Chapter 168 Pandora's Box Is Opening, Despair and Hope

Chapter 168 Pandora’s box is opening, despair and hope coexist

The tangle of pipes and passages in the Ark of Omen has been filled with those orcs, and their rough legs have broken the adamantine, once heretic forts or something more demanding, while maintaining the basic capabilities of those things while looting the ark in the number Not many resources.

Without Merovingian's acquiescence, its surviving body suddenly had a path to choose from. It used all the remaining resources and metals to cast a waaaagh stand-jumping device for teleportation, and the Orc warship would be used as a route. The target provides a point to leave that sector through the Warp, to a place beyond the reach of the Imperium, where the Orks and the Ark of Omen can rest.

But cooperation is not without conflicts. At this moment, Duyan looked at the Keliang panel in the control room, his expression wrinkled up. "During that time, I maintained the beacon for about half a year?"

Merovin's emotionless voice answered the One-Eye who was looking at the holographic image panels. The One-Eye angrily used his fists to smash the entire panel made of ordinary steel into a dent. The sound was so loud that even the boys working there were stunned. Stirring.

"I...my stupid machine should cut off all sources of energy after it loses its power to maintain its own vitality!"

"Now not only do we need an extra week to use the spacecraft to collect heat sources around the star, but the main force of the Red Pirates may also be close to that star area!"

"I know how much trouble my stupid behavior has caused us?!" One-Eye was very angry. After all, Merovingian Ruming was a drag. Not only was it unable to generate resources, the orcs had to find a way to move the entire huge Ark of Omen. Let's go, there will be follow-up renovation work and so on.

"We demolished most of the turrets in that place. During that time, I was completely defenseless, understand? And yet I let us take action for so long before providing...control panel permissions?"

Merovingian responded as if he was wrong to One-Eye's accusation. "Whether this fulfills the contract signed with the Red Pirates, or does it give him the greatest likelihood of being rescued after calculation."

"And he wouldn't have ended up like this if we hadn't helped the Imperial Guard."

"Secondly, he needs a period of time to evaluate whether we really want to enter his body and not simply use him as a prop." Merovin's calm answer made One-Eye even more angry, but his attitude was reasonable. One-Eye Holding back his anger, he released his green fist before he smashed the control room there.

"Adjutant, what is the situation with the subspace storm?" He immediately asked for the most requested information. During that time, the orcs were still closely monitoring the fluctuations near Mandeville Point. Even if such work was easily discovered by the Imperial Navy, They must also know the road conditions.

The Orks fear warp invasion, but warp storms can complicate matters by throwing ships off course.

the adjutant replied. "From the reconnaissance information three days ago, we found that the subspace is gradually stabilizing, and normal navigation will be possible in half a month."

One-eye chewed the confinement. "Half a month, a lot of time, the engine is finished, and then our battleship arrives..."

"That's right, we can't take risks and ask the boys to add engines. During that time, they propelled Merovingian out of the void at sub-light speed. Remember to install the engine on the dark side so that the Empire cannot find it."

"That star region now is the world before Pandora's Box was opened. When the subspace is completely faded, those desperate people will overflow and completely pull that star region into the flames of war."

"We just need to escape, and then recuperate. Before the real war and waaagh come, we need to hibernate and absorb nutrients." One-Eye replied calmly, and the other bosses who were still alive nodded. The little orc would be worse than the one-eyed horse. It was because he had brought so many miracles and victories that they would not hesitate to implement those seemingly crazy plans.

The rise of the orcs was in full swing, and those chaotic and twisted things were also blocked by the subspace storm and docked on the outskirts of the star area, but the Imperial Guard knew nothing about such a situation.

They were fully focused on how to deal with the heresy of that forge world. Pan Lan was too valuable for that sector. The behemoth of the Astra Militarum had to give up their originally insensitive sense of war. All resources are under the dispatch of the extermination order and external comfort.

The empire is like this. It is powerful, huge, terrifying, but swollen, slow, and immovable. It is also the only lodging place and home for mankind. But at this moment, at the end of that dark forty millennium, it is no longer there. A stormy world.

