Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

That world, Pan Lan, has been exploited to almost the limit by the Mechanicus. The earth, soil, minerals, and everything that can be used have all become forbidden by the Mechanicus, providing a steady stream of materials for that huge empire, but such a " The world of "dedication, dedication, and loyalty" has changed.

In Area D of the Lord's Hive of that world, a2413, the heretical troops were stationed here like steel nails. Mortals built those defense projects, and the barbed Gods' Blessed automatic cannons or logging guns were even rebuilt. Modified heavy explosive rounds.

Their tops were covered with blessed evil-colored cloths. From the sky, they looked like an ordinary deserted city, and the auspicious detection could not penetrate those divine cloths.

Compared with the chaos they had when they failed before, Ru Ming is not only orderly, but even comparable to those war groups outside the empire that are focused on order. Although that statement is a bit blasphemous, can a war group like the Space Wolves be comparable to Pi Na at this moment? None of those people respected anything from the Codex Astartes, although they didn't respect it either.

But in just one and a half years, how much effort did Wengar spend on creating such a traitor army? He may be very grateful to Alan Bair, but for those mortals, his troops would not be so easy to train.

How much pain did he suffer because of this? For that kind of resentment, he repaid Skadi by letting the fourth group of Skadi taste the food.

He is not a good person, although he already keeps his word and even tries his best to employ good people, but the personality change brought about by his proximity to the power of chaos has made him become sinister and vicious, which is almost inevitable.

And his mood began to be unstable, and his thoughts were slightly disordered. Whispers and nightmares were echoing in his ears. When the subspace jump that had to be started because of Alan Bair was forced to start, they witnessed many crazy things there. , the veterans of Claws of the Stars all have that situation more or less.

"Ha...ah! Medicine, sedatives! Give it to him!" His struggle and contradiction were highlighted at this moment. Those twisted things were neither his power nor the poison that corrupted him.

The mortal servant handed over the potion. Even though he had been "gentle" before, he lost the controller of his superhuman strength in those twisted whispers. The thick legs and arms of the red giant trembled with the power of the power armor, and the mortal's The head was crushed together with the liquid he handed over, and he swallowed it wholeheartedly. Only when his cheeks were stained with blood did Veengar realize what he had done.

He was like a crazy beast, greedy for blood and fresh meat. He retched, but the feeling came and went quickly, as if he was no longer human.

"My Lord Huron...what is he doing?" He wiped away the broken bones and rotten flesh, and watched the mortal fall straight to the ground, making the concrete streets of that world wet and bright red, and then quickly dimmed due to oxidation.

He didn't want mortals to be afraid of him, so he took out his sword, slowly cut the poor guy, then packed it in a bag and burned it with red phosphorus. On the ground, he said that his servant had poured a bottle of expensive wine and was beaten. Sent to the front line to collect troops.

After Veengar had done those things, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. His Scarlet Claw was actually so sneaky, and it was not the first time he had dealt with things like this. His gene seeds began to have problems, and his will and expectations Hope is gradually distorted, and if he dies one day, his seed will inherit the curse...

He didn't care if he was a mortal, but that kind of fear was buried in his heart. Veengar didn't know what he had become, maybe he was just a monster.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Weingar could tell that such a heavy sound would not disappoint an ordinary person. "Come in, brother."

The metal door was pushed open, and the thick anti-riot door looked like a toy. The Dimensional Blacksmith's unique power armor and his grilled throat represented the visitor.

Valtex said. "Killed again? Have you taken Galen's (pharmacist) medicine?"

Vengar nodded to his brother. "The effect is getting worse and worse..." There were dried blood marks on his cheeks. Although it was completely invisible on his dark skin, it added a bit of a frightening feeling to him.

"I need help." Although Valtex was dissatisfied with many things, his overall view was still normal. In his eyes, without Wengar's command, the unit would be useless.

Weingar shook his head and said paranoidly. "The only thing that can cure him is death. Only the annihilation of the Skadi people can heal the pain in his heart. Although there will definitely be scars, as long as those mortals are alive, his blood thirst will become more and more intense." Gross and twisted.”

