The stinging of the heart was a vague concept for a sage of the Mechinates, and although they were painful, they were not as intense as ordinary people, and the multiple special period-supporting devices installed could also support their bodies to survive the collapse of vital organs for a long time.

It can be said that as long as the head is not broken, the sages of the Mechanistic Sect will not have problems, they will not die, and the heart will not be as good as the gear, and the brain is the wisdom, but even the neurons and contacts of the brain can be replaced, and thoughts can become algebra.

In essence, the real high-level of the Mechanic Sect is not humans, but AI, but the AI made by humans can be said to be recognized by the Empire, which is quite ironic, of course, it may also be that the Empire people have lost their ability to distinguish what is AI and what is a soul, no, even the previous humans can't tell the difference.

The sage felt a stinging pain at this moment, and he looked at the sky, but the communication room underneath was only a void of darkness.

Their fingers, and even the gears in every joint they moved, were now wet with blood, the blood of the loyalists, and the documents sent to the void with flesh and blood had come as expected under the sage's effect.

In Lieutenant General Macato's command room, which is all a warehouse, the officers of the empire gathered here, because of the wailing of the loyalists, of course, the extermination order has appeared, and it is difficult to change it, and the large number of reports and samples of the mechanical teaching experiments provided by the lieutenant colonel can already convict Pan Lan countless times.

But they are still gathered here, and the reason is very simple, that is, the intelligence says that if Pan Lan can be rescued, the loyalists will voluntarily provide the highest tax for the next tens of thousands of years.

and to capture and judge the Foundry Governor, who had committed the most sinful of the rebellion.

Then there are the achievements of today's loyalists in the theater of operations and the fact that the situation in those stable areas is indeed not bad, and experienced officers will begin to think about the question of interests, not to mention that the new military department is now in ruins.

"For the sake of resources, I feel like we should stop what we're doing." An upper navy with the rank of colonel said it, but it was quickly refuted.

"The Extinction Order has taken too much manpower and material resources to beat, it's not child's play, you can also see how many disgusting things made by the Mecha Sect in this world have done!" He has a mechanical arm, apparently brought down by aliens and the like, and it's not hard to understand his anger at heretics, as the Empire does.

"Colonel, we cannot afford to put the lives and deaths of the inhabitants of the empire at risk! And they have promised to produce greater benefits for the empire. ”

"Shut up! Heresy is heresy! For the emperor's sake, I can't tolerate this! Moments later, the officer drew his rifle, and the small command room was completely tense, and the storm soldiers of the General's personal guard immediately began to control the situation.

Only violence can silence those veterans who have been through a hundred battles, and only generals can suppress the school, no matter how many words, how many approvals, even if the entire Astral Army is inclined to one side, as long as Makato says a word, the balance will tilt.

This is the power of the general and the commander-in-chief, he is the lord of war, the king of this place, and also determines the lives of countless people.

"I refuse, the plan goes on as planned, heretics have a price, and the Astral Army is running out of time." In a word, the officers here have calmed down, although they don't know the specific situation in the subspace, but they know very well that if the subspace stabilizes, they must go on an expedition and seize back the territory of the Empire, instead of dealing with the Mecha here.

Time, they don't have time, the soldiers are fast, they can only deal with the heresy here as quickly as possible, and then approach the mission entrusted to them by the emperor with a mission.

The general sighed and looked at the many officers who were silent. "Any other comments? If you don't, you will launch a nuclear bomb and clean the surface of the place. ”

Silence, Makato may have hoped that someone would change the matter, but the officers here obviously can't, at least they don't have the courage to be abandoned by the headquarters and the courage to confront heresy.

"No objections... Well, for the sake of the Reich, shooting began. ”

The dark green documents displayed in the command room at this moment, the miracles that I don't know how many sacrifices have been exchanged, are like waste paper, because this is the human empire that is dying and lingering, and here is the human empire that is surrounded by powerful enemies and is in danger.

It's over, that's it, let all the life forms on Pan Lan be wiped out, the will of the empire is slowly driving those huge warships, so that things can no longer be undone, what about the sacrifice of the individual, what about the will of the group, in front of the race, worthless.