The soldiers of the empire were looking at the brass-colored planet from the battleship. The completely overwhelming battle situation and the feeling of being aloof made them feel a little carried away. After all, humans can easily control that kind of power by controlling that huge war engine. Be confused with your true power.

This is what the driver says when the captain is away. "The Astra Militarum is the backbone, the Imperial Navy is the bones, the Imperial Guard is the flesh, the Commander-in-Chief is the brains, and many other officers are the joints and organs, so what does the Ministry of Military Affairs have to do with it?"

The officer next to him finished fiddling with his controller, then pressed the east fire button, shooting the Adeptus Mechanicus' battle barge, and then answered. "appendix."

replied the officer who asked the question. ‘Exactly! "

But the Imperial Navy did not know that when their huge warships came to the low-Earth orbit, in addition to the heretics of the Mechanicus, there were also many loyalists who were committed to the war. When the honor of the Empire was like the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, those warriors felt that their bodies were flat and red for no reason.

The nightmare that was looming outside the atmosphere was clearly detected by the Sage's artificial eyes. The war had come to the most intense late stage. He was not sure whether he could win, but he had completely controlled the entire military force of the enemy's second branch.

A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of bones. Moreover, he was not a famous general, but a scholar. His victory was paved with countless blood, and he did so only because they needed to survive.

There were too many things involved in that matter, their own lives, honor, future and piety. Being labeled as a heretic and dying in the extermination order was almost the greatest insult to the believers of the Imperial Dogs except for direct trial.

Dignity and life, the meaning of life and hatred drove the dry planet. Blood permeated that world and moistened the gaps between the gears.

The sage used the skull to detect the distant core city and its signal transmitter in mid-air, but he was more anxious to find his child. The resistance in that area had already raised the void shield, and the generators in the villa area were roaring continuously.

The metal tower that was originally used to send signals to the nobles there was surrounded by the Skitarii. They built many small ion shields or deflection shields on it, and large-caliber shell-ejecting weapons, as well as reinforced logging guns and depleted uranium flintlocks, were prepared early.

"It's really a TMD iron wall..." The adjutant commented on the image conveyed by the skull, but the sage who had experienced the war replied. "They must attack there as soon as possible, and they can't even give priority to helping the rebels in the residential area."

That sentence was very strange. He was obviously worried, but he chose the big picture, because if the extermination order fell, the lives there and the sacrifices brought by the war would be meaningless.

The sage regained humanity in the war, and Ru Ming also wanted to give up humanity, but no matter what, his attitude was not cold, but gentle like the light of the stars in spring.

But it was just an attitude. His emotionless electromagnetic voice issued the cruel orders that were originally wrong to his legs. "The troops are gathering. All the rebels in the main nest want to end their war and let Panlan return to the empire. They need to communicate with the Imperial Navy to provide them with star ports and assistance, maps and manpower in time."

"Just take the area in front of the east. Except for the core divine tower, the nest has returned to Om Messiah."

But no matter how exciting the words of the sage were, the long-term continuous fighting also made the soldiers tired. The joint army composed of humans, mechanical servants, sages or priests was actually on the verge of collapse.

The defeated army could no longer capture any place in the east, and the sages knew it very well. Therefore, in this war, the sages would not join the command. Instead, their goal was to be in the temporary communication room, using their lifelong knowledge to crack the permissions of the radar communicator, so that the equipment could send a clear and good signal to let the Imperial Guard know that the world was valuable.

The price was that it took only a few minutes to spend tens of thousands of deaths to attract Director Hongzhi stationed here to strengthen the firewall system, and every microsecond of communication represented the disappearance of countless lives.

The dark communication tower was chilling with dense shooting holes and installations. After a short slogan, the adjutant began to charge with a gun in his leg. "No Empire!"

"No Empire!"

But in the communication room, it was different. It was quiet and even suffocating. Several inhuman-looking technology sages lowered their heads in front of countless pipes and complex communication equipment. Those mechanical legs and arms shook, making movements that mortals could not do.

"Pull the piston once, the bell will ring once."

"Give him the repeater."

"Alternate once, pass on once, press the fuse on the repeater."

Click, pull the lever to the east, orderly as if in a factory.

"Pull the lever once, the bell will ring twice."

"Give him the communication line."

