The skull was seen with too much profanity to be believed, and after the chaos and twisted mutations and horrific grotesqueness, the Skadis thought they had mastered the most horrible thing in the universe, and the first time Merovingian appeared, it was just the short image of the muddy and distorted that made the Skadi soldiers creep.

"Is that thing a demon or?" When someone asked this question, even Alan Baier, who was well-informed and could face the essence of the world in subspace, couldn't help but chuckle in his heart when he saw that thing.

"Call the skull back, pass the relevant data and information to the Foundry Governor and the Provisional War Department, and then tonight, I ask for a blitzkrieg."

"We don't have much winter clothing, send the video of the skull to the nest, and let the Mechonists provide their macro branches to help us suppress the infantry, staff officer, you do it."

"The 113th Armored Regiment of Forlacia, the 1st Pangia Armored Regiment, is preparing to encircle the enemy's operation, and you can't leave the surveillance range of the Imperial Guard with a single green skin during this time!"

Alan Baier picked up his water glass, took caffeine from his tactical belt, stirred, and shaken, both to refresh and rehydrate, and to signal and prepare for war. "We still have four hours, hurry, hurry, hurry, no waste, no doubt."

Shells on the car, weapons replenished, food taken, trench tools or communicators, the Imperial Guard did not hesitate, they prepared the war in the shortest possible time, one at a time, repeatedly, and with the emperor's permission, they were going to spread his anger far and sharp.

This is not the first time the Imperial Guard has done this, and when the entire group of the race is working to kill others, can this race really be called justice?

The gods were enjoying such a universe, but there was no other way for them to shoot, shoot, shoot, slash, and the moment Alan Bair picked up the communicator, he made up his mind to demand that any slaughter be carried out under his command.

But he had been sending out the invitation of the Mechonia for a long time, and for about an hour the Sage did not reply to him, Alan Baier felt that something was wrong, and his communicator smashed directly into the Mechon's headquarters, and when the sound of the grille appeared, the servant used the most primitive method as a relay, to ensure that the Governor would not be disturbed at will.

"Your Excellency, you don't have access."

Alan Baier asked. "My Governor's Hotline isn't on yet? Where's the privilege of saying good? ”

"And I sent out an invitation and a meeting request in a set of logo formats an hour ago, I don't believe there are so many guests in your remote world!" He doesn't like the mechanics of the sect is also a problem, their internal network is very xenophobic, often saying one thing and doing another, in terms of small belly chicken intestines, this group of non-humans is indeed doing very well, far exceeding the emperor's expectations for them.

And he was still not satisfied with this, even if the priest over there emphasized it with emotion. "I'm sorry, sir."

He still said with disgust. "I have something important to do, I need Hongzhi's help, I order you in the name of Captain Skadi, servant."

After a brief pause, the servants made a loud noise, and even though Alan Baier couldn't see what was going on over there, he still felt the entanglement of this thing, and although their emotions had been suppressed after becoming a machine, their behavior had also become stereotypical and guess-promising, after all, because the brain's large number of neurons and tentacles had been modified.

Whether they are human beings or not is still a question mark, but the Mechanism has been cultivating in this world for a long time, and the huge power accumulated and the macro branches composed of countless machine servants are the best help, and there is nothing to replace.

No matter how annoying it is, Alan Bair must get those permissions and help from the Governor to increase his chances of success, and he looks at the terrifying body of the twisted steel wurm in the picture, and he can feel that the monster is not finished, but it is almost there, if the Imperial Guard does not seize the opportunity, they will lose the opportunity.

It was hard to imagine how the poor servant had been under pressure from the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard to call the message, and it was hard to imagine how the jumble and brief electrical signals had just flashed in front of a great sage like the Casting Governor, but the servant must have risked his death, the old voice flashing through the grille, the words showing no intention of hiding.

"I'm sorry, Imperial Guard guest, I'm really tired of research, obsessed with knowledge, and I beg your pardon for my stupidity, your most loyal servant, H.B. (abbreviation, Hanbo)."

