The world of pure gold and steel, the city of the city, but there is a dead silence, and those inhuman things are like corpses, unbridled and twisted emotions in the places that the emperor once favored.

Don't say that the tool is not guilty, loyal servants will commit suicide or defect even in the face of orders, the captain of the alpha level has a part of his personal consciousness, but that thing still chooses to obey, they are good machines, but they can't be counted as human anymore!

The beams of the carbines, the bursts, the bursts, the bullets of the Imperial Guard pierced into the hearts of the traitors like razor-sharp blades, and the crumbling fragments of the mech rained down with oil like blood and scrap metal.

The "blood" of the Servant of the Mechanics drenched the Imperial Guard's uniforms, but death and blood did not stop them from moving forward, just as the blood flowing to the surface of this forged world when they slaughtered mortals was as mad and terrifying as blood-filled red magma flowed from low Earth orbit.

The warrior of the Katachan Forest stepped on the head of the half-dead servant, and he had to admit that the technique of making him a sage was good, but it only made him suffer for a long time at the moment, and the Imperial Guard was definitely not a good person, they would only pay for it with blood, and they would only pay for it with blood.

Revolution, justice, morality, even racial positions or whatever, there is nothing at all, the Imperial Guard is just a force for something more primitive and insane, war, killing, survival, that's all.

Humanity needs to unite and survive in this constantly struggling universe and survive in the face of aliens, heresies, and demons.

"Shoot!"

"Attack Protocol, Activate!"

Two shouts, a mechanical tone and the voice of the Imperial Guard at the same time, under the cover of enemy corpses and powerful firepower, the servants quickly collapsed, and the parts and corpses formed the trenches of the Imperial Guard, allowing them to continue their advance, but more enemies soon arrived, uniformly aligned, like clones or something, but definitely not human.

The intense firepower continued to alternate, and the duel between the two groups was like two giants fighting each other for their lives, whether the Imperial Guard was exhausted to death or the cathars were wiped out, probably only the gods could tell.

When Alan Bair shoots from behind the mechanical corpse bunker, breaking the head of one of Team Alpha's leaders, he speaks to the rest of his companions.

"Interesting, it's usually the Imperial Guard that fights a war of attrition, but now it's reversed, but the number of enemies is really exaggerated, when was our actions discovered?!" Alan Bair cursed and hid in the bunker, holding on to a killing machine made of terracotta steel, the body of a heavy servant, to resist the projectiles of the flintlock pistol.

The volley of the electromagnetic gun followed, Alan Baier could only directly lift the dead heavy servant up, like a jumping shield, the relic pistol was fired with one hand, killing the enemy while moving forward extremely quickly, with one hand, the heavy machine servant who was beaten to tatters and had almost no defense, threw out hundreds of kilograms of things!

Bump, bang, muffled sound, the servants who were still resisting over there were instantly smashed by the great force, and the parts and oil splashed abnormally, sprinkling on the beautiful brass walls, dyeing the logo of the Mechanic Sect bright red.

Alan Bair gasped, this thing was heavy, but the support of the Mechonists was still flowing, and the Skadi soldiers were crawling forward, shooting much crazier.

But the later cathars showed a high level of intelligence, with sages, no, governors operating them, and they began to imitate the actions of the Imperial Guard in a regular way, and their highly modified bodies and their sudden appearance of strong learning power combined with a large base made them even more difficult.

Alan Baier scolded. "Did the Governor find out, is this a micro-for RTS?"

"But that's not how wars are fought!"

Alan Baier shouted. "The leader of the traitors is watching us, don't be ashamed! No need to hesitate to consume ammunition, shoot! ”

The Skady soldiers wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looking at the endless stream of enemies, even if the barrel of the gun was red, even if the number of enemies killed was not clear, at this moment this unit had already defeated a thousand servants in the corridor area, and there were only 60 of them!

The battle of Kashezin and the equipment of the Sun Auxiliaries represent the pinnacle of human power, and without the use of potions and body modifications, they are the most powerful mortal troops!

"Shoot! Let those who steal tactics take a look! The non-commissioned officer shouted, but Alan Baier was a little bad, firstly, there was a problem of attrition, even if they won, the remaining ammunition would be difficult to support them to complete the task, and secondly, the governor's operation was no problem, and even had a good appearance, which made the combat effectiveness of the servant who was originally not difficult to kill a full few points at the moment.

