Nausea was far from a troop like Skadi's only regiment, after all, they could eat food under the smell of corpses and decay, but the situation at the bottom of the tower still made them nauseous.

There was no light on the gray floor, and when Alan Baier picked up a promethium lamp and shone it here, behind the cloudy air was a "lake", an evil and terrible, nightmarish lake.

This building that bears the history of human civilization in the world is like the throne palace in Terra, which is not only the authority of the Mechanic Sect, but also the yearning of countless people, and such a place is naturally full of nobles, and there is no shortage of merchants who are recognized by the Mechanic Sect in the Divine Calculation Tower, which undertakes part of the starport mission.

Nobles, merchants, and their servants and squires gave birth to a small human society, dependent on external resources, and even from the moment the Governor was about to rebel, this huge cogwheel mountain like Mount Everest was filled with humans.

The human is there now, the Governor has gone mad, he is persecuting any living person now, and using their souls to resurrect Meroving's body and psionic power, burning mortal souls to drive his own body, so where has the body of millions of souls scorched in this tower gone...

The Skadians saw at this moment that the plain of flesh and corpses appeared in the vast expanse of vision, and the putrid juice and thick bubbles made it a "lake", filled with flesh and blood, rotting bodily fluids and corpses, and stretched the entire base of the Divine Calculation Tower, like a foundation.

The clothes of the citizens of the empire were soaked in them, whether they were the splendor of the nobles or the pity of the beggars, they were now treated equally, and instead there was a strong disgusting stench and a dull and stuffy environment, where the air was almost poisonous, and where the light source carried by Alan Baier swept through, it was indescribable.

"It's disgusting, these bastards..."Alan Baier rarely commented on why heretics were so bad, after all, in his eyes, most heretics were played with by subspace after death, and being tortured by the Supreme Power was the best revenge.

But after seeing the sins of the Foundry Governor, he was a little unclear, it was absolutely terrible, and disgusting, even he had seen the slaughter of the orcs, but the orcs would not be like this...

Humans are so bad to humans themselves, at least the main force of the orcs is enjoying the war, not slaughtering civilians, even if the city is destroyed, the Imperial Guard can still protect countless people, but this time, the entire main nest is only a few hundred thousand...

The last time he saw such a bad situation was that of the Titans, but now it's happening to humans...

The non-commissioned officer looked at the situation here and commented. "We have to wear gas masks, the air here can't breathe, don't shoot, it will explode, the power of the explosion will definitely not penetrate the Divine Calculation Tower, but it is enough for us to die without a place to bury."

Alan Bair said. "With night vision devices, don't fire, turn on the gun safe, and then, it's not okay to use powered weapons to attack the enemy, they will spark, be quiet enough, there should be a garrison here, and there is a lot of movement in our invasion."

He looked around, there was no shelter here, but there was a path leading out of the wall, about a hundred meters wide of metal "shore", where he could walk along the sea of corpses.

And the crystals of the fat make the metal floor look like sand, and if you can't see the colors and solids in the "ocean", then it's actually quite "romantic".

The slight squeak of the boots on those things made the scalp tingle, and in the dark space, it was even more obvious in the silence, and the touch was transmitted through the boots to the soles of his feet, and Alan Baier wanted to tear off all the skin of his feet.

He put on a gas mask, a thick special purification layer that could isolate and circulate the breath of the corpse, to be honest, it was more carbon dioxide and methane from the corpse that caused the air content to be greatly reduced than toxins, and even if he wore a gas mask, he could feel suffocated, but the Skadian people didn't have time to wait for the air to flow here.

Alan Bair walked the dark road, night vision devices and "pig nose" masks guarding them forward, loyal devices that kept the Skadi alive.

The road was peaceful, after all, it was a big place, and the traitors and heretics did not find them, and they moved forward slowly, quietly, deadly, purposeful, and determined.

Instead of breaking their faith, those deaths strengthened their determination to demand blood from heretics and traitors for their killings and madness.

Forward, the road was not far, and soon, the sound of stamping, stamping, rustling suddenly appeared, the soldiers stopped, and Alan Baier looked into the distance with a telescope strapped to his tactical belt.