As the saying goes, people become old and fine, and the guy who was still playing Tai Chi with the machine servant just now said that it was bright and bright, as if he should be like this, but Alan Bair's call seemed abrupt and did not understand human feelings.

"Shut up your mechanical mouth and your grille, now listen, your world is under threat, and I just gave you a standard Terra skull detection an hour ago, but you just arranged for a servant to disgust me?"

"What about your god of all machines, you can still see that wurm clearly? Twisted heretical creatures are wreaking havoc on your land, and your servants have failed time and time again, and now I need your strength, and you're pretending to be stupid? ”

The old thing replied unhurriedly. "I'm sorry, my research must not be disturbed, this is related to the future of the empire, and any reappearance of ancient technology is a praise to the god of all machines, a praise to the Om Messiah."

"Use your god to suppress me, there is no court here, and there is not necessarily a state religion, even if our private call will be recorded, I will ask if you want to send your Hongzhi." Alan Baier asked directly, there is no one heart in the empire, how can it be possible to maintain this huge galaxy with the group of bugs of the Mechanical...

It's one thing to be disappointed, it's another thing to be war, he still says. "We need to go to war."

But the old thing replied. "I've just done an analytical, God of All Machines and Cogs, in Algebra in Holy Oil, I see the power of this thing." On the other side, the Governor was holding up the previous Mechchant report with his third hand, and even the description of the sage who had directly experienced the power of Merovingian was there.

[As terrible as darkness, the light of the god of all machines drained from my eyes, the eternal river of machinery dried up, the roar of the bell was gone, and when I realized this, I no longer dared to go to war with the being, who is the incarnation of the god of machines. 】

"We won't send troops, every mechanic servant is a treasure that has spent a lot of materials and manpower to make." As he spoke, he looked at the image from Alan Bair, his fingers brushing over Meroving's image, and in the cloudy monitor, he had written a miracle on the screen in High Gothic, for Meroving's location.

"That, strange thing, according to my calculations, can completely throw the entire world's servants out of control, and I can't let the servants risk their lives until I have developed the ability to counter his sorcery." The Governor said this, but his eyes showed adoration for Meroving.

Alan Bair sensitively noticed that the word in Gothic was not right, he, it, she, he had a different pronunciation in Gothic, and this sentence also showed the true idea of the Mechanism, and he realized that there was no turning point, and he sighed.

"I see, it's really hard work, if you're really studying that kind of thing, and not praying about heresy, oh... Sorry, my wording is a bit strange, to be precise, I wonder about the Emperor's beliefs. ”

The Governor replied naturally. "Then I'll send an application for further training to the nearest Mechanic Bishop World, don't worry about it, now I recommend that the Imperial Guard is also in a passive wait."

Alan Bailpi replied with a smile. "Thank you for your concerns, but I'll take advantage of it, I will never let go of the aliens, and I will never tolerate heresy." He hung up the communication, and his disappointment with the Mechanics was born, and for the Governor, he saw the real Ommessiah, not the one on the throne, and the thing in front of him that had its own consciousness and was incredibly powerful, was the real Ommessiah!

His data pupils showed no emotion, his face twitched slowly like an insect, and he looked at the picture of Merovingian obsessively, and his emotionless voice slowly spoke. "Praise, Om Messiah."

And on the front line, almost close to the enemy, the most dangerous place, the Imperial Guard, those poor mortal bodies, flesh and blood bodies that can't even endure the extreme climate of this world, but resist the enemies that the Mecha dare not touch, the weaker the people, the more obsessed they are with the strength outside, and the stronger the people look even weaker.

Many people in this world do not know how many miracles can be brought about by those iron wills and beliefs, and they often despair in the face of extreme destructive forces, and the emperor only relies on the strong, he is not as "selfless" as the Chaos gods, he is a selfish person, he only loves his own children, his compatriots, and powerful people who can help the empire.

Many people are willing to fall because of their internal weakness, without the protection of the Emperor, even if they are gifted and intelligent, even if they are powerful, but the Emperor always knows what kind of people this vast empire needs, people like Alan Barr.

