Chapter 180 More Like a Devil than a Hero

The shining and pulsating flame exploded in the core of the God Calculation Tower, and the melted iron and magma fell on the shoulders of the imperial officers when they cooled.

But among those things, the tiny artificial intelligence core chip, which was beyond the current human understanding, was resistant to high temperatures and could handle countless things alone. It was regarded as a treasure from the source of the soul, or the AI ​​outer core of Pandora's Box. It was actively sandwiched in the scrap iron and fell on the shoulders of Alan Baier, and continued to send electrical signals.

Most of the iron objects were knocked away by him. After that, the imperial officer looked at the dark age iron man with a crazy smile at that moment, which revived the long and long memories in the electronic circuits of those guys who should not be afraid of anything.

At the end of the Iron Man War, those human heroes who attacked them suicidally because they did not survive also had such crazy expressions.

"The retreat agreement is activated!" After a brief handover of the processor commander, the second iron man in the team, who used two power fists as multiple weapons, took the command and issued such an order.

They could not find a place to stay in the human empire's slaughter and serve the governor. For thousands of years, they have been serving as high-level bodyguards of the Mechanicus in the upper levels of the Tower of Divination. Countless flesh and blood fell in front of them, including assassins of the Inquisition or Eldar aliens.

But they did not seem to have fear. The reason why the Iron Men's thoughts revived was very simple. It was the original fear that the human heroes buried 20,000 years ago.

Escape, this word is particularly absurd when used in artificial AI, but without the miraculous technology and ability to copy will like the tomb center of the Necrons, at the end of the dark 40th millennium, the Iron Men who once threatened the galaxy were also a grain of dust in the sea, not erased by time, but only sunk in the dark.

Tat tt tt, the Iron Men and the broken void shields that left at a very fast speed were covered with the shooting of the Imperial Guard and the gradually lost skin.

For the first time, Alanbair felt that his skin was completely burned, but the iron man was quite strong and helped him to resist most of the damage with the strongest breastplate.

But when the fine gold fragments burst out of the hot melt penetrated his thigh, bright red liquid flowed out of his flesh and blood. For the first time in a long time, he was injured.

The flesh and blood body could not bear the weight and fell to the ground. Life was so fragile and tough. It could make countless heroic deeds, but it could also die because of the most basic wound. As he walked on the ground, his thigh was bleeding like a rare steak.

"Hurry up, artificial skin, tonic, hemostatic agent, hurry up!" The sergeant shouted anxiously, and the Leitling people looked worried. Alanbair barely stood up dizzy. The blood from the wound soaked his military uniform, and the blood was stained. The molten iron fell on his helmet and shoulders, looking like a legendary demon.

"It's okay, he's fine, go in through the pipe." Ailanbaier took the tonic and inserted it directly into his blood vessels accurately and madly. The stimulant and madness allowed him to move forward slowly.

He did not ask his companions to support him or ask for help, he just said. "Those iron men have gone to report, hurry up, hurry up."

They must race against time. The enemy may have realized that they came and went through the pipe, so it would be too easy to block them.

The time is not yet...

He needs to wait, those unsettled things need to be cleared up by war. In the void where the Chaos Gods are rampant, the winner does not necessarily need to be strong, but needs loyalty.

What God of All Machines, is he just a waste who sold his soul? When the illusion brought by the tonic filled his body, the lieutenant colonel stood up straight. "Ha... hurry."

He took the lead and climbed into the pipe. The dark place should not be the road for the Imperial Guard to pass through. They want to get their dignity and victory back in their legs, so they need to be patient.

Gray, smelly, cold metal pipes, the Leitlings re-recognized their homeland, which was like hell. He squeezed through the crowd and took the initiative to lead the team. Without leaving any memories, he felt a sense of joy like a new life, focusing on his heart that was broken by the cruelty of society but still loyal.

He took the initiative to speak. "They went out from the drain, where there was no place to intercept them. The whole way was underground and far away from the vents. There was too little water in that world. The design of the drain was more for decoration and special circumstances. Most of the sewage would be purified, and the excrement would be made into food, which made it very clean there, and its exit led directly to the wilderness. They would be safe there."

