Don't they still have different skins?"

Alan Bair teased. "Then is he equivalent to a technical sage in a red robe?"

The captain looked distressed. "That's true, it's a little hard to tell the difference!"

After saying that, the two of them laughed, Alan Baier said. "You're getting a sense of humor, Captain."

The captain replied. "No way, there's really not a day of unhappiness marching with you kid, but is that mechanic really a heretic?"

Alan Baier nodded. "It's normal that you can't tell the difference between mechanics, but I can sense that gear kid isn't a good thing."

The captain looked at the boundless void and the spears of light protruding from his battleship. "We can kill him now, burn the spear and leave no dust behind."

Alan Bair said. "I want to kill with a sword, and it's obviously better for the orcs to kill this heresy, I don't want to be investigated by the Inquisition, and don't forget, we still need to think about it, instead of killing an enemy of the Empire today and another one tomorrow."

"If you want to spend your old age in peace, you must choose your own vegetables cleanly, otherwise the days waiting for us will not be easy, and the merit will be high."

The captain nodded silently, he couldn't refute that there was indeed such a situation within the empire, although he was from a noble background and was not afraid of this, but the young officer in front of him was really "unstable".

At the end of this dark fortieth millennium, human beings are still social creatures, relationships and backstage are still important, the empire will never lack the tragedy of the sudden disappearance of heroes and heroes, Alan Baier will always need to be careful not to leave a handle, although he fights diligently for the empire, his use of dark age technology and alien weapons is by no means clean.

He was still in the Imperial Guard, of course, but when he wanted to retire and go to every academy as an officer instructor or in the agricultural world to enjoy his life as a farmer, perhaps as a nobleman, and as a man of honor, he had to be as clean as possible and not offend anyone.

Taigang is easy to break, and sometimes the blade needs to lower its own strength to become a legendary sword for the ages, otherwise it is just a demon knife that hurts people and hurts himself, and he doesn't want Scaddy's name to be the object of plastering by the state religion or the high lord in the future empire, at least not for the time he can predict.

He never spoke a spade, nor did he offend anyone else, the Imperial Guard respected him, the planetary governors feared his power, the Mechanics coveted his treasures, and maybe he could become a High Lord if he still hadn't died in war a hundred years later, but of course he wasn't interested.

The average lifespan of a High Lord is two hundred, and with an average lifespan of five hundred or six hundred years for the Empire's high-ranking people, they are quite "short-lived", and even the Empire's best machinery cannot sustain the countless pressures that those people generate when they face the Empire's vast domination across the galaxy.

Compared with standing in a high position, Alan Baier felt that the responsibility was torture, and the people who stepped into it were all elites selected by the major forces, and they were also heroes who accepted torture in exchange for benefits.

With so many thoughts in his mind, Alan Bair was determined to deal with the stupid Icarus without anyone knowing, and although he did not know why he fell and imitated the orcs, he only knew that heretics like him should burn in the flames.

Outside the window of the battleship, the steel door of the alien transformation is displayed in front of it, as a huge asteroid spanning hundreds of kilometers, it is getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, and now its appearance has been greatly changed, gears and statues, the bones of the empire or the big clock have been replaced with the big face of the second brother Mao, the gears have become fangs, and several murderous imitation imperial warships are erected outside the void, and the edge is exposed.

And now that fate is beating, Icarus will definitely not be caught, he will not die, but this encounter will make him reborn, he knows that Icarus will not get wings until he gets the labyrinth of Milotaur.

He knew very well that he couldn't die from Skady's only regiment, he relied on his knowledge to enter the surveillance system here early in the first half of the trip, he couldn't destroy the entire battleship's system, but he could confuse her mech.

Under the slight manipulation of the chaotic virus code, the footage in the monitoring room of the Poldro became strange, and then for a split second it became the meditation of the mechanical priest, the kind of motionless.

Icarus calmly adjusted his body, the twisted gears turning, his thirst for knowledge making him ready to madly reshape his brain.

That's right, he remodeled his own brain, and if you look at it this way, he also needs to keep wondering if he is really alive, and he set up his robotic arm with pre-protocol and procedural procedures, simulating the crazy operation that starts with just moving his brain from his head to his abdomen.

His abdomen is not a weak place of extraordinary human flesh, but a terrifying defensive machine made of pure gold and clay steel, and he also has a small void shield to ensure that his personal defense is enough to reach the Astarte level, but the only problem is that his head is still not 100% mechanical, and his soul cannot be turned into real data.

But until this Icarus sees his wings, he will not agree to die by himself, even if he transforms himself, such a dark will is nothing more than that, even a technical sage cannot guarantee the success of such a crazy operation, this madman actually uses a simple program designed by a crude automatic arm plus a mechanical arm that has just been made during this time.

Icarus had turned off his mechanical abilities by the time the chainsaws pried his head open, and the mad madman didn't hesitate to get a chance of life under Scardy's only regiment.