Insect-like faces, slender titanium limbs, highly modified bodies, are dragging a trailer to bring a cart of fresh bodies and discard them, the living people here have not yet been slaughtered, the servants have a new harvest every day, and the servo skulls are suspended next to them, like loyal pets.

Alan Bair made sign language. [Mechanical, Alpha servant, lackey of the Governor.] 】

[Distance, 600, working, number 25, roundabout, dodge, forward.] 】

[There must be an upper entrance to the place where they came down, quickly suppressing the enemy. 】

The non-commissioned officers replied. 【Yes】

They, quiet, terrifying, silent and full of murderous intent, have existed to slaughter these life-defiling creatures since they joined the Astral Army as the Imperial Guard.

Slowly moving forward, without even the most powerful servants noticing, the deadly could even evade the surveillance of the levitating skulls, and the Katachan long-handled knives and sabers shone with a dark edge, like the letter of a viper.

500m, 400, 300, 200... 60，50，20… 10 meters!

The blades clashed, the blades sinking into the mechanical bodies, piercing their cores, the servants roaring, and the skulls slowly illuminated.

"Enemy, attack ......" Alan Bair took out his long blade and plunged it into his throat, slicing his spine, and the Katakans used their skills to pick off the bundles of fibers, but he used all his brute force, the oil slowly flowing out and staining the ground.

In an instant, the 25 alpha-level elites died cleanly, as if the wars and transformations they had experienced were worthless, compared to the "ordinary people" of the Imperial Guard.

"There is a patio at the back where we can go up and there are ladders." The non-commissioned officer wiped the oil spilled from the servant on his hand.

Alan Baier nodded. "Well done, let's go up..."

But the Skadis didn't notice that the Alpha-level Mechanic Cathar Captain actually had two sets of neural control systems, and even if he died suddenly, he would be like a broken gecko's tail.

The severed head of Alan Bair fell to the ground, and the sensors in his eyes glowed red, slowly spitting out sounds. "Shooting protocol, initiated."

Zing, a short voice, Alan Baier immediately realized that it was the predictor of the Mechanics' electromagnetic gun firing.

"Oops!" He immediately spotted the thing that wasn't dead, kicked it away, and the huge inhuman force almost fired the gun like a projectile, a few hundred meters! Then he sank into a sea of corpses, soaked in decay and despair, but the Seiko weapons made by the Mecha are now showing damn durability!

Violent explosions followed, a few flames and temperatures ignited the turbid air here, no matter how strong the Skadians were, they were flesh and blood, they couldn't resist that kind of power, they would suffer heavy losses, no one would save this world, and the Void Shield would not be shut down by them, it seemed that everything would stop here...

Alan Bair suddenly took out his weapon in anger and slammed it into the wall with his power scythe, and the powerful force instantly smashed the pure gold wall into a large pit like a cannonball smashed into, and then he commanded the soldiers. "Pick up the bodies of those servants and hide here!"

Unconditional trust and the time that the kick brought, the bright light of the fire slowly appeared in the distance, scorching the air here, and the Skadi soldiers picked up the dead and squeezed in with all their might.

But even if it was several meters, like a trench in the wall, it was too reluctant to get into a squad of 60 people, and the place was crowded with people, but there were still five or six people who could not get in, and they could only completely block the wall without corpses, leaving a small entrance.

But in this case, the regiment will be destroyed, and all the sacrifices and battles will be lost, as this bad world wills...

But a moment later, in front of Alan Baier, there was a flash of light from the fierce power weapons smashed on the wall, and against the danger of explosion, the soldiers of Skadi expanded the limit of this place, which made Alan Baier almost feel in his throat, because of the sparks, if there is too much biogas here, then they will become braised pork!

But the Emperor favored, and in the last second after the enlarged space was filled with soldiers and the flames swept through, the non-commissioned officer covered the body of the Mecha Alpha Cathar in front of him.

The hot flames swept through the air and made this place terrifying, and they had to thank the Mechanics for how strong their servants were, so that the flames could be resisted by the Iron Body, the Emperor forbid.

