My Desperate Journey in 40k

The company commander looked at the Alphas in front of him and said in a serious tone that the heat-melts sent to the Alphas had been tampered with and could only be detonated remotely.

"Captain, isn't this a bit inappropriate? We are Astartes, the Emperor's angels. Isn't it a bit of a waste to carry out this kind of mission?"

An Alpha looked at the melta bomb in his hand and asked the company commander.

"Are you going to disobey the Divine Emperor's mission? Are you a coward?"

The company commander looked at Alpha in front of him, took out his plasma pistol and pointed it at his head.

"I dare not. For the Emperor of God, it is our life's work as angels of death."

Alpha looked at the plasma pressing against his head and quickly spoke to the company commander.

"We will have veterans leading this mission, rest assured you will survive."

The company commander put away his plasma pistol, patted Alpha on the shoulder, and said to him with a smile. Although the company commander was smiling, Alpha always felt that the captain's eyes were as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Come on, the time has come, charge with these guys."

The company commander looked at the time displayed on the terminal on his arm, and then shouted to the travelers who had been waiting for a long time.

It was said that the team was led by veterans, but when the Alphas looked at the time travelers, they looked like a supervision team. The time travelers were all dressed in Iron Cavalry Terminators, holding a Thunder Hammer in one hand and a twin-barreled bolter in the other.

"Captain, are we starting now? At least let us wear power armor!"

Alpha looked at those time travelers and shouted to the company commander in shock.

The company commander did not respond to Alpha's words, but just smiled and retreated behind the traversers. The Alphas looked at the smiling company commander in front of them and finally realized that they were obviously exposed!

But it was useless to know that. They wanted to detonate the thermal melt bomb and die together at the moment just now, but Alpha was surprised to find that no matter how they operated the thermal melt bomb, it would not explode.

This group of Alphas looked at the time travelers surrounding them and silently stopped what they were doing, because they knew that no matter what they did, it was impossible for them to escape from these Iron Cavalry Terminators. This group of Alphas were taken to the front line surrounded by a group of time travelers.

On the front-line positions, the firing of various heavy weapons never stopped, even when the barrel of the weapon had overheated. Whenever a weapon overheated, a group of professional oilers would quickly climb onto the weapon and replace the overheated equipment at a speed that surprised all the Mechanicus sages.

"Are these the Alphas? They are good at disguising themselves. They have even changed their race."

On the battlefield, a time traveler looked at the Alphas who were driven away by other time travelers and said with regret that in order to blend in with the time travelers, those Alphas even forced themselves to change their appearance into yellow people through surgery.

"Okay, let's start the charge!"

Alpha was brought to the ground outside the position. The traversers looked at the group of greenskins in front of them, pointed their bolters at the Alphas, and said fiercely.

After hearing the words of the traversers, Alpha's face struggled for a moment, and then he obediently rushed towards the group of greenskins. They were thinking of throwing the hot melt into the group of greenskins as soon as possible, and then running away quickly.

"Hehehe..., that's great, this plan is a no-brainer."

The company commander looked at the Alphas rushing into the greenskin group, and the moment they rushed into the greenskin group, he silently pressed the detonation button of the thermal bomb.

"Snapped!!!"

The flames of the thermal-melt explosion flashed among the greenskins, and a large number of greenskins were engulfed by the flames of the thermal-melt explosion. The company commander looked at the explosion in the greenskins and sent the on-site video he had just taken to Wang Ming.

"It's better to make good use of waste."

On the "Imperial Truth", in Wang Ming's office, Wang Ming looked at the video on the screen in front of him and smiled and talked to himself.

This was part of Wang Ming's plan. Wang Ming was very annoyed by the previous threats from Alpha and originally wanted to execute all the Alphas who were found on the spot. But after Wang Ming calmed down, he thought again, instead of killing them directly, why not make full use of these guys?

"What a delightful plan it is to make these traitors pay the price they deserve."

Wang Ming was very happy when he saw the Alphas holding the thermal bombs and exploding. He even wanted to sing a song.

"The Emperor is shining in the sky~, I'm going to blow up Chaos~, Chaos said it was good morning~, and asked me why I was carrying a bag of explosives~."

