Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Generally speaking, the factories of the Human Empire have one characteristic. To put it simply, it is big, and it is huge.

Each factory is almost a small city, with giant boilers and casting production lines stretching out in every direction.

Under the giant artificial metal vault, the roar of machinery and the beating of spindles are forever echoing in the huge workshops, corridors and halls of the factory, sending countless human creations down the conveyor belt over the years.

There's nothing strange about that, right? Even if it is a civilian equipment factory, considering the huge population and territory of the current empire, even if the entire planet is transformed into the foundry world of the Mechanicum, it will still be completely insufficient, let alone the military production capacity required for the eternal war in the dark galaxy. .

And we have to take into account the war that is spreading across the galaxy, destroying countless production capacities all the time, turning planets into seas of fire, and the foundries on them also say goodbye to the empire.

Therefore, the administrative department of the empire, the Mechanicum and the Ministry of Military Affairs are always looking for supplements in various ways. When the production capacity of the legal imperial factories is insufficient, under the consideration of the "great" imperial managers, many, many such nests are established. Unlike Zhongchao, which is controlled by gangs, "illegal factories" have become valuable alternatives.

But what is outrageous is that in fact, the factories under the empire actually provide the vast majority of the income for the gangs. They rely on violent means to manage and exploit the workers, so many gang leaders have transformed into empires. A member of the elite.

Well, it seems that the former imperial dignitaries also entered this circle in this way. Oh, the empire is as familiar as ever.

But once upon a time, an ancient sage from Terra once said that where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and that's certainly true here.

Workers walked on the lower floor of the factory, among the foundries that had been silent for who knows how many years. Black and gray machines stood quietly in the turbid darkness on both sides. These machine souls were waiting to be destroyed after a long sleep. wake.

But these workers are not here to awaken the machine spirit, but to participate in a gathering, a religious gathering in the underground corridors of the Hammer Factory.

These workers walked through the long corridor that went straight to the end, and when they arrived at the arch at the other end, they were stopped by dozens of workers carrying kinetic rifles and laser guns.

On these arms are yellow armbands depicting a pair of coiled snakes, "Who are you?" "One soul, a confused soul." "Why are you here?" "Listen to the truth." "Why listen? ? "To embark on the road to salvation."

The two workers hugged each other, and the man with the gun motioned to move out of the way, "Go in, my brother, and may the Lord of the Redeemer bless you." "And may He bless you, brother."

After they entered the arch, a large number of workers had already gathered in this huge underground space. Some were carrying guns, and some were carrying short knives or metal sticks. They all gathered here to greet each other and Embrace and decorate every corner with poems praising the gods and blessing candles.

This dim underground "chapel" was illuminated by thousands of candles, and the orange-red prayer paper candle prints reflected a little bit of luster.

The believers gathered here. When the bell rang, they all looked up. Thousands of eyes looked at the other end of the steam pipeline and the hydraulic transmission shaft. On the pulpit where the foreman used to give orders in the past, a man wearing a The preacher in gray robes with a shining silver chain around his neck walked up.

There were many priests around him, all wearing gray robes and hiding their faces under their cloaks.

The missionary took off his hood, stood in front of everyone and shouted loudly, "Brothers of faith! You have heard the voice of the gods!"

The missionary shouted, his voice so loud that it could continue to propagate, echo and expand in the closed metal space without the need for any amplification equipment.

"You have seen the road to salvation, tell me! Have you seen the great other side?! Have you seen the great dawn of no more suffering?!"

The audience in the audience burst into violent cheers, and they shouted with a hysterical reaction of excitement, just like typical religious lunatics.

"My brothers and I are very honored to be here, with our humble bodies, to spread the light of redemption to this dark corner! But there is no need to worry, brothers, the Lord of the Redeemer has arrived! I am at the edge of the universe His voice has been heard! His salvation, his light and his hope will return to this dark corner!"

Red smoke began to spread here. The silent priests opened the gas tanks one by one, and a huge amount of pink dust was sprayed out of the gas valves. The active dust filled the entire hall almost in the blink of an eye.

There was another burst of cheers, and the workers shouted hysterically. Their faces were covered with pink dust, and their eyes were bloodshot. Countless muzzles and weapons were raised high, forming a turbulent ocean with countless arms. .