"Offensive, if they delay going east, the city's resources will be completely insufficient for them to complete the casting of Merovingian's machine soul engine. He has to admit that Merovingian's wisdom has surpassed him in many aspects, even You can use such a rough environment and materials to create a body that can coexist with spirituality and technology." The dimensional blacksmith praised him without hesitation, but he couldn't tell how sincere it was and how much it would make Weingar trust him. All.

People can't be so complicated. He looked down on the new recruits who joined halfway, and was also worried about the problems that would arise in the legion after his absence. He despised the existence of Merovingian, but was also greedy and recognized its soul.

Even if Chaos traitors are not black and red, those twisted thoughts make them more complex than the Empire's troops in some aspects.

Veengar had to think about that question at this moment. Can they rely on their battle brother Nadon to win the world? If Merovingian can exert 10% of his expected power, they will get the invasion The springboard of that star system, the ticket to invade the Gondva sub-sector.

If we know that the connection between the Pangia sub-sector and the Maelstrom means that the road from the Extreme Star Region to the Sun Star Domain has been completely controlled by the Red Pirates, we can use the East Gundeva sub-sector as a buffer. The imperial power will no longer be able to open the way there.

That expedition determined whether the Red Pirates could control the fate of the entire Extreme Star Territory in a short period of time, and whether they could grasp the tunes played by those absurd gods of chaos in the dark void.

"Merovingian is very imperfect, isn't it? Its exoskeleton cannot be shaped due to lack of mass, and its resonance ability is also greatly weakened. Its song can spread for about 2 kilometers, which is too dangerous."

"Blacksmith Valtex, sometimes waiting is also very important..."

Weingar commented, but it was hard to say whether he was moved or not. If Merovingian Ruming could be activated, the situation of the battle would inevitably be reversed.

The dimensional blacksmith spoke. "Okay, let's take action. There is a camp in that city with large source equipment to maintain the void shield. If they continue to delay, the source supply will be insufficient, which will bring irreversible weakness to Merovingian's clone."

Veengar was touched. "Really? Gods, it seems they have to take action." There was a lot of loneliness in his tone. Obviously, he hoped that the matter could be carried out steadily, and Mo Luowen's need for flesh and blood and quantity was also exceeded. his expectations.

But Veengar is not those cowardly Imperial Guard officers, he is not the Red Angel, he is not a demigod. He picked up his own weapon. In addition to using this thing to solve the murder scene, he finally had a way to suspend his blood thirst.

War against his own nightmare, war against his own destiny, just like what he did, said, and emphasized before, but because of his free speech, he was expelled from the battle group. What happened to him that time?

Veengar is smart and stupid at the same time. He is smart because he is a tactical genius, but stupid because he cannot see his own destiny clearly. He picks up or puts it down, succeeds or dies, and fails with victory.

Some people brew fine wine, but no one can tell clearly who swallowed its sweetness in the first place.

Bolt bombs, chain saws, plasma, blast bombs, melta, these war weapons have been picked up by countless treasures. The weapons that have followed the traitors across the entire galaxy have begun to squander blood and death.

Merovingian was released in the open space. He began to stretch his twisted limbs from the long pillar like a jar, twisting its mechanical limbs like a flesh and blood pumping station to drive its life. If you want to describe the posture of that thing, it is probably Just don’t…

"Gods! Then it's a dragon made of blood and machinery!" Mortal Han Xuan, they never knew that the thing they were serving on a moonlit night was so terrifying. It was completely unimaginable that the machine and flesh-and-blood contract born from war and killing were twisted. object.

The smell of blood carries the rich smell of corruption and engine oil mixed with promethium. The slender limbs make people doubt whether it can walk eastward under normal gravity, but the powerful spirit can hold the huge body forward, fully unfolding The flesh dragon is 7-8 meters tall, even taller than the Space Marines.

The spot where it had been crawling was now filled with holes, showing the sheer weight of the Merovingian mass that allowed the concrete to look like this.