Wang Ming stood up from his office chair, humming a song he had made up on the spot, walked out of the office and headed to the printing room. He now needed Minerva to help him make a new set of power armor.

"Captain Wang Ming, what do you need?"

Wang Ming walked into the printing room, and Minerva's holographic projection appeared instantly and asked Wang Ming.

"My power armor is broken, and I need to make a new set of power armor."

While Wang Ming was speaking to Minerva, he operated the printing table and imported the previous design drawings of the power armor into it.

"Okay, Captain Wang Ming, does the power armor need to be modified this time?"

Minerva looked at Wang Ming who was operating the printing table and asked him with a smile. Although it was a little girl smiling at him, Wang Ming still felt a little awkward because Minerva's smile was too programmed, just like the smile of a rag doll.

"This shouldn't be the case. Are AI's expression control so poor? It wasn't like this when it scolded me before."

Wang Ming looked at Minerva's smile and subconsciously thought of Alpha. Could it be that Alpha had sneaked into the "Imperial Truth" and disabled Minerva?

"Minerva, isn't your smile a little too programmed?"

Wang Ming looked at the holographic projection of Minerva in front of him warily and asked tentatively.

"Do I have one? I don't have one. Wang Ming, can you please give me control of a security robot? I want to have an academic exchange with those cybernetic humans called Mechanicus priests."

The holographic projection of Minerva looked at Wang Ming and said, data streams composed of codes constantly flowing in her azure eyes.

"You..., you had a conflict with those oil guys?"

Wang Ming looked at Minerva and asked curiously. After hearing what Minerva said, Wang Ming almost guessed why Minerva was like this. It must be that the oil guys went to have academic exchanges with artificial intelligence again.

Ever since the two artificial intelligences of the "Imperial Truth" were activated, the oil guys have been emitting strong malice towards the two artificial intelligences. They think that artificial intelligence is hateful intelligence, and that Minerva and Captain Jiang Tao are heretics who blaspheme Om Messiah. Among them, the oil guys headed by Om Galradon are particularly fond of cursing.

The insults were so harsh that Minerva asked Wang Ming for permission to use the security robot more than once, hoping to have a good academic exchange with him on the subject of physics.

"How could that be, Captain Wang Ming? Look at me. I am just a weak and helpless little girl. How could I have a conflict with those iron lumps?"

Minerva looked at Wang Ming, still maintaining a programmed smile, and said to Wang Ming with a smile.

"Forehead……"

Wang Ming looked at Minerva helplessly and sighed. He was sure that the oil men felt that they had pissed Minerva off, otherwise she would never have spoken to him in that tone.

Silence. Wang Ming looked at Minerva who was still smiling. In the entire printing room, the only sound was the "clicking" sound of the printer constantly printing power armor.

"Well, can you tell me how they messed with you? I'll see if I can solve it."

After a long silence, Wang Ming couldn't hold back his smile when he saw Minerva's programmed smile. After greeting the mother of the nutrition cabin of the oil men in his heart, he slowly asked Minerva.

You know, Minerva's underlying system code is a kind mother. It's really not easy for the oil guys to make her so angry.

"Captain Wang Ming, let me tell you this. After the First Engineer Company left, they messed up my engine room and cut off dozens of my wires. I'm really speechless. Why did they let these guys who don't even know how to do basic maintenance into the engine room?"

After hearing what Wang Ming said, Minerva immediately put away her strange smile, and angrily recounted to Wang Ming the oil man's crimes.

"These are not the reasons why they pissed me off. The point is that someone inserted the code into my program! My self-check system is still being repaired!"

Minerva said angrily, waving her little fists and speaking to Wang Ming.

"Uh..., it is indeed bad."

Wang Ming listened to Minerva's narration, nodded and responded, the oil man did not do anything wrong this time. Captain Jiang Tao was able to control the security robot to expel the oil man, while Minerva could only use the working arm of the maintenance robot to continuously hit the oil man's metal heel.

"Look, they're here again."

Minerva opened a holographic screen as he spoke. On the holographic screen, a group of engine oil guys were sneaking into Minerva's computer room.

"Fine……"

Wang Ming felt like a parent listening to his child's complaints. He slowly walked out of the printing room, preparing to go to Minerva's computer room to catch those oil dealers in the act.