If their death can be exchanged for victory in the Great War, they can also return to the Golden Throne, right?

"Adjourned—" Makato stood up and left as a lord, but the metal valve in the conference room suddenly opened.

Thick brown arms, dark green uniforms, no body armor, and soldiers who like to use explosive shotguns stride in, and Makato stops. "Katachan?"

The guy in the military uniform and the green-haired helmet came up and rubbed his nose. "I went to see the situation in subspace, half a month, half a month, we can leave." Alan Baier took out his coffee cup and drank the instant coffee with cold water like a medicine, firstly because he was thirsty, and secondly, because his mental stress was rising again.

"Whew..."He drank the stuff and exhaled, the Empire's potent caffeine was his life-saving medicine...

Lieutenant General Makato, looking at his most trusted soldier, asked. "The recent Mandeville point back and forth has to be opened at the speed of sublight for a day even if you don't sleep, and this report has only been out for less than seven or eight hours, how can you complete a round trip and know the subspace situation..."Before he finished speaking, Alan Baier handed over a thick stack of professional military ministerial-level subspace fluctuation detection reports in his tactical backpack.

"I figured out that the engine could also drink coffee, and that the loyal engine didn't overheat."

Makato looked down at the reports. "It's crazy, have you ever thought that even if you were forced to save those loyalists, I wouldn't be able to stop you."

Alan Baier sighed at the excitement of caffeine, and then said. "Because if it takes less than a month and a half, I will choose the same as you, to destroy this place."

"But I also want to save this place, firstly, for the sake of the future war, secondly, for the citizens of the empire who are still alive, and thirdly, I want to beat the old face of the governor."

Makato put down the information. "It's really capricious, but well done, I'll give you the right to approve the use of the Imperial Navy warships and the command of the infantry regiment, half a month, to bring this world down, you can do it, right?"

Alan Baier can only say. "I'm not sure, I'm not going to be sure, because even the most powerful mortals can't be sure unless you can see the future." He looked at the officers here.

"So, I'm not sure if I'll win, I'm not sure if I'll be able to take this world, and I can promise that I'm not going to let those heretics feel good, that's all."

"If you want to beat those bastards in the old face, take a step forward!"

"I'm going to step on those heretics who slaughtered my compatriots, and then let them watch their treachery simply be slaughtered, that's the nature of the Imperial Guard, no matter who is on the other side, we're going to kill him!"

After Alan Baier finished speaking, the officers here couldn't help but take a step forward. "Lieutenant Colonel, give me a breath, I'm going to land on the ground after the battle and beat the old face of the governor of this world." So said the naval officer.

"Lieutenant Colonel, please let my regiment be the vanguard of the login operation, the people of Gray Gallon will not fear death." Captain Gray Garloen shouted.

Alan Beyer replied. "Get out of here, you all know that the casting world is oily and watery, and it is all the soldiers under my command, don't you think, the assault mission of the main nest is handed over to the only regiment of Skadi, understand?"

Those old fritters shook their heads, after all, robbery... Rescuing a place full of guns and weapons is a dream come true for the Imperial Guard, who are often short of supplies.

However, although there are many monks and few porridges, there are less than 20,000 people in Skadi, and the main nest is barely able to eat, not to mention the many factories that are attached, those officers are tacitly showing greedy expressions at the moment.

Are these guys really military? If loyal citizens of the Empire see the meeting, they will inevitably waver in their faith...

But for the mortals on land at this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that the things in the sky really determine their fate, and at this moment Alan Baier has become the savior of millions of living people and hundreds of millions of servants in this world, of course, he has experienced this experience countless times, no matter how many times he will step into this place without hesitation, with weapons and hope.

The war on the ground has entered a white-hot stage, and the soldiers of the Mechanical Doctrine Army have been turned into scraps because of the sacrifice of their lives, and the situation is losing the wisdom brought by the centralized command of the main nest.