That's the danger of heresy, action, madness, and while most heresy acts are merely self-destructive, they can't stand the fact that there are so many people that the gods really would bestow such stupid things.

Blood moistened the ground, the adamantite gold loyal ground, those crazy flower jobs and engine oil carried human blood, it was hard to imagine how all that mess could be fused together, and all the technology mastered by the Mechanics was sprinkled on his body as a blade to transform humanity.

The unsane Icarus fell to his knees like a martyr, with only four robotic arms programmed to provoke his veins and muscles, pipes or fuel lines.

At this moment, as soon as the Poldello suddenly accelerates or decreases, or the soldiers of the only regiment of Skadi check the room, the heretic will die, or the program will go wrong, the mechanical arm will malfunction, and he is not walking a tightrope at all, but committing suicide.

But the gods of chaos and the power of destruction have destined this bastard to be the spokesman of their will, and they need this mortal to continue his arrogant life more than death, and to recognize himself as the chosen one of Ohm Messiah.

Serendipity, luck, moments, when Icarus woke up, he could feel that his body was still natural, that he was alive, not a soul or in some place outside the physical world, and that even if his brain was exposed to the air in the weakest of conditions and manipulated by a few uncontrolled mechanical arms at stake, he still survived.

The bastard was not terrified for the rest of his life, he was slumped on the ground, his red robe stained with blood and oil, and his mind was full of pride in himself and the feeling of dying.

In Alan Bair's words, it is probably that the child's head was burned out and he was not saved, and an extermination order was recommended.

But Icarus could only feel that he had succeeded in hiding from the world, he was the chosen one of the gods of all machines, he was on the same level as Om Misa, he believed that he would succeed in the future, accomplish the greatest things, and bring the golden age of humanity back to the world, and the wisdom of the orcs was indispensable.

His arrogance has put himself in the same position as the emperor, stupid, brain-dead.

Those who play with heretical aliens are destined to pay the price, but those damned things will give humanity a greater loss before they die.

When the battleship docked, Icarus walked out of the room without any scruples, his spirit making the malicious eyes of the only members of Skadi's group who had just learned that he was a heretic stranger, and those emotions in his eyes were all envy, envy that he was a powerful member of the Mechon.

In Alan Bair's eyes, this guy seems to have taken the wrong medicine, and it is obviously not clear that he is going to the execution ground, and when they start to drill holes, they will shoot this heretic after entering the orc, and then throw him inside the orc lair according to the path designed by Alan Bair in advance, pretending to be an accident.

Even the hot-melt bullet that executed him, Alan Baier made a fake bill, changed it to be stolen by the local people, and flowed into the local black market, promising that the mechanical priest would die for no apparent reason.

And Icarus was ready, he was almost the first to enter the login chamber, because he knew very well that a long pain was better than a short pain, and that if this Imperial Guard wanted to kill him, he would have to die first and then live.

Alan Baier was also happy to sit beside him for such a cooperative action, and he did not hesitate to put his relic pistol against the head of the bastard in front of him.

"Heretic, aren't you afraid?"

Icarus replied. "Why should I be afraid, when you want my physical form to disappear, it is destined that something will happen between us, and I am not a heretic, but a true Mechanist."

Probably because the emotion-control device was destroyed during the brain transfer operation, he became extremely emotional, and his language became similar to that of ordinary people, and the once mechanical sense became a voice with electronic sounds, but his arrogance was revealed all the time, the arrogance of thinking that he could control his destiny.

Alan Baier looked at him with interest. "You've been reborn, and if I had doubts before, you're a complete heretic now."

Icarus scolded. "Imperial Guard, don't buckle your hat, Om Messiah is above, my loyalty can be seen in heaven and earth, and the void is proof." He's never been in better shape, but Alan Bair is hampered by the monitors that still exist.

But when Poldro slowly stopped, Alan Baier also realized that they were near their destination, and now the Iron Gate is strictly controlled by the fleet of the Imperial Navy, monopolizing their shipping lanes and escape routes, and the Imperial Navy has also become a watchtower, where it monitors the movements of the heretical Red Pirates.

It's a real battle zone, and it's bad and dangerous, but Poldello is as unimpeded as an officer driving to the barracks, and when he passes by an Imperial ship, he reverberates from other ships at the command point.

Because the Bordello is a hero, the hero who defeated the Ark of Omen, and the great warship of the Empire, its captain, its crew, and the battleship itself are the nemesis of the Ark of Omen!

At this moment, Poldero came to the top of the Iron Gate, and Alan Baier and the soldiers began to wear the jumping suits, which was the trial of the heretic Icarus, and the beginning of their rescue operation, and they had a lot to find a way to accomplish before they ran out of oxygen for about a day.

With no food, no water, only their own weapons, ammunition, and a half-day's worth of oxygen tubes, the heroes don't feel like they're going to go back, because they've dealt with even more terrible enemies!

(End of chapter)