There was still a lot of time, and Alan Baier looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and rejoiced.

This operation of the Imperial Guard was accompanied by friendly help, one might even say that they were poured in, from the local natives.

As Alan Bair climbed through the narrow pipe area, and the West Hall, filled with stained glass and altered statues of emperors, turning both the god of machines and the emperor into statues of the Governor of Heresy, it was hard to imagine that they could have made such a radical change in such a short period of time.

In the glow of this bulletproof stained glass shining through the stars, the massive mechanical teaching servants of the replicant legions were armed with guns, so large that they could absolutely wipe out the Skadians.

And the emperor bless them, the current situation seems to be good, at least except for the narrow ventilation ducts, everything else is not bad.

"Emperor, they are the pests of the Empire." The non-commissioned officer looked at the faint glow of the blurred vents of the vents covered by iron sheets, the vast heretical forces and their desire for the death of the Skadians.

With the help of the Pipe Sterlings, the Skadi soldiers were able to bypass the enemy, but the pipes were not omnipotent, and the only places where the vents were well hidden were near the Letherin habitat, and the rest of the area was still garrisoned by the Mechoni.

It was no accident that the living were captured, and Alan Bair's mind could grasp the heart of the matter with the smell of the stinking Stirling people, and in the desperate situation under the eyes of the gods, those bad things were frantically grabbing the souls of the loyal citizens of the Empire.

Psionic energy definitely played a significant role in this, and while the sound of people crawling through the pipes and making metal crashes rhythmically made the quiet place noisy, the Letherins moved forward silently.

Alan Bair still admires this guy, surviving the loneliness of no partner, but still has a burning will to live, and he will also think, if he is like him, can he still maintain such ease?

"Ha, you're amazing, Letterin, do you want to join the Imperial Guard?" The words suddenly came out of the mouth of Sergeant Skady, for the loyal forest boy saw himself in this wretched fellow.

The same loyalty, the similarity of not being understood, and the kind of burning, the desire to survive in a desperate place, the desire to survive, made the Katachans unconsciously recognized.

Tough guys only like tough guys, which is probably the second reason why this Sterling man helps the Imperial Guard.

But the short hunk just rubbed his nose. "No, the pipeline is my everything, the nipple battlefield is your home, people always have a place to go back, and I was not born a warrior."

Alan Baier said suddenly. "You were born to be a plumbing engineer, your fingers, your body are all things that were born like this, but do you want to accept this fate? If you could do more for the sake of the Emperor, would you still run away? ”

"You have a better place, not here."

"So where is it? Is your future death and war? He asked.

Alan Bair replied. "It's a struggle, in this dark universe, if you can't fight, human beings will completely lose their value, the emperor is looking forward to the struggle, the subspace is also there, the aliens are also, and even the human compatriots are too."

"And you can raise your gun and kill the enemy, is it fun to hide here? The Lettlings are heroes with sniper rifles! ”

"Like your ancestors, join the Imperial Guard."

"With your help, we can walk directly through the complex passage and drive directly to the Void Shield Generator!"

"So what? I'm just an engineer, Lieutenant Colonel, you're looking at the wrong person! The Lettling retorted.

Alan Baier said. "I don't, it's just that you're afraid, the pipeline is warm and safe, and you obviously have the ability to escape to the liberated area, but you didn't leave even until the onset of scurvy, you take this narrow place too seriously."

The words grew more intense and contradictory, and the Lettlings had to realize that the Empire needed him, and the thought of leaving really arose in his mind at this moment, but when his stuffed fingers touched the vertical pipe connecting the second floor, that thought suddenly stopped.

"I'll go up, get the rope down, you guys climb out, that's all, our cooperation is over."

The stars were agitating, but he once again refused the restless invitation, willing to hand over the blood feud to outsiders, Alan Baier had realized that the nezumi in front of him was no longer worthless, and the emperor did not need him.

He held the rope. "Is this the end..."

"All of us are rushing upwards, we are on the second floor, and I thank once again the help of my fellow Stirlings so that the war can go smoothly."

"Salute!"

