The Flame of Joy exploded at the core of the Tower, and the molten iron and lava fell on the shoulders of the Imperial officers as they cooled.

But inside those things, the tiny artificial intelligence core chip, beyond the current understanding of human beings, can withstand high temperatures and can handle countless things alone, it is regarded as a treasure of the source of the soul, and it is also the AI core of Pandora's box that is actively sandwiched in scrap metal, falling on Alan Baier's shoulder, and constantly sending out electrical signals.

Most of the iron objects were photographed by him, and then, the Empire officer's maniacal expression looked at the Dark Age Iron Man, reviving the long, long memories of the electronic circuits of those who weren't supposed to be afraid of anything.

At the end of the Iron Man War, the human heroes who attacked them suicide in order to survive also had such crazy expressions.

"Evacuation Protocol Activated!" After a brief handover of processor commanders, the second in the team took command of the two Iron Men with multiple power fists and gave the order.

They had been serving the Governor in order to find shelter under the predation of the Human Empire, and for thousands of years they had been at the top of the Tower of Divine Calculations as the high-level bodyguards of the Mechanicals, and countless flesh and blood had fallen in front of them, including the Assassins of the Inquisition or the Alien Assassins of the Spirit Race.

But they don't necessarily have fear, and now the reason for the revival of the inner thoughts of the iron people is very simple, it is the result of the germination of the fear planted by the human heroes 20,000 years ago.

Escape, this word is particularly absurd when used in artificial AI, but without the miraculous technology and means of replicating the will of the Crypt of the Space Necrocy, the iron man who once threatened the galaxy at the end of this pitch-black 40 millennium is just a speck of dust in the sea, not erased by time, only sinking in the dark.

Stomping, stomping, the iron men who left at breakneck speed and the shattered Void Shields, cloaked in the fire and gradual loss of the Imperial Guard.

For the first time, Alan Bair felt that his skin was burned out, but the Iron Man was still sturdy, and helped him withstand most of the damage with the strongest breastplate.

But when the molten gold fragments were inserted into his thighs, bright red liquid flowed out of the flesh, and he was injured after a long time.

Flesh and blood, bearing the weight of his weight, fell to his knees, life was so fragile and so tenacious, it could not only do countless heroic deeds, but also die from the most basic wounds, he sat on the ground, his thighs like three ripe steaks bleeding.

"Hurry up, artificial skin, tonic, hemostat, hurry, hurry!" The non-commissioned officer shouted anxiously, the Leterin looked worried, Alan Baier only reluctantly and dizzily stood up, the blood from the wounds on his body was wet with his military uniform, and the hot molten iron sheet fell on his helmet and shoulders, looking like a legendary demon.

"It's okay, I'm fine, go in through the pipe." Alan Bair took the tonic and pierced it directly into his veins with precision and madness, the stimulant and madness allowing him to move forward slowly.

He didn't want his companions to help him, he didn't want to help, he just said. "Those iron men are going to report, hurry, hurry."

They have to race against time, and the enemy is afraid that they are coming from the pipe, so it is too easy to stop them.

The time is not yet up...

He needs to wait, those things that have not been liquidated still need to be cleared by war, in this void where the gods of chaos are rampant, the victor does not necessarily need to be strong, only needs to be loyal.

What kind of god of all machines is nothing more than the waste of selling his soul, and when the illusion brought by the tonic fills his body, the lieutenant colonel stands up straight. "Huh... Fast. ”

He climbed into the pipes first, the darkness of which was not supposed to be the path of the Imperial Guard, who needed to endure if they were to take their dignity and victory back.

Gray, stinking, cold metal pipes, the Lettling rediscovered their homeland, it was like hell, he squeezed through the crowd, took the initiative to lead the group, there was no memorial, only a sense of joy like a new life, focusing on his heart, which was broken by society's cruelty to him, but still loyal.

He took the initiative to speak. "We go out of the drain, there is no place where we can intercept us, it is all underground and away from the vent, and there is so little water in this world, the drain is designed more to decorate and deal with special situations, most of the sewage will be purified, and the excrement will be made into food, so that it is clean, and its exit leads directly to the wilderness, and we are safe when we get there."

