Betrayal, is one of the theme songs of this universe, maybe if this void can really converge into a rhythmic sound, it is probably a piece of Mozart in the heavy metal of death from time to time.

Alan Baier's feeling for this letter was unexpectedly indifferent, because war is such a thing, and it is impossible for such a large number of personnel to be without traitors, and the power of the Red Pirates is known to everyone at this moment, not to mention that this is a merchant ronin.

"Dogs of interest." Alan Baier will not fight with him, because such a guy can't get into the core of the empire, although the merchant ronin has great power, but the imperial court does not trust those guys, so they are actually heretics in the eyes of the core imperial institutions.

But this guy... Alan Bair pondered the name, remembering that there was a merchant dynasty that had been very active lately, had opened many roads, and had a good relationship with the Imperial Guard's supply department.

I'm afraid that those so-called "brave openings" are probably to contact the Blackheart King to ask for the subspace situation, and then...

Traitor stuff, but now that Alan Baier knows about the situation, then the problem is solved, and this merchant has indeed provided a lot of convenience to the Imperial Guard, and the road has indeed been opened, and what he needs is nothing more than intelligence.

In such a huge empire, he can get this information is also blessed by the emperor, and everything has its own use, since he is here for intelligence, the Imperial Guard can also properly release information to him, and the war with the Red Pirate vanguard is about to begin, and the subspace storm is becoming more and more indifferent...

Alan Baier smiled rather perverted at the moment, as he had already figured out how to torture the other side. "Traitor, heh, traitor, traitor is also a good thing..."

Unleash false information, or deliberately guide, but Alan Barr has already done the hardest part of finding the traitor, as long as the enemy is not alerted.

When the war is won, the place will be burned clean with a light spear, burned to the point that everything is vaporized, and all the nearby civilian houses and residences are also burned, and then the public propaganda that traitors are stationed here cause the Imperial Guard to choose artillery to destroy.

The location of this place is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there is a good power supply and various facilities, this interface is not only reasonable, but also in line with the situation of the war, after all, the residential area is indeed the focus.

Next, just make sure that the news does not leak, let the Imperial Guard soldiers or officers below treat the merchant normally, make him feel that his affairs have not been discovered, and then use the merchant to convey the news at a critical moment.

Alan Baier accepted this brown paper full of stories, whether it would be a blade or an obstacle to defeat the Red Pirates, now it was all up to the Empire's intelligence services, although it felt very unreliable, but he could only believe that such an option was the best.

Then he followed the traces of the damage he had caused back to the first floor and his soldiers, and he had to admit that he was right to bring two truckloads, even if he brought the jewels and antiques from the mansion, two chests of wine worth a thousand gold, and 20 earth-shaking cannons and other evil things, it only took about four or five cars to pull him to the makeshift camp.

The fuel car drove slowly, pulling two, carrying two, and constantly driving, and although those loyal imperial cannons were stored here for some reason, their fate was no longer destined for the traitors.

The girl, Arya, lowered her head and thought about something, and suddenly said something after the convoy had gone for a while. "I've been talking to the second lieutenant during this time, and he told me about the general situation of the war, and I know it's not right, and told civilians about it, but this matter may involve my adoptive father."

"Officer, first of all, the Mechachanistic rebels sent information from the Main Hive without using the Divine Calculation Tower, which means that..."

"They created a command room of their own."

Alan Baier also realized that something was wrong at this moment. "Then they'll be paralyzed after receiving the influence of that demon engine, and there's no one around, they'll..."

His face changed immediately, and then he asked the soldiers to speed up, and analyzed. "The line they use is the main nest line, which is a temporary command point that they dig underground, and then communicate with a covert truncated line."

"They are all engineers, and they know the situation everywhere in the nest, so I guess it should be the abandoned pipeline line of the nest, hurry up and find a local who is proficient in the underground!"

Once again, Alan Barr calmly judged a very important matter, luck and the favor of the emperor seemed to be much more common in him, but few people were jealous of his peculiarities, because they were all privileges that could only be obtained by blood and death, sacrifice and victory.