Mortals could only look in despair, almost staring at the Imperial warship docked in low-earth orbit, the emotions were complex, slowly spreading through the trenches, with fear, hope, anticipation, disgust and... Adore.

Will the emperor's light be sprinkled again on this cruel land, will there be an answer to their sacrifices, when the huge battleship moves, all people's hearts are condensed, and the huge warships visible to the naked eye near the ground are like the punishment of the gods, comparable to the power of the sun and the moon, and they are by no means gratuitous and meaningless hanging in the sky.

At this moment, both the rebels and the heretics who slaughtered their compatriots chose a truce at this moment, their guns no longer fired, their killing was suspended, and they just stood high in the trenches or castles and looked up to the sky in their ruined nests, waiting for the final judgment of the Empire.

When the steel-forged angels approached the main nest of this world, they all gathered their spirits, and death was coming?

When the battleship valve was opened, it could be seen on the ground with the naked eye, and some people couldn't help but close their eyes, hoping that this would ignore the fear and let themselves be destroyed by the emperor's wrath without knowing it, while others stared at the sky as if they were howling in dissatisfaction with the choice of the Imperial Guard.

But soon, what fell out of the warehouse was not a bomb, but a dense login warehouse one by one!

"Emperor!"

"We're going to be saved!"

"Ohm Messiah is above!"

"How merciful!"

Whether you are a mortal or a technocratic sage, high or low, human or machine, as long as you are alive, the joy of escaping death is the same, and for traitors, this news is comparable to the punishment of despair.

Morale changed instantly, and the Empire's landing ships began to strafe the enemy's main strongholds according to the positions provided by the sages, and the winds of war instantly shifted in favor of those who were still alive.

It was an opportunity and forgiveness in exchange for sacrifice and death, and another miracle of the mercy of the Imperial Guard and Lieutenant Colonel Elanbayer, someone shouted. "Hurry up and take the fort point and let the Imperial Guard come down!"

"Logistics troops, hurry up and get the food out!"

"Ready, the horn of the counterattack is up!"

"Emperor!"

On the assault ship, Alan Baier did not rest, he focused on the location of several important command rooms on the ground and the coordinates of the core divine calculation tower and calmly sent it to the battleship.

"The Imperial Navy obeys the order, this is the temporary commander of Alan Baier, and now I ask you to pour fire on these positions, can you do it?"

The communicator replied instantly. "No problem, proofreading begins!"

After about a few tens of seconds, the flames swept across the ground, and the spear of light was like a pillar that pierced the sky, separating the entire ground from the sky, and the glow and thunder of the cannon were like a natural disaster.

Pan Lan will not rain, but at this moment, a large amount of water vapor emitted by death and weapons of war will turn into fog in the fragile atmosphere at this moment, with the thunder of the Hong Cannon, to be precise, clouds.

Tick, tick, the raindrops of blood and death dripped on the face of the old man of the Casting Governor, the Void Shield on the Divine Calculation Tower flickered, the energy of the light spear was so powerful that it was suffocating, but the mechanical thing looked at it indifferently.

He has no body at the moment, the whole person has been dismantled cleanly, only the head is still outside, the whole body is submerged in the mechanical wurm, Meroving's will has been wiped out by the nanovirus, and all that is left is a body full of psionic energy and source power, but the ambition of casting the governor has not stopped.

Countless servants surrounded the platform used to dock ships at the tip of the Divine Calculation Tower, and the shot of the light spear of the Hong Cannon could not break the Void Shield for a while and a half, and the Governor was only mechanical, without emotion to emphasize again and again. "Hurry, hurry, a few more pipes, and I'll become an Om Messiah!"

"Hurry, hurry, there are a few..."

Does his will really still exist? After all, looking at the light spear bombarding in front of him, even if there is a void shield, normal people will be frightened and crazy...

But after the servant finished linking and making a sound, the Governor's massive body actually stood up with Meroving's corpse.

At this moment, the flesh on it has withered, revealing a bone-like mechanical structure, only the rotten flesh hangs on it, and from a distance, the head of the casting governor looks like a dragon's head, but it is really a corpse dragon...

(End of chapter)