Alan Baier asked, clutching his burned wounds. "Then how do you know for sure what is going on there, it's normal if it's blocked by debris."

"I don't know, no one knows, that kind of unwanted place is really uninvestigated and maintained, but I believe that it is the best place for us to retreat."

"The sloping water pipes allow us to slide down, and we can get to the city in a matter of hours with just a good control of the falling speed." The Stirling man smiled maniacally, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard had to admit it.

"What a terrible amusement park, a summer water park, isn't it?"

"Hahaha... It's a shame that you think about it. Alan Baier looked at the non-commissioned officer.

"Well, is it a bet or..."

The non-commissioned officer replied immediately. "Bet, the forest warriors are not afraid of the enemy, not to lose the plane, sir."

"So, let's open this park and have a good time." Alan Bair held on to the wall of the pipe, and the Letherins sped up.

The restless smell of promethium and the slowly vibrating interior of the building told them that the Mechanics were in action, and that the demons made of metal were hunting down the unbelievable flesh and blood to sacrifice their souls and flesh to their god of all machines.

As the Imperial Guard grinds through the vents of the narrow pipes like rats, they must hold their breath, vigilant, and quietly watch the movements of the Mechanic Servants as they wander around, and when the probe comes in, Katachan must risk his life to grab the probe servant, rip off its arm, and smash its monitor to stall for time.

This is followed by rat-like detours and hide-and-dork, changing course so that the enemy cannot guess what their target is.

Alan Baier only felt that their luck had run out, and in the short distance of several kilometers, this had happened almost three or four times, greatly delaying their speed, and even on several occasions the enemy had guessed their location and began to shoot at the wall, and the projectiles grazed his helmet, almost giving him more wounds.

They were outnumbered along the way, but the Imperial Guard still felt so humiliated by this group of scientists, and if they had the opportunity to fire another bullet at the enemy and kill a few more people, they would be willing to do it.

At the end of the way, the Imperial Guard soldiers, who had experienced a lot of things, asked. "Is this the thing?" The non-commissioned officer held a light source to illuminate the pitch-black place in front of him, a huge and terrifying slope with no way back.

"It's your motherfucker's way, it's black and smelly." The size can accommodate up to one person, the walls of the pipes are slippery, and the underground protects the water from drying up, making the escape plan more difficult.

The non-commissioned officer had no choice, and the Letherin asked him mockingly. "Sir, are you scared?"

"No, the warriors of Katachan will not be afraid, I will land first." He pressed his thighs against the wall, his arms to slow down, and the light source in his mouth, looking forward.

The aroma of fermented plants, slightly alcoholic and sweet, but more rotten and dead, made the Katakáns feel like they had returned home, and the annoying bryophytes on the wet, sticky walls of the pipes caused a lot of trouble for the Imperial Guard.

Whoosh, whoosh, the moss on the walls of the pipes was scraped off by the boots, leaving two white marks and the sound of metal crashing.

"Bastard, it's sliding too fast!" Sterling shouted, but it was hard to slow down, and he had to get into the pipe and pull out his rope right away.

"Can't be that fast! It's semi-abandoned pipes and there may be obstructions! He stuck the rope on the platform at the entrance of the pipeline, descending quickly, so that he could go faster than the non-commissioned officer's landing, and he kept shouting as he watched the light from the non-commissioned officer.

The non-commissioned officer also replied. "I want to stop, but the pipes are too wet!"

"Damn," Stirling scolded, and saw something faint in the light below. There's something! ”

The non-commissioned officer lowered his head and saw in the faint light that it was horizontal, a glittering mass of scrap metal, a sharp blade-like bulge, and if it fell at his current speed, his body would definitely be pierced!

"Emperor!"

He thought that he would die because of the enemy, or lose the war, and at worst, he would be captured, and he would be killed by aliens or heretics in humiliation, but slippery pipes...

He pulled out Katachan's long-handled knife. "I'm not going to die!" The sharp blade of the knife plunged into the pipe, and the sizzling, cracking fireworks eased his descent slightly, but the wet moss on his fingers made it impossible for him to grasp it too hard.

