Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The lieutenant is a knight, at least he thinks so. In the roaring war piston of the sentinel mecha, he will open up a road for the empire that belongs to mankind.

The Knight Titan is too big, so he took his fierce cavalry from the Free Blade and marched towards the war.

He is not a noble, born in the hive city, and his fate is uncertain. The only thing he has is the abnormal optimism in that era, and his loyalty that shines like gold.

The Emperor will reward anyone who puts responsibility on his poor body, whether he is a space warrior or a mortal, whether he is a Mechanicus or a state religion. In that dark universe, if he is willing to fight for the empire, his fate will be noticed by the Lord of Humanity.

When the sentinel mecha was reassembled, the third leg of the Mechanicus stroked the powerful war machine, and the Mechanicus girl took out the prayer.

"01..."

The loyal mechanical language and its divine voice came out immediately, but the lieutenant said. "So far, he has many enemies to deal with." The light blue gem-like eyes of the Mechanicus girl flashed with a trace of dissatisfaction. "What if its soul is unhappy? What if it encounters those things on the battlefield..." I have to admit that she has a little love for her partner. Even though he is not flesh and blood, the emotions of her comrades in the Imperial Guard have penetrated into her server. Those worries bothered her, but also made her happier. The lieutenant patted the sentinel's big head. "He believes it." If the sentinel was reconnected to the mecha legs, then the killing machine created by the killing should have acted like this. Compared to being embedded in the knight, its soul likes that kind of "running" more. Those glittering deadly weapons and the specially installed deflagration beam launchers will also take the lives of those heretics. The weapons of the Skadi's only regiment can break through the ceramic steel armor of the Space Marines. But those superhumans have extremely strong combat power and must not be misjudged. The lieutenant lowered his head and spoke to the communicator. ‘In the battle, keep a group of fifteen people, and ensure that they are dispersed enough to support each other. Remember, when you run out of ammunition and food, you can use the saber to stab the gaps in the power armor of the traitors. ”

“He once burned those traitors in the forest. The gaps in their power armor are not strong, and there is no mobility. There are only metal fiber bundles and reinforced fiber defenses. ”

“And, no matter what, always remember that the Emperor blesses them.”

“No Empire…”

“No Empire! "

Chimera armored vehicles, sentinels, led the way in transporting those loyal soldiers, while those loyalists were moving forward outside the dark vehicles, not even knowing what was ahead of them.

The Skadi people would always know that they were homeless, and the cause of the cruel reality was tearing that world apart with their sharp blades.

The lieutenant's sentinel mecha was worn on antennas and auspicious instruments as a command machine, and its iron feet also stepped on the rough rocky ground of that world and the roads connecting the cities, running at the fastest speed.

The hot wind of the Mechanicus's forging world touched his garbage, which was almost the same as it was then, except that it was too dry, and fate was sometimes like a whirlpool, repeating and repeating...

Initially, the scouts of the Imperial Guard came first Go to the battlefield, scout the situation outside the city from a high place, there are wreckage everywhere, those supermen are obviously hiding themselves, even so, the experienced Skadi scouts also found that they were smashing buildings and destroying humans, but they were not in a hurry to leave, but put a lot of food for the servitors into their backpacks.

Considering that the radio can be monitored, the scouts took out a special light transmitter. The reconnaissance team of the only Skadi regiment can use a special goggles made to imitate a special alien eyeball to distinguish the light that even demigods cannot see.

The flashing wonderful color was transformed into a simple red light by the human eye, and the reconnaissance team conveyed it to the second lieutenant using a communicator.

"They are collecting food, the number of people is unknown, there are a lot of hidden people, and it seems that they don't intend to leave the city. "

An idea flashed through the lieutenant's mind instantly. They want to use that place as a base?

But he quickly refuted that idea. If it is a base, then the priority should be to build defense projects instead of taking things.

But compared to the purpose, the lieutenant is more concerned about how to break through the enemy's hidden snow area. The Catachans who are invincible in Skadi are working hard in the void.

'Go ahead, let him go, they bomb that area."

Captain Sakata shouted, but the lieutenant replied. "There are countless servitors or members of the Mechanicus in the Hive City. If they bomb, the Forge Governor will be unhappy, and the Empire cannot accept such a big loss in exchange for the death of a few traitors."

He knew very well how powerful the Space Marines were. Even if they were bombed by the petrified lizards, they could rely on improvisation to survive, such as entering bunkers or air-raid shelters. The cities of the Mechanicus are not short of those things, and the dome of the hive city will also hinder the first bombing, giving those supermen time to react.