Alan Baier asked, covering his burned wound. "Then how can I be sure of the situation there? It's normal if it's blocked by debris."

"He doesn't know, no one knows. There is really no one to investigate and maintain such a place that is not needed, but he believes that it is the best place for them to retreat."

"The water pipe with a slope structure can let them slide eastward, just need to pay attention to control the speed of falling eastward, they can reach the city in a few hours." The Sterlings showed a crazy smile, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard had to admit it.

"That's really a bad amusement park. Is the water in the amusement park in summer?"

"Hahaha... I can think of it." Alan Baier looked at the sergeant.

"How about it, yes or no..."

The sergeant answered immediately. "Believe that the forest warriors are not afraid of the enemy and will not miss the opportunity, sir."

"Then, let's open the amusement park and have a good time." Alan Baier supported the pipe wall and kept moving forward, and the Leitlings also accelerated.

The restless breath of promethium and the slowly shaking exterior of the building told them that the Mechanicus was in action, and those demons made of metal were hunting down the group of flesh and blood who did not know the heights of the sky and the earth, begging to use their souls and flesh to sacrifice their souls. god.

When the Imperial Guard stroked through the vents of those narrow pipes like mice, they had to hold their breath, watch vigilantly, and quietly watch the movements of the servants of the Mechanicus who were exploring everywhere. When the detection detectors stretched in, Kata Chang had to risk his life to catch the detection servitor, severely tear off its legs and arms, and smash its monitor to delay time.

If you come from the east, you will be like a mouse, twisting and hiding, changing the route so that the enemy cannot guess their target.

Alan Bayer felt that their luck had run out. In the short journey of several thousand meters, such things happened almost three or four times, which greatly delayed their speed. On several occasions, the enemy even guessed their location. , started shooting at the wrong wall, and the projectiles grazed his helmet, almost causing him more wounds.

Although they were outnumbered on the road, the Imperial Guard still felt humiliated by being forced by that group of scientific researchers. If they had the opportunity to fire another bullet at the enemy and kill a few more people, they would definitely be happy. Do it.

At the end of the road, the experienced Imperial Guard soldier asked. "Is it just that thing?" The sergeant held up a light source and shined it on the dark place like the east slide in front of him. It was a huge and terrifying slope with no way out.

"It's just like my mother's* pipe, it's black and smelly." The size can only accommodate one person, and the walls of the pipe are very slippery. The ground protects the moisture there from drying up, making the escape plan more difficult.

The sergeant had no choice, and the Letling man asked him mockingly. "Sir, are you scared?"

"No, Catachan warriors won't be afraid. He will land first." He pressed his thighs against the wall, using his legs and arms to confirm the deceleration. He held the light source in his mouth and looked forward.

The rich smell of plant fermentation, with a slight alcoholic smell and sweetness, and more of rot and death, makes the Catachan people feel as if they have returned to their hometown, while the wet and sticky pipe walls are even more irritated by the annoying moss-like plants. Will it bring a lot of trouble to the Imperial Guard?

Swish, swish, swish, the moss on the wall of the pipe was scraped away by military boots, leaving behind two red marks and the sound of metal collision.

"Asshole, it's sliding too fast!" The big man from Sterling showed off, but it was difficult to slow down that speed, so he immediately got into the pipe and took out his rope.

"Not so fast! There will be obstacles in that semi-abandoned pipeline!" He stuck the rope on the platform at the entrance of the pipeline, and quickly descended eastward, so that his speed could be faster than the non-commissioned officer's landing. He looked at the non-commissioned officer The light emitted, he kept showing off.

The sergeant also replied. "He wanted to stop, but the pipe was too wet!"

"Damn it..." the Sterling man cursed, and saw something faintly gleaming in the east. "There's something!"

The sergeant lowered his head and saw the thing in the looming light. It was a horizontal, shining ball of scrap metal, with a sharp protrusion like a blade. If he was falling at the speed he was now, his body would definitely be different. Wear it!

"Emperor!"

He thought about dying because of the enemy, or losing in the war, or in the worst case scenario, being captured, being played to death by aliens or heretics in humiliation, but whether he could slip through the pipe...

He took out the Catachan dagger. "He won't die!" The sharp blade was inserted into the pipe, and the crackling fireworks slightly slowed his descent to the east, but the wet moss on his leg fingers prevented him from holding on too hard.