"There will be no more suffering! There will be no more suspicion! We will eventually embark on a great rise! And now, in order to welcome the Redeemer and His angels, you should take back everything that belongs to you and dedicate everything to Great Lord, because only in this way can you obtain true salvation!”

"Go! Seize the factory, use your weapons and beliefs to seize the factory, and kill those greedy and miserable heretics! Seize all this for the Lord of Redemption!"

Mosley, of course it was him, he yelled, pointing his fingers under his long robes to the numerous entrances and exits. A roar broke out among the workers, almost a beast's roar, and they rushed forward like a flood from a collapsed river bank. At each entrance and exit, thousands of guns and blunt objects were knocked together, and the sound of gunshots, knocks and footsteps that shook the earth echoed.

Mosley turned around and looked at the silent priests, "Go, my family brothers. Only our young religious brothers are left to go with me to open the underground passage. All the rest, for the sake of salvation." Lord, give me the kill.”

The priests who were taller and stronger than ordinary people nodded slightly. They walked towards the entrances and exits, heading towards the killing field without carrying any weapons. Or maybe they were weapons themselves, terrifying weapons of faith.

Mosley and the two pastors who remained at the scene nodded to each other, and then walked to the aisle behind the pulpit.

Gunshots and shouts of death soon rang overhead. Mosley walked in the tunnel and smiled with satisfaction. Everything was as he expected. His army of faith would seize the factory. With the help of his family brothers, they would Take it all before Vito, that arrogant idiot.

He will prove that only he is Mosley! The listeners of the gods’ words and their chosen ones, only he can lead everyone on the road to salvation, and finally get the first and greatest salvation in front of the gods!

With this excitement that made him tremble all over, Mosley came to a door. He nodded slightly to the young priest, who then walked to the air valve on one side and used great strength with his companions. Turn that dial.

With the rotation of the red metal valve, rapid negative pressure gas was sprayed out from the exhaust port, and the heavy mechanical lock began to move in front of Mosley's eyes. With a burst of roar and noise, the ancient metal door in front of him slowly moved toward the door. One side slid open, opening access to this unknown underground tunnel.

Mosley walked out of the door with a sarcastic smile. He had expected Vito and his ungodly subordinates to wait here for a long time, but the reality was completely different, or completely opposite.

Mosley looked around this underground passage with great confusion. There was no one between the barriers. The empty tunnel was silent and seemed to be a completely dead space.

The great missionary turned his head and looked at the two equally surprised pastors, but their doubts were soon dispelled. Applause echoed in the tunnel, and a man came out with the iconic expression on his face. Smile.

"It's on time, Mosley, it's on time." Vito said with a smile, standing in front of the tunnel, Mosley walked angrily into the depths of the tunnel, straight towards Vito, "Where are your people? The Redeemer is here Up! My followers are fighting bloody battles above! Let your people help them!"

"Don't worry, they will go. It's just a small discrepancy in the plan. I haven't had time to tell you yet." "Small discrepancy? What small discrepancy?"

Vito smiled slightly and snapped his fingers, "This."

Suddenly, another figure appeared from the dark corner behind Mosley. The slender figure held a shotgun and fired two shots to shatter the head of the young priest who followed him.

Mosley was shocked and turned his head to see the gunman. When he saw clearly, he was furious and veins popped out on his head, "Silver Snake! Vito! What are you going to do?!"

Vito smiled and shrugged slightly, "I prepared a list of losses. You see, there is a name on this list of those who unfortunately died in the Battle of the Factory, the Great Missionary Mosley."

Mosley understood, and he roared, a beast-like voice rising from his throat, "Traitor! Shameful betrayal! I'm going to kill you!"

Before Mosley finished speaking, he had already rushed over. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see his steps clearly. He rushed in front of Vito at a very fast speed. He raised his palms! No! It's a claw!

His entire fingers became extremely long and sharp at some point, and they were completely in the shape of mutated claws. He grabbed Vito's neck, but at this moment, Vito suddenly reacted with extremely fast speed and strength that was completely impossible, A punch hit him on the chin.