Wasting ammunition and destroying the Empire's supplies is not right. Although the area can be cleared, the lieutenant knows very well that it is not a good thing for the Skadi Regiment to have a city to protect it. He said to Captain Sakata. "There are many remaining Skitarii in the city. They can provide a lot of help. Bombing may not be better for their war. Now, please guard the intersection with the armored regiments. The Skadi Regiment will go and teach the traitor a lesson."

Captain Sakata hesitated. He really didn’t want to die as a loyalist, so that’s why his military rank was stuck in school. His comradeship with soldiers allowed him to fight bravely as a soldier, but it has always been difficult for him to do so. Make them live towards death.

That point is that the second lieutenant has the same cruel character as Alan Bair, because they both know that sacrifice can only be exchanged for loyalty.

At this moment, the second lieutenant ordered Skadi's only commander, but his first words were no. "On the bayonet." That usually involves close combat, and meat-and-mortar combat is the best option. For the Imperial Guard, regardless of whether they are aliens or heretics, close combat is not the best option.

Of course, this does not mean that they are afraid of close combat, but humans are not good at close combat in most situations, and the bayonets of the Imperial Guard will slightly affect the shooting of firearms, and the front weight will affect the feeling of the legs.

Moreover, the weapons used by Skadi Ruming were not powered weapons. According to the second lieutenant's judgment on behalf of the bayonet, in the battle coming from the east, Skadi's only regiment did not have time to draw the sword.

The team has dispersed into the city in groups of 15. The scattered pipes outside the complex hive or the ruins of the city serve as perfect bunkers for the enemy.

Superman's powerful reflexes and enhanced five senses can hear even the faintest breath.

In that battle, the city had the right time, place, and people, so the second lieutenant led the temporary first company and begged them calmly, even cruelly.

The Sentinel mecha was "humanized" and squatted slightly. The design of the thing was not suitable for such movements, but in order to express his equality with the soldiers, he still tried to lower his height as much as possible.

"Prioritize civilian protection."

Isn't that ridiculous? In the world where demigods are raging, how can anyone protect ordinary people while punishing the Chaos Space Marines?

But Skadi's soldiers still answered. "no!"

At this moment, the entire nest fell into an abnormal tranquility. How to describe that tranquility was hard to come up with, but the second lieutenant was very used to it, because it was the tranquility in the forest.

In the forest, the quieter it becomes, the more dangerous it becomes. Private shops or warehouses with civilian equipment on the roadside are all being overturned and opened, and the contents inside are looted. The corpses of ordinary Imperial people and the mechanical bodies of servitors are scattered on the ground. , everywhere, you can't tell who is there, some of the ordinary people there are family members of the Mechanicus, some are businessmen who come to trade, and there are also individual lawbreakers and so on.

But the sunshine in the city is not strong, because there are no clouds in that world, and the dome built by the Mechanicus can only protect against ultraviolet rays that cannot be blocked by the rough artificial atmosphere there.

The incongruous feeling brought by the bright sunshine is like an inhuman disaster suddenly strikes on a comfortable ordinary day, but there must be survivors in the disaster. The poor girl endured her tears and held her breath. Next to her, a mechanical The priest was hugging the flesh and blood, making a protective gesture.

If Alan Bair was there he would definitely know the priest, the guy who had protected Miss Baneblade for hundreds of years, the guy who told him the centuries-old history of the Imperial Engine.

And in that world, there are genius scum like Icarus, and there are also mediocre guys who can never erase their humanity. He is currently hiding in a room with a girl who is about 6-7 years old and has little value. The owner of the counter in a shop that had been turned over.

Because of this, he even scrapped all his servitors, using those precious combat capabilities to gain the enemy's attention.

He didn't know why he did it, but when he saw his crying compatriots, his not-so-good emotion control equipment malfunctioned.

He whispered to the little girl in the distinctive voice of the Grille. “Breathe evenly and think of Om Messiah.”

The girl asked as she wiped her tears and tied her brown hair into a ponytail. "Who is the Messiah?"

The priest took a long breath and used the name he didn't like. "No Emperor, no Lord of Mankind who protects me."

the girl asked. "Why did Angel Qiu kill his mother...? Did they make a mistake?"

"The Emperor doesn't like them?"

The priest hugged the girl. Even though his modified body was hard and had many things that were not suitable for human body mechanics, it made the girl uncomfortable, but she was still warm.

"He beat them all."

"Now, don't cry, before the Emperor's angels come."

the girl asked. "Aren't those people angels?"

"They are absolutely right...and they will be saved soon." The priest said that, but he had no idea what would happen if he took Donglai. His third leg and arm had been torn apart by the traitors, and those Superman's combat prowess exceeds his statistical assessment.