He stood up. "Attention the whole army, we have no allies, it's cruel, the Mechonia may have been willing to betray, those things are not human, you also know, we should have been prepared a long time ago, now get in the car, now prepare our weapons, for the emperor, we will fight to the end."

"Now, fire the poison blade, bring weapons, put on heavy clothes, we will raid after the sun goes down, the petrified lizards are ready, and directly bombard the enemy's base, we must be prepared so that the firepower is not wasted."

The engine rumbles, and those restless Imperial Spirits can't wait for revenge, for those damn things.

After the sun had set, the petrified lizards had prepared their trenches, and with the efforts of the Skadi and the Ngaloreans, they were parked one by one in the long artillery trenches dug by hand in thick clothes under the scorching sun.

The Imperial Fury was gathering momentum, the Poisonblade Tanks approaching with the Rymanus swarm (mixed with a few railcannons), the soldiers maneuvering forward with the Chimera Transport, the Imperial Guard was so powerful that even the strongest thing probably couldn't withstand such a terrifying force.

Alan Bair sat in his salamander commander's tank, watching the light from the rising moon shine under the orc bunker, and the hatred and grudges were only settled today.

"Open the cannons, take turns shooting, do not cut off the suppression, Poison Blade and Riemanus protect the petrified lizard troops."

After the order, the terrible weapons of war buried in the trenches with only the barrels exposed began to roar, and when the first gunner filled the shells, the flames and explosions streaked through the sky, and smashed into the orc base with unmistakable accuracy, and the bright light fell to the ground like stars, and the successive attacks continued to represent death and violence.

But soon, the pale green Waaaagh Stance Shield hindered those things, this terrifying orc technology was comparable in defense to the shields used by warships, and the blast power generated by those bombardments dissipated in the Waaah Stance without a trace, only the bright green light seemed to wrap the ground in a semicircle to show the orc base exposed by the bombardment.

The rough factory lines of the orcs and the waaagh signs like broken planks and metal were full of shivering farts standing on them, and many of the boys were carrying tools to repair the hollows bombed by petrified lizards, this camp was not small, judging from the area covered by those positions, at least a few thousand meters, in order to ensure concealment, only the top cave was dug out, and the interior resembled a man-made mine.

This looks a bit like what the orcs did in the medieval Warhammer, building their own camps and kingdoms underground, and One-Eye is the only king of this underground world.

Alan Baier looked at those things with a telescope, and the hole began to crawl out of the twisted and shaking orc mecha one after another, he knew those things, the fear can, and even their appearance instantly evoked countless memories of Alan.

"All note, the orcs can approach, give priority to attacking their arms, the connection of those things is not very stable, and they only need to explode to shoot down, but they have too many arms and are a bit troublesome, and then they are close to give priority to backwards."

Alan Bair watched as the cans were dizzy and drunk as they stepped out of the shield, whether they were fear cans or kill cans, large and small, painted in the greenskin's own character, the only thing that was the same was the sign of one eye of the One-Eyed Clan.

The Imperial Guard's style is fading, but the tactical qualities remain, they move forward in a neat line, with shielded and heavily armored orcs dreaded tin in front and cannonballs in the back, the only difference being size.

But a commissar with a broken arm said it. "Greenskinned vehicles are always more lethal than their comical appearances."

Alan Bair agrees...

He watched as the restless things smoked forward, and then roared. "Fire!"

Warlords of the Witcher World

Crossing an ordinary knight in the context of the struggle between Nilfgaard and the Northern Realm, Heme has no lofty status, let alone great power.

He is simply not qualified to participate in those noble struggles, let alone probable. What does it have to do with those strange things, it looks like cannon fodder under a big war.

But he will still find a way, a path to greatness and glory, he will change the history of the Northern War, and he will become the supreme ruler of the North.

This is the path of achievement that belongs to the warlords, and this is the path of upward climbing.

I have a 1.5 million word book at the starting point, so I can read it with confidence.

(End of chapter)