But strange things happened, after the real confrontation, those servants became paper tigers, and the actions of the governor quickly became distorted, strange, and even less effective than before, and soon the attack of the Imperial Guard killed them like wheat, but Alan Baier smelled a different rot, and it was not a flash of promethium.

When they stepped on the ruins of this group of machines, one might only see how easy it was for the Imperial Guards to win, but the accuracy of the shooting of those servants was actually extremely high, and if it weren't for the Imperial Guard's narrow passage and individual firepower advantage, and the body of the mechanical servant to give cover, it would definitely be thankless.

Alan Baier also saw the disadvantage of their actions, that is, they were too short of time, and such a squad operation should be composed of quiet and deadly, but the place was too big, and the defense force felt them.

Next, head to the hall, the enemy's firepower will not only be spread out, but the positions will be more sparse and normal, and the elite of the Imperial Guard are tired at the moment, and the ammunition is gradually decreasing.

It takes too long to go to other halls, which can also lead to irreversible failures.

There is no way back, this method is chosen, even if the whole army is wiped out, you have to go on, if the veterans of Skadi do not sacrifice, there will be more civilians and recruits sacrificed, and if you want to take this world in a short time, you must pay a huge price, compared to the lives of a few Skadi soldiers is completely acceptable.

Alan Baier is so contradictory as a commander, how much he loves his family, his troops, and how much he cares about their lives, because such a deformed state is war, and it is also respect for soldiers.

If they want to die in exchange for greater value, then they must die immediately to keep alive this vast rotting empire, infused with scarlet-burning blood, a terrible universe and ancient empire that loves only the lives of the loyalist.

There are no good people in this universe, only survival, and if group survival requires individual sacrifice, do it, just die, when the Skadian people come to the huge metal gate, the west hall, which is not only the seat of religion, but also the passage that rises to the second floor, at this moment it must be crowded with enemies, and countless firepower can instantly evaporate the Imperial Guard.

If you want to survive, you can only rely on the flash generated by the death charge and the hot melt, and then the emperor will bless, use the fastest time to find cover, and only rely on yourself to survive, Alan Baier predicts that this breakthrough will definitely lose half of the soldiers, and the minimum will be lost... Half of the soldiers!

Now it only takes a moment of heat to start a war, and you can live to the death.

The non-commissioned officer came with a hot-melt gun and goggles. "I'm knocking on the doorknob and let those heretics take a good look at the wrath of the Imperial Hammer."

He took off his backpack and said to the others, "I'll send out my food when I'm dead." ”

Then the soldiers replied. "Sir, put things back, how long your food will keep us going, and the weight is not necessarily good..."

said the non-commissioned officer. "Then eat it now, everyone will share a share, I remember I brought a can of Golo canned food, a piece of meat for each person!"

But a hanger suddenly came. "You might as well give it all to me."

The non-commissioned officer scolded. "What do you mean, the military order is like a mountain, this is an order! Average! ”

At this moment, Alan Baier suddenly covered his nose. "Do your supplies stink? Tastes a little..."

And the next moment, Alan Baier realized that something was wrong. "Anyone?!"

The soldiers were vigilant, but there was absolutely no place to hide the living in this empty, cleared corridor...

"Don't look for it, the emperor is above, I am a loyalist, but for as long as I can remember, no one has ever been gentle to me except the emperor."

"Therefore I offer you a deal, and for the sake of our faith in the Emperor, I will provide you with a safe path to the second level, and you will give me food so that I will not suffer." It was the first time that the voice had said so many words, and Alan Bair could feel that the voice was male, an adult, and that the tone was filled with the consciousness that the deal was bound to succeed.

"Put down the gun." Alan Bair said, the soldiers carried out, and a moment later the loyalist also suddenly appeared, to be precise, the brass-colored metal plate on their heads should have been removed, and at this moment the Imperial Guard realized that there was still a vent in the ceiling of the original corridor area!

The lean man resembled a monkey, with messy brown hair, hair all over his face, like an ape-man, and his clothes were only cloth, covering his private parts, and dirt was accumulating on his body, and the stench was emitted.

Alan Bair felt familiar again, the stench was not a stench, but the feeling of a soul being torn apart in subspace, and he was sure of it almost instantly.