"Pass on twice, alternate twice, weld the wire, press the button."

Dongdong, the red light flashes, the communicator rings low, humming, exchanged for the lives of tens of thousands of people.

"Press the button, the bell will ring three times."

"Transmit data to him, praise Ohm Messiah, praise the God of All Machines."

"Praise him and the millions of compatriots who sacrificed, praise the beauty of the vast knowledge of the void, praise the complex mystery of data and algebra..."

"Transmit data, turn on the equipment, start the source power, drive the promethium."

"For the adamantium and sacrifice, praise Ohm Messiah."

The sages of the Mechanicus murmured. "Zan Om Messiah."

The communicator was dialed, data was transmitted, and the Imperial Command began to see the distribution map of the enemy on the ground, the specific situation of the foreign riots, the list of loyalists, and the sages' full-scale requests for pardon and calls for support.

But those things cannot be sent instantly, the director said in a low voice. "Five minutes..."

"Expected, all destroyed..."

Silence, because the sages there knew that the director's calculation was correct. The automatic cannon roared on the surface, and flesh was smashed by shells. The woodcutter's gun was used on a living person without armor like a ball of movable butter, and the uranium flintlock gun could pass through the core area of ​​the servitor.

The troops without the command of the sage suffered very fast losses. They kept approaching the tower one after another, hoping to get enough attention from the sage who ruled the tower. They were even willing to rely on death to buy time.

After all, the extermination order was not death. There was no need to hesitate between the two choices of dying without dignity and letting the world continue to survive.

On the battlefield, the sage's adjutant hid behind the wall bunker made of the corpses of the mechs, counting his equipment, then raised the laser gun, killed a cheap mech with three or four shots, and then skillfully dodged the strafing and fell into the "accidental trench" blown up by the grenade next to him.

Humans are not faster than bullets. He almost habitually makes evasive movements, which is more like gambling than dodging, but the adjutant is already used to it. He took off his helmet, took out a small bag of transparent things from it, and drank it.

"Very sad, Amset..." He lay in the trench, watching his comrades falling one after another. It was like that in the Imperial Guard, a feeling that he was no longer important, no matter how good he was at fighting.

He took out the smokeless cigarettes used by the Rangers from his tactical belt, and wanted to take a puff, but found that he could not find his lighter.

"Fuck." He groped for a pile of corpses and other things there, and finally found a ball of flame at the location of the servitor fuel tank ignited by uranium.

It was radioactive and powerful.

He crossed his legs, listened to the roar of artillery fire, and waited for a gap skillfully, then raised his weapon, shot, killed one person, dodged, reloaded, and took a puff of cigarette.

He would undoubtedly survive, no matter what, he would survive, the Mechanicus was not more terrible than the aliens, he exhaled a puff of smoke. "Did that guy find his children..." The adjutant muttered, and looked at the temporary recruits hiding in the trenches in fear nearby, and couldn't help but think about what he would be like.

They were almost shooting blindly, raising their heads from time to time. The two men were not very old, probably family members of the Mechanicus, and were supposed to become priests or gear boys in the future. However, the bullets they fired at the moment were useless. How sad...

Useless soldiers, he was about to open his mouth to give some instructions, but a standard Mechanicus heavy servitor grenade landed there.

"Oops." He wanted to leave the trench, but saw that the two new recruits next to him, Daoxuan, were not able to react.

"Fuck, let's get out of here!" He pressed against the buttocks of the two new recruits, Daoxuan, and pushed them out with all his strength before they could react. The adjutant didn't know why he did that, but he felt that the Empire needed scholars more than veterans.

He looked at the black thing on the ground, blew out a smoke ring, and looked up at the two stupid new recruits outside the trench looking at him resentfully, running away in the hail of bullets.

He raised his middle finger, and then flames burst out. The two soldiers were completely stunned, and the adjutant was left with only his ceramic steel bulletproof vest and dog tags intact.

The shreds of his clothes scattered and fell on the battlefield in an unattended corner. The man's name was written on his chest, but no one in that world knew who he was, what he had done, whether he was a successful person or a loyal person.

There were roaring bullets and endless death, howling to welcome Mr. Pain to settle in that universe.