During this time, Alan Baier often looked at the pocket watch he brought out of the camp...

The Letherins, on the other hand, weave through the dark pipes with ease, and don't even need light, as natural as a fish in the deep sea.

He would often touch the junction of the pipe with his fingers, and then he was confident, and when Alan Bair turned on the lamp to shine on the place where he was touching, he realized that it was not some witchcraft, but a generational inheritance, and the small text was the size of a thumb, hidden in the corner of the pipe.

"What is this, strange symbols, like—" Alan Bair could hardly describe something like that, but he probably knew that it was an image like a QR code, complex, dense, and informative, and it couldn't be something that a human could read.

But the Leterin said. "It's the words of the pipes, and unlike Gothic, it's something that's unique."

Alan Bair noticed that something was wrong. "Words? Do you all have a culture that is independent of the dominant social ethos within the Empire? ”

"So—" A terrible thought flashed through his mind. The population when it was full..."

The Lettling replied. "About 3 million."

Alan Bair commented. "Another big one, not yet counted." He sighed a little, the history of Terra he had experienced was only thousands of years, and when this narrow, conduit could enable such a number of beings to build a small unique civilization, the "greatness" and "advancement" of his previous life were nothing at this moment.

And his world is still in conflict because of race, gender, and sexual orientation, and at the end of this dark 40th millennium, mankind has already crossed those problems, while many people evaluate this era as "backward".

There is no difference between backward and advanced human beings, only the difference between strength and plundering ability, if the empire can restore the technology of the dark age and have the spiritual attainments of the spirit race, then the human beings of this era will inevitably become the masters of the galaxy.

Although he is smart, he has never dared to be high, the gods laugh evilly, the emperor is tired, and mankind is in a precarious era, so...

The people of Skadi heard a buzzing noise at the end of the passage at this moment, and they all knew that their destination was coming.

Alan Bair put away his thoughts and turned off the lights, only a faint light from outside the grille at the end of the passage came.

The click, the sound of metal and energy cells crashing against each other, and the faint smell of promethium proclaimed the heralds of war, the feeling that made people feel heartbroken, the instinct of blood and struggle buried in the essence of life.

Their own emperor was in their hearts, clamoring and asking them to shoot at the enemies of humanity, and whether it was a Stirling or a Skadian, as the light shone on their faces at this moment, their expressions were definitely smiles, hideous and terrible smiles.

The sweet taste of revenge will be addictive, those who have tasted war are also cursed, leaving the battlefield will fall into weakness and mental breakdown, only constant conquest, struggle, can feel alive, in this dark galaxy, let the flames of war burn with light, until it can replace the stars, replace heat and light.

Action, shoot a burst of fire from the pipe, the Stirling man is like his ancestors, the years of pipeline life have made his eyes more sensitive, and the feel and action of shooting are more like engraved in his DNA, genes, and life.

The silenced muzzle of the deflagration glowed red, and the shot of the Stirling, the first shot of his life, the shot with resentment and death, made his slender plush arm tremble, and the non-commissioned officer patted him on the shoulder, and his whole body almost jumped up in the narrow part of the pipe.

"Recruit, how are you feeling?" The non-commissioned officer asked him, and the Stirling man gasped as he watched the oil coming out of the mouth of the pipe, a bright red oil like blood. "Cool... It's so cool, it turns out that those things that are high above are so weak? ”

"I want to win, I want to win, I want revenge, sir!" He didn't feel like he was "killing" at all, but the pleasure of successful sniping secreted a strong dose of dopamine, which made the guy huddled in the tunnel almost addicted.

The madness didn't terrify the Imperial Guard, and after the dripping warning sounded on the other side of the pipe, the sturdy cheetahs stopped pretending to be mice, and they leaped out of the pipe with their hands and feet, and the sharp Katachan blade pierced through the servant's hydraulic pipe, spilling liquid and wetting the metal floor.

"Regional security."

Alan Bair ordered. "Start planting the Molten Bomb, these are the last two shots, to ensure that the Void Shield collapses."

