Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 20 The Demon of Catachan
Since the existence of human beings, He is still by my side. This is the true power that every human being believes in. The warriors in the jungle think and believe so. Under the guidance of the God Emperor, the powerful Catachans can What a heroic move to make.

In the long history of the empire, the people of Catachan still created amazing miracles, and here came the heroes of the 72nd regiment of Catachan, a group of 5 imperial elites.

In the Empire, everyone is aware of the strength and honor of the Adeptus Astartes, but there are not many mortals who can compare with them.

Cadian, Krieger, Valhalla, Bastionworld, Deadworld, and of course…

Catachan.

When the Catachans fell silently from the transport plane, there were no more than a hundred people in a regiment, and they didn't have much clothes, and their muscles were bulging. They wore jungle green camouflage uniforms, most of them only wore vests, and a few were topless.

Everyone here, regardless of rank or gender, has their heads shaved except for a pinch of mohawk on top, and many have tattoos of skulls, imperial sky eagles, or symbols from home.

Catachan Demon's Curly Shape Native to Catachan, these fearsome scorpions the size of trucks and even trains have long been favored by soldiers.

And what could remind the Catachans of their homeland more than that hideous, living killing machine?
Soldiers with higher ranks, such as corporals and sergeants, do not have rank badges printed on their uniforms, but choose to cut off their ranks or tattoo them directly on their arms.

All of them, even those without tattoos, have scars that carry the marks of past battles, or simply wounds from living in Catachan.

Each soldier wears a red handkerchief, the emblem of Catachan jungle warriors, which they wear in various ways, mostly on the head or forehead.

Some wear it on their arm, or hang it around their neck, but all wear it with pride.

Although they wield a variety of weapons, such as automatic pistols, laser carbines, and flamethrowers, they each carry a long-bladed Catachan sword, which is as much a part of their identity as the red handkerchief. symbol.

The leader here is a lieutenant colonel, holding a powerful bolt shotgun. His right hand has been lost and replaced by a shiny silver power fist.

He holds the gun with one hand, making people doubt whether his arm strength can bear the recoil of the weapon, and the roar of the power fist servo is faint.

When a group of field officers came to greet them, but he was not enthusiastic and did not shake hands. If you asked him, they would only answer, "Catachan doesn't walk with people in a moderate world!"

This is why the Ministry of Military Affairs has always had a low opinion of Catachan, but there is no doubt that Catachan's reputation was not given by the Ministry of Military Affairs, but honed in their desperate world.

And they feel bad about this place, the Skadi [-]rd Infantry Regiment, obviously a bunch of jerks!The newly formed Garbage Corps has no discipline, and it is the worst kind in the gentle world.

They entered the church, and in a separate room, a stout man rose from his seat at the table, he wore a rather tight uniform, with a star on his epaulets and an imperial sky eagle, which indicated the man's astral world The identity of the major general of the army.

"Ah, I guess it's Lieutenant Colonel Arvada. I'm Major General Nilom."

"Thank you and the Catachan 72nd for joining us in our sacred mission to rid the world of the greenskin menace."

Avada replied. "Just where we're told to go, sir."

The Major General kept talking. "Yes, of course, but I still want to thank you. I am very happy to have fighters as good as you on board."

"I have no doubt that your expertise in jungle warfare will be of greatest use here, please..."

Nilom gestured towards the table, signifying that the conversation would become secret.

"Join us while we're just discussing our next steps to ensure that the orcs of this subsector are finally kept out of this world."

"As far as I know, you've seen at least some greenskins in glorious battle before?"

Awada nodded and walked to the table. "Karst."

"Yes, some of the warbands that were driven back from Karst by the Imperial forces seem to have joined forces with the warbands that were advancing into the Gundvar system."

"The greenskins have this disgusting habit, don't they?"

"Yes, please sit down."

Avada replied. "I prefer to stand."

"very good."

After Nilom finished speaking, Avada saw the general notice his power fist again.

he continued. "I've read several reports about you. Soldiers call you 'Hell Punch,' don't they?"

The lieutenant colonel nodded.

Major General Nilom smiled. "Have you ever taken it off?"

The lieutenant colonel replied. "Then do you want to wear it?"

The female staff officer sitting at the table stood up, her chair legs creaking on the polished stone floor, and the whole chair fell behind her.

"How arrogant! You may be a lieutenant colonel, but you're still talking to a major general of the Imperial Guard!"

But the lieutenant colonel just stared at the staff officer with his eyes, she hesitated in her movements, and was soon slightly shocked, after all, those were the eyes of soldiers who had experienced countless battlefields and deaths.

Lieutenant Colonel Arwada just continued. "I read the briefing report. The third outpost was attacked, and they bravely dealt with the greenskins. Now I need to eradicate the threat there?"

Nilom looked at the strategic map. "Yes, that's generally true, but..."

"There are reports that there are special orc subspecies that hide themselves."

Lieutenant Colonel Arwada twitched his cheek slightly, and then answered naturally. "I'll take care of it, a beast."

Avada has been eating the jerky meat of death cobras since he was five years old, and in Catachan, only the food that he killed himself can be tasted, so there is probably nothing in this world that can kill him in the forest.

After they walked out of the headquarters, Awada decided to take the whole regiment to the No. [-] outpost. They still had a period of rest, but this forest was too easy for them.

The female lieutenant next to him looked out over the sprawling forest, beyond which the top of the upper deck could be seen into the distance.

"Humid, warm, better than karst sand and ocean, isn't it?"

Lieutenant Colonel Awada held the power glove, and rubbed out sparks in mid-air from the destructive position.

"Don't mention that place again! It's a victorious battlefield..."

The lieutenant put it another way. "It's like Catachan here, isn't it?"

Avada refuted again. "It's missing a lot of things, like screaming..."

Afterwards, he left with the soldiers and headed for the No. [-] outpost...

(End of this chapter)