But Alan Bair scolded. "What are you doing! I said you can't use powered weapons, didn't you? ”

The non-commissioned officer carried a promethium lamp to illuminate the area, looked at the angry commander, and shouted without hesitation. "This is my order, and for violating it, I am voluntarily punished."

He bowed his head, and the other soldiers said as well. "No, it's spontaneous!"

Alan Baier looked at them. "It can't be like that anyway." He was wearing a mask and his voice was buzzing and a little funny, but no one dared to ignore the words of this young-looking guy.

But the soldiers still looked at him, and that kind of look forced him to think, and looked at the fierce flames outside, he was more worried about the consequences of his defeat than he was about death, he was too burdened to do it, and he was even a little afraid to let it go.

"No, you're right... That's right! ”

"I originally wanted you to take on the future of the empire, nothing can be done by me, there is strength in numbers, and the use of power weapons I just used proves that there will be no danger in this area."

"It's me who is extreme, and it will be a long time before the flames are over, so we can't waste time, but there is too much biogas here, dig up with your weapons, and we can climb to it, okay?"

"Loyal servants of the Emperor, I ask you to surprise the heretics!"

The soldiers looked at each other, then took out their weapons and courage, and in this narrow and dry and oxygen-deprived place, ready to let those heretics pay for their blood debts, without hesitation, and after a while, sparks flew everywhere, like anvils falling again and again in the crucible of war, and the adamantite and the destruction stand came into contact, and the huge team of 60 people worked together to swallow the layers of pure gold little by little.

Alan Bair smashed open the thickest part of the adamantite layer, and the Skadi soldiers slowly polished it, allowing the passage to expand, which lasted for dozens of minutes, and everyone gathered firewood and flames, and those indestructible things quickly shattered, and the adamantite gold, Edelman, indestructible things, were worthless under the unity of the Imperial Guard.

The Hell below, not heaven above, but also very different, the interior of the Mecha building is not only temperate, but the ground is clean and tidy, with gears and the emblem of the god of all machines hanging on the bronze walls, metal forming this area, a huge road that stretches for thousands of meters, connecting all the main rooms in the west of the building.

The servants were moving forward reverently, binary machines singing the praises of their new master, the mortal incarnation of the god of all machines, the great Governor of the Foundry, and repetitively repeated, repeated, until they realized that the ground beneath their feet was beginning to crack.

"Ohm Messiah has appeared! Praise Wan...! ”

They sang their praises, but the ground answered him suddenly. "Praise your mother! Build the ground so thick, the empire will give you too much money, right?! Alan Baier dug into the ground full of fire, and with a single knife slashed the unobtrusive servant in front of him in half, allowing the oil and parts to be sprinkled on his uniform.

And the servant's companion shouted. "Defense Association..."

Whoosh, whoosh, swish, heat ray shooting, deflagration guns taking the lives of these poor people, Alan Baier patted the oil on his body, looking at it, the temperature was moderate, and there were air purifiers and bright lights, mechanical teaching gears hanging high, and red carpets.

"It's a pleasure, the Empire has given them so much, they will repay it with death, right..."Alan Baier escaped death, that kind of resentment and anger were all vented on the body of the Mechon, it's hard to say when he was so angry last time, but really, probably the governor threatened him to evacuate.

Now, counting the old and new hatreds together, he wants the heretical mechanics of this place to taste what is called the hammer of the empire, what is anger and what is mortal, and what is failure.

"Go west to the elevator, there's a hall in front of you, prayer-based, there shouldn't be many enemies, let's break through there, and then get everything next!" Alan Bair ordered, but he didn't notice, without the protection of the Intouchable Emblem, their infiltration under psionic power had been discovered by the Governor after they entered the second level.

The old monster dragged his huge body, Meroving's flesh and knowledge slowly fused with him, and now the situation was completely different, and he licked the corners of his mouth. "All the servants, approach the Western Hall on the second floor, I'm going to... The souls of those invaders..."His voice was grotesque, but there was also a terrible sense of divinity...

(End of chapter)