Those who are favored by the emperor have a cruel fate and future that mortals can't understand, and working so hard, in fact, in the end, can only be exchanged for a simple sentence, you have completed your mission.

In this vast dark universe, those seemingly great people are no different from those who work in factories, they are just the cogs that drive the survival of the human race.

And the real despair in this world is that everyone is working hard to complete their work, but no matter how strong your ability is, it is only to complete your duties, and even many people cannot complete their responsibilities.

The universe is too big and too terrifying for the bravest warriors to get lost in it, and when the mechists who seem to have fulfilled their mission lie silently in the pitch-black radio room, they are not asleep, but Merovingian's powerful psionic energy has wreaked havoc on their bodies.

They won, but they also lost, and when the devices were no longer pumping their hearts and blood, and their brains began to run out of oxygen, the mechanical sage's internal life support system was able to slowly feed in only a few hours or so of nutrients and oxygen through simple mechanical structures.

In a coma, the sage also realized for the first time the reality that he was still a mortal, the pure gold and steel did not continue to work, and the weakness of flesh and blood was even more terrible than the feeling of a normal person.

He had no chance, and he didn't know what was happening, only when the transmission was over, and the Imperial Guard approached, and as they were about to leave the room, his brain disconnected from the flickering of the promethium lamp and the roar of the snowflakes of the sensors, and he went into a half-asleep sleep.

The feeling of fragility and collapse came back to his body, but compared to this, he still only cared about whether his children would grow up healthily...

When his thoughts went from being clear to confused, the rest of his calculations quickly realized how much life he had left, probably...

In 10 minutes, it was obviously impossible for those mortal troops to defeat the enemy at the first time, and although the Imperial Guard was powerful, they did not know the point of transmission, this underground room was completely enclosed for concealment, and only a few people related to the Mechanic Sect could know the location, if anyone else really knew, it was probably only the Emperor.

He realized that he was going to sacrifice, no doubt about it, and he wasn't so afraid, after all, life is like this, but there was still a lot of knowledge that had not yet been explored...

If the emperor gives him another chance to live, he may study things related to people's livelihood, after all, the world is too inhumane today, but this also means that his career may no longer move forward.

When the lack of oxygen in the brain was again so severe that he could not maintain his vitality, he began to hallucinate, and his life from the time he was a gear boy to the present day has been constantly on the move, from the test tube birth, instilling knowledge, singing the praises of the book, installing parts, and transforming the body.

He was born with asthma, but now he is fine, and the Mechanism treats people with disabilities and diseases equally, and it is also his first step into the door of knowledge in this wonderful world.

Life, prosthetic, his mind tossed in the chaos, and he suddenly understood what the empire needed today, a mechanical organ that could be installed with the smallest gear, and a set of mechanical organs that could sustain the lives of mortals who did not want to die despite sickness and disability.

If he survived, he would have studied how to reduce the cost of renovation for the benefit of the citizens of the Empire, but he also knew that there were only three minutes left to live...

His mind was very confused, and finally he made a frantic choice, meditating in his heart, activating the visual module.

He wanted to die clearly, even if it would shorten his life again.

Soon, the long-lost light reappeared, cloudy and blurry, and the bottom was clear, as if the ancient creatures had just evolved into a light-sensing organ in the deep sea, with only vague patches of color.

And he saw his staff slumped on the table like broken dolls, his eyes swept over the people he could see, at this moment the sage's brain was lying to the right, and he could barely see about 1-4 people, the farthest was the gate of this place, but he no longer had the strength to open it, and those off-line puppets here, they used to be the most elite engineers of the empire, but now they were just fish.

There is a sense of absurdity spreading in his heart, or it may be because the emotional controller is completely cut off now, he wants to know what the group of colleagues in front of him who usually suppress their feelings are thinking in their heads at the moment, is it fear or unwillingness?

But this kind of thing has nothing to do with him anymore, life is empty, time is precious, and this narrow space illuminated by the gray promethium lamp has become the last picture of his memory.