When the hot wind of that world blew through its body, distorted songs came from those tattered and corrupt holes, like ethereal wails, but extremely penetrating. The Chaos Spirit and Merovingian were in the extreme state of the machine soul. Understand that by shaping it to perfection in that aspect, it is inherently anti-mechanical evil.

After the traitors heard that sound, they instantly felt the weight of their loyal power armor. "Brother, his armor is down!"

His tone was a little confused. I want to know. The armor made of ceramic steel can still keep moving even if it takes a machine soul erasing bomb. So, is his best and most loyal partner in his life... malfunctioning now?

Chaos flashed through the minds of the demigods. It was just an instant compared to mortals. They didn't even notice it, but Merovingian let out a mocking whisper. "Space Marines, creatures of the Emperor, gods and worms."

But after a moment, Merovingian felt the sharp pain in the outer core. The dimensional blacksmith came over, holding the long whip that made it like a nightmare, and pressed the stance of destruction.

"Ah! His Lord! Spare him!"

The Dimensional Blacksmith replied. "I have despised my master. A little punishment."

"Now, go to the battlefield, his servant."

Merovingian lowered his head. The previous arrogance and backbone seemed to be gone, but the horror it brought forced the Space Marines to think about whether it was right for them to cooperate with such a monster...

The storm is coming, those terrible twisted things are greedily extending their claws to the empire, the desire of the red pirates is getting closer and closer, loyalty, traitor, death, victory, those tragic foundations are always emphasized and repeated. In that dark fortieth time it will be played out again.

The second lieutenant still had not grasped the core of his destiny. He was already familiar with the skitarii in that camp, but in addition to the void shield and hundreds of pretty good electric rifles, the ruling sage was at his post. Work diligently.

Speaking of building a good relationship, the second lieutenant actually has a good relationship with the ruling sage, and those servitors are actually just his clones.

"Sage, what do you think of their situation?" The second lieutenant asked the Mechanicus this question with great interest. Of course, it was because he didn't know that these things that looked like machines were actually human beings.

The sage was neither cold nor hot, and the third leg and arm calmly dismantled the armor left behind by the traitor Space Marine after his death, and then sewed it to his servitor body. Sparks flew everywhere, thus providing an extra trace of blood during the war. help.

You are working hard to survive and survive. For the lives on the battlefield, war is not like this. The way to survive is to kill the enemy without thinking about other things. .

"The survival probability is 87%. The situation is optimistic. The heretic's attack is not serious. Ohm Messiah bless you, second lieutenant."

"No, they are being blessed and their confinement is getting better and better. When he finishes fighting that war, he will apply to go to a world to serve as a PDF."

"He suddenly feels that he is not suitable for military career, sage." The second lieutenant has a psychological burden due to previous defeats. He is still fragile in that aspect. People cannot overcome their mistakes without recognizing them, but they need to grow. and time, although that world is not waiting for me.

The ruler of the sage stopped to do his work. He made the mistake of forcing the young man to be very optimistic, especially if he knew that the ensign had saved his apprentice.

"I am very suitable, Second Lieutenant. Responsibility is my most powerful weapon and driving force. It is like my unique source of power (source of power is the general name of the Mechanicum) that drives me forward."

"And he is more of a scholar than a warrior. For him, the battlefield is one of the places he needs to step into to gain power. But for me, it may not be the best part of my short life so far. All.”

"And I told him, do I want to give up my insistence? I already have my heart tomorrow morning, so don't think too much."

It's hard to say how such a sage could reach such a high position, but the void is vast and filled with wonders.

Those strange words made the second lieutenant slightly happy, but at this moment, the promethium lamp in the entire camp suddenly dimmed.

The sage reports. "External machinery is blocked, survival probability adjusted, 76%, 65%, 43%..."

The ethereal song has arrived, the gears of destiny are turning, the big bell roars three times, one blast starts the piston, two blasts turn the gears, and three blasts praise the God of All Machines...

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