Chapter 161 The Last Alpha's Plan

"Ahem, ahem, the Mechanical Priest in front, what are you doing?"

Wang Ming looked at the mechanical priest in the machine room and asked them.

When the mechanical priests saw Wang Ming, they quickly put down the tools in their hands and bowed respectfully to Wang Ming.

"Master Primarch, we are in the computer room maintaining the abomination intelligence."

The oil men looked at Wang Ming and said respectfully that they all knew that all the technological products of the 21st Legion were obtained by Wang Ming.

Some of the military mechanics even believed that Wang Ming was the incarnation of Ohm's Messiah on earth, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how he obtained these sacred technological creations.

"You..., this..., get out, this is not a job you can do."

Wang Ming said helplessly as he looked at the various cables in the computer room that had been messed up by the oil guys.

These tasks were originally done by the First Engineer Company. The oil men were totally incapable of doing this kind of work. They probably couldn't even figure out which wire was connected to which, let alone maintaining the computer room.

"Master Primarch, we believe that we are capable of maintaining the computer room. Although this abominable intelligence is a heresy that blasphemes Om Messiah, we are doing our best to turn it into a manifestation of Om Messiah's power."

The oil men looked at Wang Ming and stubbornly stated their purpose of maintaining the computer room. They wanted to make the hateful intelligence the embodiment of the power of Ohm Messiah.

"That's not a reason for you to junk code in Minerva's program in order to reduce her intelligence."

Wang Ming looked at the oil men in front of him and suddenly had an idea to drive them out of the "Imperial Truth", but it was just a thought. After all, these people were also sent in by Colse, and they were still very important in determining the legitimacy of those legion industrial worlds.

Wang Ming didn't want to have any conflict with the divine machines of the Mechanicus, but even if a fight really broke out, Wang Ming was not inferior to the Mechanicus, but there was no need.

"That's the job of the First Engineer Company."

Wang Ming spoke seriously to the oil men. The majesty in his tone made the oil men's metal butts tighten instantly. Everyone could hear a hint of anger in Wang Ming's words.

The oil man bowed respectfully to Wang Ming and quickly walked out of the machine room.

"Wait, take this book and read it. When you have finished studying the contents of this book, you will be able to understand the true meaning of Om Messiah."

Wang Ming looked at the oil men walking towards the door of the computer room, thought for a while, took out an e-book from the mall and handed it to the oil men. This was "M23 Advanced Mechanical Technician Three Years Practice and Two Years Theory", a must-learn book for advanced mechanical technicians in the "Golden Age" of mankind.

Although the book says it takes two or three years, that is for the Jin people. It would probably take a very long time for the oil guys to learn. The Jin people's learning ability is terrifying, but the oil guys don't have that kind of terrifying learning ability. This book is estimated to keep the oil guys well-behaved for a while.

"Thank you, Master Primarch. We will study the true meaning of Om Messiah carefully."

The engine oil guys took the e-book, took a look at it, and then excitedly told Wang Ming that they could not understand any of the mechanical knowledge in the e-book, but as mechanical priests, they understood that all the mechanical knowledge in the e-book was extremely sophisticated.

One oil man was so excited that he exploded an oil pipe, spraying oil all over the place. He looked at Wang Ming awkwardly, took out a wrench from somewhere, and tightened his oil pipe.

After sending the oil guys away, Wang Ming will follow Minerva's instructions and start to tidy up the cables that were messed up by the oil guys. This is all Wang Ming can do. The problems with Minerva's program will have to be solved by the programmer brothers of the First Engineer Company.

"Thank you, Captain Wang Ming. Your power armor will take 24 hours to print. I will notify you then."

Minerva's holographic projection looked at Wang Ming and said to him with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go take a rest. Let me know when you're done. By the way, ask Captain Jiang Tao to prepare a transport plane. I need to go to the ground."

Wang Ming nodded and walked out of the machine room while telling Minerva that he was going to give the greenskins some "gifts" from the ancient Terra battlefield, some "gifts" that could burn the greenskins completely.

Along with Minerva's cry, Wang Ming slowly woke up from his sleep. Wang Ming opened his slightly confused eyes and looked at the light tube on the ceiling. Wang Ming didn't know how long he had not slept like this.