Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

This star system cannot sustain a war that is large enough to affect the entire star field. The lack of supplies spreads like a virus. Whether they are loyal or traitors, they all need to survive in the subspace storm. Beasts must also fight each other.

In the east of the void shield's light, the mortals are ready to attack. The traitors are approaching, and the radio is making noise. People must distinguish the voices of their teammates and the orders of their superiors. At the end of the long and twisted 40,000 years, On the rugged surface of Panlan, there is no distinction between traitor or loyalty, there is only life and death.

‘There’s enough ammunition! Plasma group equipment! The servitors began to become massively paralyzed for some reason, and the servo skulls weren't necessarily in good shape either! The armored forces are preparing for an artillery attack, they have to delay! "

"No matter what, it's not the empire, it's them, it's not humans. They need that battle with Donton. The Skadi people are definitely not afraid of heretics!"

Live or die, they had few options. Aim at the enemy with hypothetical weapons, bolters and autoguns, plasma or heat rays. The wrath of the Emperor was ready to unleash, and the Space Marines knew how to use their powers far beyond those of mortals. Looking at the Imperial Guards from a distance.

They were not afraid of the Imperial Guard's firepower at such a distance, and the reason why they did not avoid it at all was because of Merovingian's trust in the electronic dragon.

The second lieutenant listened to the report coming from the radio. The sizzling noise was annoying, and the good news was messy as if it was destined to be disturbed by something strange. The second lieutenant kept asking questions. "The bombardment? What happened to the basilisk column?"

The radio came intermittently. "The machine soul...is unhappy...shooting...lost..."

‘Blanch it… sizzle it. "The voice turned into a complete murmur, and a bad premonition grew in his heart, and he couldn't help but think that if the Emperor really bless them, then please tell him, what on earth did the heretics do?

But in order to protect the Empire's Armored Regiment and... the 113th Fraxia Regiment, he needs to fulfill his responsibilities as a man, and his weaknesses become worthless. People only walk forward when they are in trouble. No matter what, he Those months of being protected have passed.

That time he had no shield at all, not his mecha, his companions, or his lieutenant colonel.

"Can he do it?" The words came out of the second lieutenant's mouth. He looked at the bloody things in the distance. The traitors of Chaos wanted to beg the Imperial Guard to die and the world to be burned by war. , but the fire they carry will not burn their souls?

He lowered his head and spoke into the communicator. "Reconnaissance team, you can shoot. The operation code name of that war is Prometheus!"

In the wastelands and ruins, the mortal elites armed with rail rifles were ready to attack, and the things Skadi took from the Tau were actually more than just armors. Things that were easy to use and powerful were not among their goals. First, as far as the relevant ammunition is not produced, Skadi's only fault is that it is not dependent on its use.

The soldier was wearing a sand suit and stuffed a huge magazine that was as big as the palm of his leg. Is that terrible weapon something that can kill a Space Marine in one hit? Or does it require an extremely large and powerful killing weapon? .

Aiming the gun, the sand rolled over the dry crystals, making his monitor blurry, but he still held his breath and concentrated.

But when the electronic amplification equipment began to fail to clear the screen, the sniper legs had to be assisted by mechanical sights. The distance was almost the limit of human sight distance. Prometheus was now holding the fire in his legs, and he wanted to be protected by those flames. Before humans could bring punishment, they foolishly knocked the torch out of the visitor's leg, extinguishing the flames of the rebellious demigod.

Humanity can no longer afford a spark of fire at this moment. Whether it is good or bad, whether it can change the corrupt status quo of the empire, whether it can burn anything to the ground, it doesn't matter at the end of the dark forty millennium. .

And now that he was the vulture punishing Prometheus, he needed to extinguish those things.

On behalf of the empire (gods), he shot at (took away the heart of) the changer (the traitor who destroyed the peace). He has been lurking here for a long time, so long that even the demigods could not detect his existence, so long that he Whether it hides the sound of breathing and heartbeat, the whole body hides the carapace, and the armor is wet with metabolites.