But he still held on to his power ax. Even if he was shattered into pieces, he wanted to take away an enemy of the Ohm Messiah. Even if he was turned into powder, he wanted to use his body to protect the lives of his compatriots, just like the one he forged. The performance of countless machines on the battlefield is average.

The only bad thing is that he can't afford to mistake his mentor. If he completes a recognized stc replica next year, his mentor can enter the core of the guild and become a sage.

It's hard to say that he doesn't regret it later. If an ordinary flesh and blood person does such a thing, it may be because his emotional controller is broken.

But he can wait now, he can wait if he goes east, and pray that those traitors will leave...

But he heard footsteps, irritating footsteps, and the voices of those absurd traitorous machine spirits also became bright in his mind. He was about to use his cold mechanical legs to hold the little girl's mouth, and even made her unable to breathe.

You must be patient. At this moment, the traitors stepped into the store and looked at the things there. Even though there was no food, the Astartes traitors with bloody things on their heads were still looking for it.

They circled with great interest, like a cat playing with a mouse. The priests of the Mechanicus also realized that those giants would not be hindered by their servitors. Their actions had been discovered early. They were playing with themselves!

Anger, fear, mixed together, his heart had not beat like this for hundreds of years. He held the power ax and released his leg covering the girl's mouth. The girl did not shout, but looked at the red-robed "uncle" Stand up on your own body.

"Heretic! Are we looking for him?!" Then he ran wildly outside!

This move made the heretics angry. The most fun part of the game is whether to hide and find the hidden ones. However, the audience for hiding and seeking actually came out on their own initiative at this moment, which made the game no longer fun!

They looked at each other, and the three evil Astartes decided, please try how strong the Mechanicus can endure pain!

A moment later, the explosive bomb was fired, breaking the legs and arms of the mechanical priest holding the power ax and disarming him. Next, a Chaos War Brother charged, and hit with a powerful force. The parts of half of the priest's body were scattered.

Coming from the east, they picked up the mortal like a roasted suckling pig or something.

"I'm fine, they like it."

"That girl is so special, kind, and talented."

The priest's cloudy and dull mechanical eyeball suddenly flashed. "What girl?"

The Astartes raised his weapon and stumbled onto the store shelves. "That girl."

the priest cursed. "I dare you! Heretic!"

But within a moment, his grille was torn off, leaving him to falter, while the Astartes next to him complained. "Brother, I took away the most fun thing for him, and he screamed."

The Astartes holding the priest answered. "Sorry, he didn't like the way he sounded."

"Okay, girls are more fun, kill a gear boy."

Then Priest Donglai was thrown to the ground, and his unmodified internal organs had been cracked. However, his cloudy crystal eyeball looked at the position of the container, and its shining light was still clear.

But the roar of the giant's chainsword echoed, and those things walked toward the shop with their weapons raised. The priest squirmed with all his strength, but it was to no avail.

He was thinking outside. [God Emperor, if you really look at him, he hopes... you save her, your pious servant, swear on your own life...]

But those giants are already approaching the door of the store, and prayer is useless... isn't it?

They raised their weapons and split open the counter. The priest's heart was cold and his face was empty.

The Chaos Space Marines suddenly began to look left and right, but strong detonation rays were fired from outside the store, and the Imperial Guards in military uniforms from the east slowly pressed in.

They were devastating, they were powerful, and the girl also changed places to hide early, and was finally rescued by Skadi's soldiers.

Then came a particularly strange Sentinel, he said.

"Well done, Greaser, if you don't say no, she'll be dead."

Then his body was lifted by soldiers, and a girl with red eyes hugged him next to his stretcher, just like he hugged her...

At this moment, the oil man had not had his original vocal cords miraculously speaking in hundreds of years, like an old rotten tree, but it seemed to be carrying a new bud.

"Praise be to the Emperor."

The strange sentry said. "Praise me too, sir."

"Medical! Not bad... Engineering Department! Come quickly!"

To put it bluntly, there is no recommendation for the follow-up of that book. According to the starting point, I should say that 500 orders will be recommended on the shelf, 1000 will be recommended, 1000 will be recommended, and 2000 will be recommended.

But if the editor now asks him for 1,500 to get the first recommendation, if there is no recommendation position, the request may not be completed until the book is finished. (If you say no, what he wrote is not the same as the same person, please be better)

In fact, is it because of that that his 150,000-word book is on the shelf? The theory is recommended in his game section, maybe.

Just say that Dong Shushu will try to get better grades.

Wrong. I will take a rest tomorrow. I feel unwell and regret it too much.

I actually didn't think anyone would read that book, but now I'm very surprised. It will be written according to the original outline, and it's not long in the first place.

(Slaanesh (torture) comparison)