The Skadis raised their arms in salute, and then crawled up with great speed and skill, leaving only the silence and coldness of the inside of the pipe, faint reflections in the promethium light, and the abrupt, ding-dong, sound of metal objects falling to the ground.

The Stirling man shouted. "You've dropped something!" Then he climbed up the tunnel and came to the edge of his hometown, on the second floor of the stairs, and saw the thing left behind, the detonation carbine with the scope, the beautiful silver-white killing machine, the thing that made him feel nostalgic, that is, in the bloodline, the nostalgia of the ancestors...

As Alan Bair had said, his ancestors were snipers on the battlefield, and when he saw a weapon with sights, the burning emotion of working for the emperor was rekindled.

With his eyes closed, he didn't know the strange feeling in his heart, as an untouchable and mutant, he was destined to have nowhere to go, of course, he didn't know that he was untouchable, but he was born ostracized by society and the crowd, and no madness was the gift of the emperor.

What the hell is he living for... For the first time, he also felt for the first time the dopamine secretion that humans get when they help others as the Skadis saluted him, making him addicted and making him aware of it.

What do he have in common with the group in front of him...

And Alan Bair knew very well that they were all the pathetic last descendants of their own people, only slightly different from those who were on the verge of extinction and those who were already doomed to extinction, and their prayers were the same, that is, to take revenge on the culprits who caused this.

But their actions were different, dodging and attacking, making the Leterin man feel weak, weak, he untied the waterproof bag and drank the sweet and damned vitamin supplement, but he looked at the strangeness of the distance and the lack of hidden pipes, and fell into confusion.

But the sudden breeze danced into the pipe, and the slight propulsion made the Stirling man involuntarily move forward, and his toes touched the cold wall of the pipe, and he realized that his home was the same as the unknown place.

"Huh... It's boring—" He laughed suddenly, his furry cheeks looking a little cautious, the corners of his mouth hooked into a grotesque smile, and then he used his hands and feet together to quickly move forward to find the whereabouts of the Imperial Guard.

The souls who are active in this dark universe have their roots buried in the thoughts of fighting for their own race, and since the distant time of human civilization, the country, the race, and the current existence, civilization, and race, have not changed.

If it is invaded, if there is a need for war, then there is war, if there is a need for revenge, take up arms and guns, peace and revenge without sacrifice are worthless, victory without struggle is just charity, the Imperial Guard was built for this, no matter how dark this universe is, this matter will not change.

The rustling sound was heard in the pipe, and the team of servants patrolling the second floor noticed this, and in the midst of their hard and unified action, the captain suddenly stopped.

"Auditory sensor detects anomalies,"

"D274748, go and inspect the pipeline."

Due to the size of the Divine Calculation Tower, maintaining a sufficient supply of oxygen requires a large ventilation system and ducting system that can accommodate human bodies, so this has become the core observation point of the Mechonist patrol, and although there are many routine inspections, most of the sounds are made by mutated giant rodents.

The mechanic servant continued to repeat the same motion, bending his torso and the titanium multi-tool on his arm driven under the engine, quickly opening the intricate metal fence of the ventilation ducts.

"Check begins, praise algebra—" He leaned down over his body, his metal mask expressionless, like his modified brain, no longer expressionless, but the mechanical apologists weren't completely thoughtless.

There are still many personal, innocuous little habits left over from his raw materials, and there are also imperial scholars who believe that the neuronal replacement system does not completely erase feelings, but only formats the brain, and when something exciting enough happens, those feelings will reappear, although it will probably only appear instantaneously.

At this moment, the servant clearly let out a cry of fear, he saw the flashing human cheeks, and then the whole body was pulled towards the ventilation duct by a huge force, his metal body completely against the ventilation duct opening, unable to move, but his arm was clamped by a powerful force.

Let him recall, that's the overwhelming feeling he felt on the lathe when he was transforming the operation.

This situation awakened his emotions, and in the midst of heart-rending screams, the electromagnetic gun arm on his arm was grabbed by the palm of a human, and then the human fingers forcibly pulled the iron sheet off it, and the mechanical trigger made him shoot.