At this moment, his sacrifice will bring victory and peace. Without sacrifice, the empire will not be able to survive until the dawn of time.

His cloudy and sharp pupils had never moved much when he was in a natural environment, but now he caught the target and stared at that person with all his concentration.

The bright red armor, jet black skin, and tall body were taller than his brothers. When he wore the battle helmet representing the command position and walked forward to investigate the pitiful battle situation, Prometheus' body also Presented before the vultures.

Veengar, the traitor's heart, who pumps like blood the consciousness of dignity and bond, commanding the traitors like a giant's body, begs the scarlet angel to leave this world, and his terrible legions to be born. scattered.

Shoot, shoot, his heart began to beat, and those turbid things were echoing in his mind, but he remained calm. The people in front of him were enemies of the Skadi people, and the people in front of him were enemies of the empire, but he You have to wait like a stone, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

Destiny turns slowly, good, bad, wrong, wrong, loyal or twisted, all are in the place where the strong calculus hits after the trigger is pulled.

The Sword of Damocles hangs high above Vengar's head at this moment. The intense rail gun fire and its terrifying power that exceeds the speed of sound are repeatedly accelerated in countless circles. If you want to describe it, it is probably the power of thunder. Millions more powerful built by the aliens gathered there, and the "Arrow of Orion" used by the empire to kill the aliens was there.

Death, that word flashed through Veengar's mind. He would die. Almost at the moment when the rail rifle was fired, that thought appeared in his mind. The fear and what he saw with his superhuman vision made him regret his genetic modification. .

The lightning-like light cannot be noticed and observed by mortals, let alone the space warriors looking at their commanders in an instant. The thoughts of the supermen are instantly filled with the pride of occupying this place and the arrogance brought by the power of Merovingian. , turned into surprise, fear, and then no, expectation.

Looking forward to the death of their master, brother, and commander, they can return to their original ways, enjoy those bad things, and get what they want.

Ironically, for Veengar, the life-killing blade failed to bring about the salvation of his brothers that he recognized. For the Chaos traitors, it was a great loss, but it failed to open the life they expected.

Greed, distortion, those supermen can obviously move their legs, but the superhumans who can hinder the shooting remain unmoved by their emotions, dare not move, and do not want to be moved.

Disappointment flashed through Wengar's mind. At this moment, he couldn't help but think that there were those mortals in Coco who would pity and miss his "merciful" leader, and all of that was not his pretense. He really has nothing, even though he holds a high position...

Death is not bad, the gods summoned him away, and he must listen to the words of the Great Destruction and the Supreme Heaven. His soul has been reserved. Although he came a little early and his great achievements were not complete, he was still satisfied. .

Weingar really gave up, but he was still angry and wanted to persist only for revenge, but his legs, fingers and arms that could usually crush rocks could not grasp anything at the moment. There was nothing, and the world was empty. One thing.

Why would his death be so ridiculous? He was killed by a mortal sniper. The auspicious instrument and his senses had deceived him, telling him that there was no danger here. Ceramic steel gave him confidence and allowed him to dare to move forward. Now his Arrogance should pay the price, and mortals once again taught him a lesson...

He closed his eyes. When a person can give up everything at his highest peak, it can be seen how strong his will is. Whether those things that make people obsessed can last forever.

His behavior made a person who would never save him move into action. The powerful spirit can wrap his body, the power of Merovingian, and the people who can control it are the dimensional blacksmith, the most thoughtful and most powerful person. The existence of his expeditionary force can be seized.

The arrows of the rail rifle are fired fiercely and are powerful. If they fall into the spirit key, even if the spirit key learned by the tens of millions of years old AI in the subspace cannot stop it, it can make Weingar survive.

boom!

Superman flew out, and the brothers came closer and pretended to be in love, and the big man showed off. "Commander!" But he saw Wengar holding his chest. That terrible thing didn't kill him?

At this moment, a group of supermen looked at Weingar indifferently and fearfully. They were not sure if they moved their legs at this moment, if they moved their legs at this moment! Can you... regain your freedom and entertainment?