"Oops..."The fingers gradually slipped, took off the hand, and the fall continued! And when the non-commissioned officer had to admit that he was reckless, a long rope fell, encircled him, and hung him in the air like a picture from Raiders of the Lost Ark.

And the owner of the rope let go of the rope, his hairy fingers didn't work in the pipe, he did too well as a recruit, but he was too reckless, but among the Skadians, there were many such characters.

"Ahh O Emperor! "The situation is replaced, now the people who save will be saved, this black and dangerous pipeline is like a thing that is hungry for blood, and chooses people to eat.

In his moment of bad luck, the Sterling man somewhat regretted walking out of the gentle zone, but the glow from the hot burst made him unforgettable, and he did not regret shooting, because he was a Lytherin, and he only felt that he had gone too rashly, and that he should get more good things.

"Hah..."The sharp metal was getting closer and closer, and he clung to the wall, and although his landing speed decreased because his weight was not heavy, he still couldn't stop completely.

"It's over—" He was disillusioned, but suddenly a beam of light shot into the narrow, pitch-black pipe, as bright and shining as he had seen the Imperial Guard for the first time during the War of the Divine Calculation Tower.

"What!?" The light was strong enough to blind his eyes that he hadn't seen a star, and the heat was so intense that he could feel madness, and the metal turned to lava and fell with the pipes, giving him space to slow himself down.

"Huh... Emperor bless..."He raised his head and looked at the man who had saved him, Lieutenant Colonel, at this moment Alan Baier inserted the Katachan blade into the pipe in his right hand to fix his body, slowing down the landing, and took out the relict pistol in hot melt mode in his left hand.

"Boy, don't be too impulsive, everyone pay attention to the descent, lean against the wall, and slowly slide down."

"There's no time to play games, hurry, hurry." He seems a little cold, but if you want to survive in this era, you must be like this, and calmness means the destruction of humanity and survival.

The Stirling man gasped and watched as the non-commissioned officer handed over his rope as Skadi descended slowly and methodically, the pitch-black pipes seemed to have no end, and the terrible things and chaotic debris continued.

"The road is normal," the Letherin man calculated, how far he was to reach his goal, and that was his responsibility. There are still 2 kilometers, which is about half an hour at the current speed. ”

"Very well, we're going to be able to escape soon." Alan Bair said, blood spilling from his chest from the rescue operation, but he looked intently at the timer he was carrying.

The non-commissioned officer asked. "Boss, what are you doing with this thing?"

Alan Baier just said. "It's part of the action, and we wouldn't need it if nothing else."

The Letherins laughed. "No, there's an exit ahead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick metal limbs poked into the ground in an instant, cutting the pipe off, violently shaking and scattering parts.

"Oops! Is it a factory robotic arm? How does the enemy know!? The non-commissioned officer yelled, and then took out the hot melt and broke the long arm, but their path was completely blocked.

"Up! Crawling out of the pipe along the arm, we were discovered, can no longer be here, will be shot! Alan Bair commanded, and led the Skadi people upwards, watching as the servants in the metal crevices raised their weapons, shot at the upward Skadi soldiers, and then were smashed in the head by his precise attack, falling into the metal arm and the gap in the ground.

When the Skadier crawled back to the ground, the Lettling covered his eyes, he felt the sun for the first time, was it so dazzling, something hot and dry?

But the surface was just as he had thought, not the troops that greeted them, but a large garrison of servants near the Divine Tower, numbering tens of thousands, relying on automatic cannons and bunkers, trenches and equipment.

The Skadis kept shooting, dodging, and hiding next to the half-sized engineering equipment, while Alan Baier just looked at the timer in his hand, the wounds on his body cracked with intense activity, and the blood soaked his body.

"It's time!" He smiled and looked at the oil guys like demons, and with just one expression, the members of the Mechonist couldn't help but hide in bunker, because the Mecha had been scared out of fear by these madmen!

I got sick today, I didn't write 8,000 words, I only did 4,000

(End of chapter)