Untouchables...

The man was hiding in the pipe, but he poked half of his body out and greeted the Imperial Guard, it was hard to imagine that anyone could climb down directly on such a smooth metal plane, presumably because of the fluff on the ends of his fingers, and the shoes were also open-toed, and the ends were hairy but had a strange attachment.

He was short, almost as tall as a Lightliner, and his straight back was only half the height of a Skadi soldier, but the stench of touching the soul made the soldier cover his nose.

He raised his hand. "I've lived here for generations, I'm a living man born of pipes, my ancestors were Lethrins who repaired the huge ventilation system of this huge building, but it took a long time for us to get used to it, the hair became strange and could catch on to the walls, and my family is still the only plumbing engineer in this tower."

"It's just that you also know that the governor here has gone crazy, and it was okay at first, and the servants couldn't catch us, but after only a few days, my companions began to decrease one after another, probably with the emperor's blessing, and only because of the special body odor and no one to accompany me has been alive."

Alan Baier rubbed his nose, he was used to the stench, and asked. "Why do I trust you?"

The plumber replied. "My family once swore loyalty to the Governor, but now that he treats us like this, it has developed into a blood feud, at least I know less than ten companions who are still alive, and our clan is almost extinct."

"I want to survive now, although I am lucky, but the food in the pipes is getting less and less, and at first because the number of people is decreasing, the rodents entrenched in it can still meet my needs, but now..."

He cracked his mouth open with his fingers, and the blood and gum decay were visible to the naked eye, rotten flesh and disgusting black blood fixed on it.

Alan Bair said. "Scurvy..."

The plumbing man nodded. "So, give me supplies, and I'll take you through the ventilation ducts so that you can accomplish your noble mission, Imperial Guards."

"Don't think about breaking through head-on, I saw it in the hall, gathered a full 5,000 cathars, almost fifty percent of the tower's military strength, although I saw your bravery and strength all the way to war, but you are not gods, right?"

Alan Baier could not refute it, and it was only vitamins, they did not lack it.

He burst out laughing. "Emperor bless, you can also meet a noble person like you in this place!" Then he took out the vitamin powder from his backpack, the standard for the Empire's 24-hour individual special combat rations, and it was also the food of the Empire's highest special operations standard.

"Take it all out, take out yours too, sixty servings of vitamin drinks, enough for you to live for two years!"

When packets of orange waterproof paper bags were thrown to the ground, the plumber smiled.

Alan Baier struck while the iron was hot. "You help us, I will report this matter, and you will become a hero of this world."

But the pipe man said. "Heroes? Look at me, I'm almost a mutant, no, to put it bluntly, I'm a pipe repairer, because I can repair it, so it's still valuable, and because of it, the mainstream society of the empire can't tolerate me, I can live because of this tower, and I have nothing else. ”

"I'm not an Imperial citizen, I'm not an Imperial, I'm just a monster, huddled in a narrow place." As he spoke, his fingers slowly crawling, he walked up to the full 90-degree ventilation pipe wall and threw the rope out of the pipe.

"You are heroes, and I can only live in the shadows forever, if I am carried away by the honor in your mouth, then when you leave, I will be hung on the square of the nest capital, bound by my neck, suffocated to death."

Alan Baier climbed the rope and looked at the dark pipe full of various daily necessities, the faint promethium light shining, making him feel a little warm in the nest.

He smiled wryly. "I didn't expect people living in such a place to see so clearly..."

But the pipe man said. "Know what's the use, when disaster strikes, I'll have to blackmail you to survive."

"But I know very well that for the sake of the Emperor, my human brothers, go for revenge."

"But be careful, I've seen something bad patrolling the second floor during this time."

Alan Baier asked. "What's that?"

The plumbing man had a bitter look on his face. "Like a heavy servant, but bigger, five meters tall, with an incinerator cannon on his back, like a giant soldier wearing a full suit of armor, with a power fist or twin phosphorus blasters on his arms, patrolling in groups of five, and I've only seen five of them."

"Not before, but that thing must have been there, the Governor went crazy, and that thing appeared, I suspect it's a legendary demon or something..."

Alan Baier said. "It's not a demon, it's called Scattlan Combat Soldiers, legacy of the Dark Ages, it looks like we've got a tough fight to fight..."

(End of chapter)