When they came to the east, they saw the power whip. It was the fierce force of a certain blacksmith. They knelt on one knee. As a true veteran and Huron's confidant, Valtex's authority completely overwhelmed Wengar at this moment.

Weingar leaned weakly against the ruins, mutilated, and the blood in his chest kept flowing. His superhuman modified organs were smashed to pieces, and the stones and reinforced concrete in the ruins were also smashed by his body. It seemed that he was completely Unable to resist, he was doomed to death.

"Take the handful, and take it all from him if I can make them victorious, blacksmith, he knows I want to beg."

As the dimensional blacksmith, Vartech put away his weapon. He could use that thing to control his servants. He stretched out his legs and injected the tonic prepared by the pharmacist into his heart through the injection port of the power armor. Those overloaded his flesh and blood. The tingling sensation of repair crawled back through Veengar's body.

"Why?" The Red Angel was extremely puzzled, but Valtek refused to say anything. "If he doesn't, he will be the Red Pirate. My value is great, that's all."

"Value? Is it because of saving his life?" Veengar's tone became cold, and resentment grew in his heart, because his brother was wrong for his indifference, even though Valtex saved him, But there is still a gap.

His bright red armor became cracked at this moment, and the dark carapace was exposed on his chest. Even those things were cracked. The muscles like Greek statues were slowly healing due to the medicine, but his eyes were very cold.

He stood up on his shaky body, raised the gun, and wanted revenge and complaint. The thick rail rifle prevented the vulture from leaving. The location exposed by the flash of shooting, the sensing equipment and auspicious device in his carapace flashed out. A sign of danger, and then the bomb cut through the air like a sharp blade, and the wound was on the chest, just like Weengar's pain.

The ensign was waiting for good news in the castle, but he got one. "Vulture death."

The second lieutenant looked at the vast open space and the traitors who were ready to move. His feelings for his comrades could not help but be touched. He looked at the cruel universe and took a deep breath.

He changed it to the military channel. "All the members of Skadi's only regiment, including the brothers of Gray Engal's twelfth regiment, should not waste time during the war, but he has to say that just now, their plan to snipe the enemy commander went bankrupt , then they will encounter a crazy counterattack by the heretics. Although those bloody things do not know how to control their war engines, the light of the emperor surrounds them. "

"And he is Skadi's only second lieutenant. We may know him, but we have never seen him, but he also lives in the camp, eats unpalatable food, and sings the glory of the emperor. He once had nothing, and was in the nest. I was struggling in the city, and the month of hell was still vivid in my mind.”

"But the Emperor chose him, and now they are different. They go into war, rifles in hand, even though death and misery surround them."

"The heretical witchcraft and their stupid weapons are causing meaningless interference. It is very likely that they have no supplies. They all know it, but they still want to fight eastward even with bayonets."

"They don't fight on slogans, they don't fight on faith, they don't rely on anything, they just want to survive, they just want to make the traitors who tore the empire pay the price, they just want to belong to Human things, in that dark... void universe, the light of the empire is eternal. Although it is not warm, it is better than the darkness. "

"All his comrades-in-arms, in the name of the temporary commander, Dong Ling, they beg to protect that place until the world is safe, or they all die, and those heretics have that choice, beg to die, or be defeated!"

The soldiers raised their weapons, and the heretic team moved forward slowly. Without the protection of the void shield, they could rely on their bodies to resist the bombs. Without the bombing of the basilisk, they had individual weapons to attack the supermen who were better equipped than them. .

And when the traitors slowly pressed in, the second lieutenant took a breath. Because of Merovingian's approach, the radio became more and more unstable. He didn't know why, but he could probably feel it. Would he be able to tell him those words? The Imperial Guard said the last thing.

he shouted with all his strength. "No Emperor! Brothers!"

I asked you to write 12,000. No, I didn’t write it out. Now the code is getting slower and slower. My joints and legs and wrists are aching for some reason.

Then it’s the so-called occupational disease. Don’t you understand very well?

Or maybe he rushed too much ()