When Alan Baier left the pipe, the dazzling light that he had not seen for a long time made his eyes close slightly, and the huge and familiar void generator was in front of him, the design of the reverse table, and the upper part of the front was also inlaid with gems that provided energy, this valuable thing was actually going to be destroyed by himself, and Alan Baier was still a little unbearable.

This colossal creature that has existed since the beginning of the Dark Ages works day and night in this vast room without daylight, and the smell of promethium fuel fills this place protected by pure gold.

Blow it up, start a full-scale war, get the world, show your loyalty to the Emperor, and move forward in peace.

The Letherings had promised that it would not be detected by psionic powers, and the matter had been settled, and there was no doubt about the success, and Alan Bair was sure that he was blessed by the Emperor, at least the operation was blessed by the Emperor.

The soldiers approached the roaring Void Shield, this is the starting song of the war, the heat melt will change the current situation of the Imperial Guard's passivity, the massive firepower generated by the powerful earth-shaking cannon will destroy this thousand-year-old tower, and it has been around as a scientific research base for too long, and it is a pity to die in the betrayal of heresy, but all kinds of problems within it have long existed.

The pipes are old, the foundations are dented, the adamantite gold on the walls, although still strong, is only a matter of time before it collapses, the Imperial Guard is only ahead of schedule, and the death of the once loyal Divine Calculation Tower.

The man of Stirling still remembers this place, where all his memories have gathered, where he has been drawn into the center of the storm of war, which is his hometown.

"I have nothing, Lieutenant Colonel, I didn't expect it to be me who helped others destroy her." Stirling sighed.

Alan Baier said. "You have a new home, let it pass, people have to move forward, just as we are used to."

The Stirling man sat on the ground, cocked his thighs in boredom, and dug out the treasure in his pocket, which was a crumpled smoke ring, which he lit with a lighter, and took a sharp breath, spitting out a large, white smoke ring. "Yes, it's over, thank you, Lieutenant Colonel, now that I have a new family, what's her name?" The Stirling man raised his carbine, which was almost half his length, with a beautiful extended barrel and a powerful Scardy sniper blaster.

Alan Bair said. "There's no name, you come and get it."

Stirling said. "How about the cave at the bottom of the bag, my dream is to have a cave of my own, warm, with a stove and food, a bed and happiness, a field at the door, and a bath in wind and sun."

Alan Baier thought for a moment. "Not a bad name, but the reality and the dream seem to be far apart, if one day the war that burns the galaxy ends, we can also do that everyone has their own bag bottom hole, maybe when the emperor rises from the throne, even the giants can retire, the demigods can gather in the tavern to drink, become teachers, artists, merchants..."

"And now, all we can do is win, in this almost doomsday despair, to make heretics tremble, to make aliens fearful." The non-commissioned officer emphasized.

The engineering team also reported. "It's installed, it's ready to start, let's retreat..."

Sizzling, buzzing, the gate made of adamantite slowly opened, and the Imperial Guard fell silent for a moment, hiding like insects in a complex system of pipes or behind cover.

Five huge mechanical structures four or five meters tall slowly walked in, and the sound of their feet stepping on them was almost like an earthquake, and the sense of oppression was stronger than that of the Space Marines.

Alan Bair was hiding behind the restless promethium generators, and the soulless mechanical monsters kept moving forward.

"Investigations, patrols, protocol initiations, demand permits, buzz..."

Alan Bair watched them slowly approach, and if nothing else, they relied on electronic psionic powers to operate remotely like the servants, then as soon as they were close to the Lytherins, they would enter a brief stagnation, and then switch to a state of destruction, endlessly dealing with any living thing.

Continuing until their energy is used up, this is the last insurance designed by the Mechanics to drive this group of iron men, and it is also the reason why Alan Baier is not afraid of this group of iron skins.

What has no intelligence is even inferior to a servant, and if its controller does not command them, then it is just scrap metal.

What dark age technology is a thing of the past! It's the time of the Imperial Guard!

The 60 elites raised their weapons, wary of the approaching monsters, and as the Iron Man group approached, Elan Bair could feel the Lighterin's heartbeat almost roaring to the point of faint visibility. "Calm down, recruit, nothing but iron." He proclaimed the little consolation to the poor sub-man, and watched as the things approached.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

It's here! Five meters!