"Oops..." The fingers of the leg gradually slipped off, the leg fell off, and Dongluo continued! And when the sergeant had to admit that he was reckless, the long rope fell down and circled him, hanging him in the air like a scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark.

But the owner of the rope loosened the rope, and his hairy leg fingers did not work in the pipe. As a recruit, he did a great job, but he was indeed too reckless, and he was among the Skadis. , there are indeed many such characters.

"Ah! Emperor!" The situation has changed. Now the rescuer is begging to be rescued. The dark and dangerous pipe is like a thing that is thirsty for blood and chooses people to devour.

At the moment when he was about to be unlucky, the Stirling somewhat regretted walking out of the gentle zone, but the light from the explosion of hot melt made him unforgettable for a long time. He did not regret shooting, because he was not a Lytling, so he felt that he had left. It's too rash, I should get more good stuff.

"Ha..." The sharp metal was getting closer and closer, and he grabbed the wall hard. Although his falling speed dropped due to his light weight, he still couldn't stop completely.

"It's over..." He lost all hope, but suddenly a beam of light shot into the narrow, dark pipe, as bright and shining as the first time he saw the Imperial Guard during the Battle of the God's Calculation Tower.

"What!?" The strong light was enough to blind his eyes, which had never seen stars. The strong heat made him feel crazy. The metal turned into lava and followed the pipe to the east. As a result, he gained space and increased his speed. Slow down.

"Ha...the Emperor bless..." He raised his head and looked at the person who saved him, the Lieutenant Colonel. At this moment, Alan Bair's right leg was inserted into the pipe with the Catachan blade to fix the body, slowing down the landing speed, and taking out the heat from his left leg. Relic leg gun in melt mode.

"Boy, don't be too impulsive. Please pay attention to Dongsheng, lean on the wall and slide slowly to the east."

"No time to play games, hurry up, hurry up." He seemed a little cold, but in that era, if you wanted to survive, you had to be so. Being calm meant destroying humanity and survival.

The Sterlings panted and watched the sergeant hand over his rope. The Skadis slowly descended in an orderly manner. The dark pipe seemed to have no end, and those terrible things and chaotic debris continued.

"The road is quite normal..." The Lightlings calculated how far it would take to reach the target, and his responsibility was to do so. "About 2 kilometers, about half an hour at the current speed."

"Very good, they will be able to escape soon." Alanbair said, because of the rescue operation, his chest was bleeding a lot, but he was concentrating on the timer he was carrying.

The sergeant asked. "Boss, what are you doing with that thing?"

Alanbair said. "This is part of the operation. If nothing goes wrong, they don't need it."

The Lightlings laughed. "No, there is an exit ahead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick metal limbs instantly penetrated into the ground and cut off the pipe, with violent vibrations and scattered parts flying around.

"Oops! Is it the mechanical leg arm used in the factory? How does the enemy know!?" The sergeant cursed, and then took out the hot melt to break the long leg arm, but their way was completely blocked.

"Go! Climb out of the pipe along the leg arm, they have been discovered, don't go there, they will be shot!" Ailanbaier ordered, and led the Skadi people to keep going. The mechanical servants who looked at the metal gap raised their weapons and shot the Skadi soldiers who were approaching, and then they were smashed in the head by his precise attack and fell into the gap between the metal leg arm and the ground.

When the Skadi people crawled back to the ground, the Lightling people covered their eyes. He felt the sun for the first time. Was it such a dazzling and hot thing?

But the surface was just as he thought. There was no army to welcome them, but a large number of mechanical servants stationed near the tower, tens of thousands of people, relying on automatic guns and bunkers, trenches and equipment, staring at them.

The Skadi kept shooting, dodging, hiding next to half of the engineering equipment, and Alanbair looked at the timer in his leg. The wound on his body burst due to the intense activity, and the blood soaked his body.

"It's time!" He smiled like a devil and looked at those oilers. With just one expression, the members of the Mechanicus couldn't help but hide in the bunker, because the Mechanicus had been scared by those crazy people!

I'm sick tomorrow, so I didn't write 8,000 words, but I did 4,000.