Promethium drove the flame energy to shoot at his teammates, his sensors constantly emitting crimson warnings, emphasizing that he was under friendly attack, but he couldn't resist the force. "Dodge! Dodge, watch out for dodge! There are enemies! ”

"What are you doing! D274748! Lay down your arms, make a forced agreement, close...! "The Alpha-class captain enforces it to the point that it is as if the servant deliberately shoots with a dark green electromagnetic gun!

"I can't control myself, sir, I can't—" But before he could finish his sentence, the mechanic cathars had already opened fire, and the uranium-flintlock muskets instantly smashed the heads of inferior products that fired at will, so that they would not hinder the arrival of the god of all machines.

And when those servants were relieved, more frantic shooting followed, and such attacks completely broke the mechanical circuits of the less intelligent and sensitive mechanics of the servants, and the troops made by the mechanics for loyalty and unity of command were so passive in the face of an extremely adaptable force like the Skadians.

Even if they racked the oil juice in their heads, they couldn't understand why a dead servant could still strafe, and it was impossible to imagine that a human could hold the servant's body and physically control him.

This chaos caused them to shoot out of order, so that other troops patrolling the corridor area were also affected, and the servants soon realized that someone had defected, and the next step was to simply follow the design of the system, intruder, betrayer, and kill.

Such logical design errors are infinitely magnified without the command of sages, commonly known as bugs, and in this dark 40th millennium, people have to face such a situation.

It is impossible for humanity to regain the AI technology of the Dark Ages, so such a situation will easily arise in the legions of the High Mechanical, check the algebra, sing the praises of the god of all machines, raise the gun, and betray the supreme will to his friends, and it is not a pity to die.

The small conflict gradually evolved into shooting at each other, then into a larger attack, which was then judged by the system to be a fairly serious revolt.

And the culprits in the pipeline watched with relish as this group of servants built by the imperial fine gold played the killing and eating chicken competition.

"Fight, fight harder, it's better not to have one left." Alan Baier even wanted to take out the canned food and eat it while watching.

The Mechachanism is afraid of giving its own creatures enough wisdom, and this is the price, just a small act of confusion can make the code of these machines incorrect and unconscious.

How could these bug-like machines protect the empire from thousands of enemies?

Watching the area engulfed in flames as the outskirts of the Celestial Servants feasted on the flames, the Imperial Guard estimated when they would be able to go out and enjoy their fruits, but the intense thermal weapon suppression of incineration cannons and blasting cannons suddenly appeared.

"The Destruction Pact has been initiated." Scatlan, making a restless voice, normally they only speak binary language, apparently their intelligence has been strengthened by the transformation, its massive body, gray-white color scheme, its chest painted with a gear logo, five, two equipped with melee power gloves, three fire suppression.

The Imperial Guard immediately fell silent, crawling like poisonous snakes in the pipes.

And then this time the chicken eating became boring in an instant, and the shooting of the servants was reflected by the offset stance of the combat robots left over from the dark era, and even became something to kill them.

The intense firepower of the three robots was even more terrifying, and the dense network of firepower burst out in the narrow tunnel, and the power could dent the Adamantite layer, and in just a moment, the chaos created by the Imperial Guard was extinguished.

Waiting for the "big whites" to leave, Alan Baier looked at the devastated ground and the wreckage of the dead servants, and had to evaluate.

"It's just that the flames can't be controlled, and if you want to burn an area, you can use a nuclear bomb to extinguish it?"

said the non-commissioned officer. "Traitors can't tolerate betrayal, it's ironic."

Alan Baier sighed. "If the Lettlings continue to help us, we can avoid the attacks of those monster ironmen."

But the non-commissioned officer said. "Don't talk about that rotten bastard, he can live a very nourishing life, but he has always rejected us."

Alan Bair said. "Living to die is not for all people."

But a shrill voice answered. "That's right, but I'm that kind of person, thank you for the gift, and the Imperial Guard's invitation, I agreed, and I'll take you where you want to go." The Letherin man with a carbine appeared at some point from the location of the pipe that the Imperial Guard was about to pass through, and said with a shaggy face.

Alan Baier was not surprised, but said. "Welcome to the team, you will enlist as a first-class soldier, and according to your performance this time, maybe you can be in a high position."

The Lettlings are just. "Just eat and wrap up."

(End of chapter)