？！

There was no loss of control and no loss of purpose, they were still moving forward, Alan Baier could not understand how this stupid technology could be without the input of a floppy disk and psionic control, without the help of a data craftsman...

A crazy thought flashed through his mind, that is, these iron men are... AI！

"No way, but..."The enemy continued to move forward, and Alan Beyr suddenly ran out of cover and raised his power scythe, a force that held off a melee iron man using power fists.

"Ahh He shouted, the scythe's destructive stance buzzing, and Iron Man answered immediately.

"Activation, self-defense protocol." It made a defensive stance, holding out all of Alan Bair's power, and the Iron Man next to him raised his weapon and fired at him, while the Skadian immediately stood up, and countless beams suddenly attacked.

"Kai..."Those iron men saw the attack, and before they could pronounce the activation shield protocol, they triggered the deflection shield around them.

Alan Bair smiled horribly, looking at what was wrestling with him in front of him. "Artificial intelligence, I didn't expect it to really exist, iron people! Hiding in the shadows of the Empire, and now crawling out with the heretics?! ”

The robot in front of him suddenly showed a humanized emotion of fear, and his force instantly weakened, and when he was pushed backwards, he muttered an unbelievably emotionless tone. "Why, how is it possible, human beings—" He also uttered a staccato but accurate Gothic voice, and looked at the Imperial officer in front of him in surprise.

"Cover me! Cover me! Fellow citizens! ”

The robots raised their weapons and fired at Alan Bair in a hurry, but their weapons were quickly absorbed by Alan Bair's personal Void Shield, and when they were about to use the incendiary cannon to overload the shield, the offset shield they could take on the attack reached its limit at this point.

Dozens of lasers shot at their bodies, and the intense energy of the heat rays instantly tore through those heavy terracotta steel hybrid armors, revealing the complex electrical system underneath.

The robots were only able to quickly hide in cover, but their large bodies kept their bodies at bay, increasing their armor wounds.

The struck melee Scattlan droid was pushed by Alan Bair towards the Void Shield generator, its thick foot armor cutting deep marks on the ground, the destruction stances touching each other, fireworks and buzzing sounds enough to make mortals' heads bleed and blind, but Alan Bair just stared at the iron man's eyes.

The Iron Man's wisdom program kept shouting. "Not human, not human, what the hell are you?!"

Alan Baier scolded. "I'm a nightmare for relics like you! Die for the sins that have destroyed the greatest history of mankind! Heterodox! ”

Whoosh, whoosh, the incendiary cannon behind the robot gathered energy and emitted a dark green light, which only hit Alan Baier's face in an instant, and the violent energy made the Void Shield glow with a strong light, and then the bright light on the powerful personal shield dissipated.

"Overload success, mortal, goodbye." Iron Man showed clear emotions, he no longer suppressed himself, he wanted to win, no matter what time and when.

The energy burns up, and the energy in the pitch-black muzzle gathers from the weapon it carries behind it, and the heat makes it turn red, and Alan Baier has only two choices, to be beaten to the point of disability, or even death, or to dodge, so that this AI team has no loss of the regrouped front.

This group of clever robots had apparently suffered from Alan Bair's raid and their unclear physical strength, and if they regrouped, the Imperial Guard would incur losses, which he couldn't bear, and even if he lost an arm, he would have to kill the commander!

The Iron Man fired, and the heat flashed, but after an instant, the heat rays penetrated the heat that had just gathered on the muzzle, and then the chamber was blown up, and the Iron Man's internal system spilled countless oil from the cracks in the armor due to the heat backlash.

And the Sterling man raised his carbine, proving that he had no problem joining, was one of the wisest decisions Alan Baier!

Next, all the grievances of the Iron Man Rebellion to date are stacked on Alan Bair's body, and those resentment and revenge mentality focus the thoughts of countless heroes in human history who want to liquidate the sins of the Iron Man, making it resonate and powerful, until the mortals actually press the Iron Man on the hot melt bomb that was installed in advance!

"No!" The robot wails, and then a violent flash of light appears, like a star falling, beautiful...

(End of chapter)