Mosley was sent flying and hit the wall on one side. After he landed, he roared and pounced on Vito. This time, the latter quickly turned around and escaped Mosley's attack. Vito He turned around and kicked the missionary in the face with his silver-plated combat boots. Several teeth shattered and flew out. The latter rolled over and recovered before getting up.

No, he was lying on the ground, he yelled in an inhuman voice, and his face began to look less like a human form, but a distorted face like a chaotic mutation.

Vito frowned, and during the few milliseconds he was thinking about what kind of mutation this was, Mosley suddenly turned his head and looked at the Silver Snake, then roared and flew over.

Silver Snake was startled and picked up the shotgun and fired continuously. However, it was obvious that Silver Snake without accessories could not hit such a high-speed moving target, and all three shots missed.

Mosley flew up and down, knocking away the shotgun, and then used his sharp claws to tear the fastening strap of the Silver Snake's face mask. The leather strap tore instantly and the mask flew out.

Almost immediately, Silver Snake began to cough violently. She held her neck and struggled to breathe, but Mosley did not stop. He threw Silver Snake to the ground and grabbed her arm with his giant claws.

The mutant roared, and its claws began to shrink in size. The beautiful female bartender let out a scream. She looked at her arm, and bone conduction made her hear and feel the sound of bones breaking.

But her voice soon choked because she had difficulty breathing, her eyes became cloudy and bloodshot, and she coughed violently and it hurt.

Mosley raised a claw and pointed his sharp teeth at the silver snake's throat, "Die! Bitch!"

"It's you who should die, remember?" A voice said from behind, but before Mosley could turn his head, the back of his head was pinched, and Vito threw him over the shoulder with one hand. on the ground.

The concrete floor cracked instantly. Not only that, a violent electric current shot out from Vito's palm, and Mosley screamed. He screamed hysterically, and his limbs kept twitching and wailing.

Lightning bounced continuously on the ground around him. Vito glared at the mutant in front of him, raised his other fist and hit his face like a cannonball, and his head also hit the ground like a cannonball, directly A small shallow pit was made, and then he passed out completely.

Vito didn't stop, and immediately turned around and grabbed the breathing mask on the ground, came to Silver Snake, and put it back on Silver Snake's face. In an instant, the breathing valve started to work, and she no longer coughed and could breathe.

She pressed the breathing valve with her only remaining hand, and sat up with Vito's help. She leaned weakly on Vito's chest, and her right hand fell limply to the side.

Vito cursed in a low voice, and suddenly heard the sound of metal footsteps hitting the ground. He pulled out his bolt gun at an extremely fast speed and pointed it at the source of the sound, the source of the sound in red robes.

"Vito, she needs treatment." The mechanical voice said, "Nonsense, I can see that, since you are here, can't you come and help? Omega."

The eyes of the mechanical sage flashed with data. There were several weapons behind him, especially one of the mechanical hands stained with blood. The sage put those arms under his robe, and then another mechanical hand probed It came out with an injection on it.

"Behind the arch, there were obviously people looking for us from the factory, Mosley missionaries, they, coming from inside the factory, and I stopped them."

Omega squatted down and injected the syringe into Silver Snake's arm. The painful expression gradually calmed down, and there was a slight crisp sound in the arm.

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mandrake potion? Bell asked you to bring it?" "Correct. Bell thought that with your unique style of conduct, you would need battlefield medical treatment, so he asked me to bring it."

Omega's eyes scanned the silver snake, and then stood up, "She will be fine, the Mandela potion has begun to take effect, and her bones will recover within a week. Praise the Emperor and Omnissiah."

Vito sighed and hugged Silver Snake. The latter cursed in a low voice. Apparently the pain was still there. Vito smiled bitterly and said, "This date is not a good one." "You can see that. "

Silver Snake also smiled bitterly and leaned his head in Vito's arms, "Go back, I need a drink." "Me too, by the way, I have some questions to ask Mosley, Omega, help me carry him away."

As he spoke, Vito turned his head and looked at the priest's body in the distance, "We are disposing of them."

The mechanical sage stretched out his mechanical arms from under his robe. One of them sprayed out flames, instantly igniting the two corpses. The other hands dragged Mosley, who had grown in size, to follow Vito. The group disappeared into the tunnel.