In line with the test-tube lab where he was born, it was full of pipes, wiring, clutter and overcrowded environments, and this was probably the fate of the Mechonists, who were unstable in life and would not see the garden in death.

His mind flashed to his adopted daughter, and he only hoped that his child would not be so embarrassed as he was, that he would achieve great things, and then die in the world of the Battlefield Garden.

But when the red index beating on the screen gradually zeroed, and only the thoughts gradually could not be maintained, in the last moments of his life, the sage thought that if the door in the farthest part of his eyes suddenly opened at this moment, he saw Arya again for a moment, this would probably be the best reward the emperor gave him.

Emperor, if you really hear, I hope...

He closed his eyes, but suddenly heard a click...

Sound? Why is there a sound!

The sage realizes that his hearing system has failed, and that his body should be completely...

He suddenly realized that his eyes were beginning to clear, his limbs could move, and a soft mass of something wrapped around him with a sharp cry, and he opened his eyes, and the first thing he said was. "Arya, you look so good in this outfit..."

That's right, a dark gothic dress paired with a thin blonde girl, and the beauty and absurdity of imperial despair were born in this person.

And the sage was very happy, very happy, very...

But he still didn't understand how he could be saved, until Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair came in, fiddling with the badge in his hand, and the stench...

"Turn off the olfactory system," the sage shouted in frustration, and at this moment there was a sudden uproar in the room.

"Turn off the olfactory system!"

"Close!"

"Close!"

The sages all woke up, with the illusion of being awakened by the stench, but they also quickly realized that the stench was not a real smell, but the result of a disgusting feeling embodied with the senses.

That's right, they still smell...

Alan Bair was a little embarrassed. "Well, bear with me, you can only follow me during this time, understand, this..." he suddenly didn't know what to say, after all, this is the technology of the Dark Ages.

Alan Baier immediately pulled the Katachan officer with him, and the non-commissioned officer looked at the group of oil guys calmly, and then Alan Baier introduced. "He's the Untouchable, our Regiment's secret weapon, and your mechanical failure is due to psionic powers."

The sage replied. "Damn witchcraft..."

He stood up and rubbed his daughter's cheek, and also saw that the girl was crying so much, and the worry was real, and Alan Baier also sighed that although this guy was a little adult, he was full of emotions and could speak out.

She will definitely be able to gather a group of loyal companions in this crazy war universe in the future, and he only needs to let her survive for now, so that all the lives in this star sector can survive.

Alan Baier secretly made up his mind, only to see the sage shaking the casting director who was still lying on the table...

"Teacher, wake up, the Imperial Guard is here, wake up, don't pretend..."The sage kept shaking, but at this moment everyone felt that something was wrong, this leader of the rebellion, the wise sage, the best candidate for the heir of the Casting Governor, but now there was no reaction.

Alan Barr stepped forward, lifting his body, looking at his flickering mechanical body, but pressed his ear to his chest.

"No heartbeat, brain dead." He calmly judged with the experience of wartime, but this sentence made the sages present stunned.

"The director has mastered 324 product designs in our world... And he's the most suitable person to become a Governor among the current loyal Mechists..."

"What to do, we have lost our leader..."

People are panicking, but so, it is equivalent to the emperor suddenly disappearing, and the heroes are confused.

At this moment the sage with the child shouted. "I am his apprentice, and I am also a mechanical sage, and I am also a data craftsman, and I also lead the troops, I will inherit the position of the teacher, I will study his manuscripts, I will command the revival of this world, don't mess up now, take good care of the teacher's body, and when the war is over, we will ring the bell for him..."

"Now, we must unite against the heresy that killed our compatriots, together with the heroes of the Imperial Guard!"

"For the sake of Om Messiah!"

The words were sonorous and powerful, and the rebel sages froze for a moment, then replied. "For the sake of Om Messiah!"

"For the sake of Om Messiah!"

Alan Baier just took out his coffee and poured it into his kettle, he originally thought things were in trouble, it seems that this unlucky guy has grown a lot during this time.

As the saying goes... Difficulties make people grow, and so much suffering in this world only makes the empire more and more resilient.

(End of chapter)