Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The dark green parachute landed on the Mechanicus fortress. Those loyal soldiers saluted the landing officer. With his black pupils, hair, messy military uniform, and a big green helmet, it was hard to imagine that he could command a battle group like that. Commander, but his arrival revived the morale of that desperate place.

Cultists of Khorne are not fools, but can remain devoted to their god for long periods of time. The things that the sergeant went through may be beyond the imagination of mortals, he said keenly.

"I don't...he knows. It seems that things have become interesting. The matter that disturbed his duel can be put aside. He begs for a replacement. Sacrifice blood to the blood god and use your best heart." He let go of the second lieutenant. , he not only prayed that the young man would not die, but he found a better prey.

Skadi's soldiers were also landing one after another at this moment. Although the veterans did not parachute, the war they had experienced was more exciting than such an act. For them, it would not travel through the forest. The enemy's lair is more difficult.

After those elites crowded into the castle, they quickly joined the battle against the Space Marines, instantly slowing down the approaching enemies, and such changes also made Veengar anxious.

"Horn, don't care about my bloody battles! Hurry up and clean up the castle!" Veengar's order echoed in the sergeant's helmet. He was a little dissatisfied, but as a Space Marine, obeying him was one of his fundamentals.

"He has changed his mind. Mortals, brothers, move your legs!" His tone was dissatisfied. Although it was not strong, Alan Bayer could hear it and guess it.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God? It's so ridiculous that my honor is dismissed with just a few words? Do you even dare to challenge a mortal?"

Alan Bair touched Dongba. To be honest, he couldn't hear the heretic's conversation, but he could guess and find out their contradictions. One sentence was like a sharp knife inserted into the hearts of Weingar and the sergeant, and those words were cut into pieces. The conflict of unwillingness to save lives has once again expanded.

Sometimes, Alan Bayer's misunderstanding of the enemy's humanity is more terrible than his combat power. Knowing yourself and the enemy, and being victorious in every battle, is not the basis for his survival in that cruel world. He can understand aliens, heretics, and even better than judgment. Court knows better.

The sergeant could feel that when those words came out of the mouth of a mortal, veins had burst out in his head, and anger and the desire for a duel replaced those things, such as the loyalty of the Ruming Legion, or the wrong for someone. The loyalty of a commander who depends on himself.

The traitors are like this. No one believes it, not even Huron. The people he values ​​​​are not his old troops, so why not let those old troops be tightly bound by his preferences?

When he was wronged by his former brothers and was noticed by the traitor pirates who joined later, jealousy and fear would arise spontaneously. Huron also stabilized the relationship between him and his brothers. It has to be said that in human nature, On the other hand, Huron is absolutely terrible.

But that kind of wisdom is what the young Weingar desires. If he knows that he can be responsible for his youth, of course he will show off.

"Don't listen to that mortal!"

However, he found that there was no reply from the wrong side, and the Chaos Warrior stared at Alan Bair's movements and felt like he was ready to make a move.

Once hooked, the rabbit ears of the Khorne family would be easy to get, this thought flashed in Alan Bair's head, and then he continued. "How ridiculous, blood sacrifice to the blood god."

"A reckless man who is commanded by young people can do nothing but bully mortals."

"You are irritating him, mortal, and that is of no use." The sergeant replied. Unlike those madmen known to the world, Khorne believers are extremely calm. Rather, warriors are not reckless. In the crazy close combat, How can a winner who risks his life become a lunatic?

Alan Bair nodded. "But whether it's honor or surrender, I know very well that I like that thing, and the anger is not real, and the desire to duel with him is not real. My blood is boiling, like boiling liquid."

He stretched out his legs, turned off his communicator, and answered as Veengar's roar stopped abruptly. "I am really terrible, mortal. Who made me famous so much? My emperor?"

"I can't trouble the old man." Alan Bair took off his leg gauntlet and threw it on the face of the Chaos Warrior sergeant. He wiped the thing off, and the grateer let out a snort of laughter. "If they met in the Empire, maybe they could become friends."

Alan Bair shook his head. "No, there is no if in that world, and he will not be friends with the World Eaters."

The sergeant lifted his leg. "He traveled among the dark stars for fifty years before the All-Immortal Emperor took him under his command. He can tell me that."

"Various monsters that humans don't know exist are spread across countless broken worlds. They are so filthy and filthy that just one look at them is enough to make someone's heart stop. No mortal will can resist the strange and various evils of the aliens. ”

"Then, if they came here seeking to survive in such a terrifying galaxy, what's the surprise when the wise man demanded his own evil?"

"His blood and violence were not deliberately shaped by him and inherited from his original body. Yet I keep saying that I am loyal, but I wrongly express my disgust for his character?"

The sergeant's words were sharp and his thoughts were clear. He had seen thousands of monsters in the dark world, and had tasted the craziest tastes. He didn't think a mortal with a short life could refute that. Although he liked ruthless force, he was still proud. Choose to win.

Alan Bayer refuted him on whether or not, and refuted him in an understatement. "If I think violence can't defeat the dark universe, then why will my power be enjoyed by my god? He is just a child of that dark universe. Since he has betrayed me, he has transformed into countless people in that dark galaxy. Twisted and grotesque, don’t judge yourself in the terms of an Imperial loyalist, Mr. Monster.”

"The Emperor did not create my Primarch to be violent. He was originally an excellent commander, but his accidental loss caused the Butcher's Nail to embed in his head. It was that accident that led to the wrath of the World Eaters. , beg him that the Emperor never intended to fill the universe with violence and evil in the first place."

"He sees farther than any life I know, and he is older than anything I have ever seen. And I am just a so-called "prophet" who observes the sky from a well and is trapped in a cocoon."

"Like my daemon primarch, I have fallen, been foolish, seemingly intelligent, but a puppet, manipulated by Vengar and the gods."

The sergeant fell into silence. His proud body and raised legs and arms were slightly lowered. He realized that his perfect victory was broken at this moment, just like glass products, which could no longer be repaired.

That did not negate what they recognized, nor did it negate the goal given to him by the gods, but as a warrior, the idea of ​​not wanting to lose echoed in his mind, but at this moment, his feeling turned into anger.

"How dare I say that! Mortal!" His voice was amplified by the grille, like the roar of hell. Just being around him was enough to rupture his eardrums and damage his central nervous system.

Alan Bair raised his weapon and hit him on the armor without hesitation, destroying the grille. The strong heat rays made the Chaos Warrior feel that his mouth seemed to be burning, and his face was pressed against the yellow Where the Bronze Throne is.

"Ah!" he cried out, but his voice became strange and no longer so scary.

Alan Bayer said no. "I've got his soldiers nervous and the duel has begun!"

Heat rays, bang bang bang, flames flashing at the muzzle, those dead things are enough to melt ceramite and kill Superman, Sergeant Ma is using his shoulder armor, the strongest part of his armor to resist, even though the metal there has changed It was pitted and ugly, but the heat rays only made it even more ugly.

Second Lieutenant Pi Nao's efforts were never bad or useless. When the demigod couldn't help but slow down his movement slightly due to the pain in his body, thanks to Alan Bair's unknown strengthening, he actually accomplished something that no mortal could believe. Miracle.

He used an almost perfect sideways movement to avoid the lightning-like impact and the subsequent chain sword. At this moment, even someone who knew Alan Bair as well as the staff officer couldn't help shouting. "Emperor!"

If the Skadi people trusted Alan Bair and allowed him to face the traitor alone, but at this moment they truly realized that the person in front of them, the person commanding them, was the person chosen by the Emperor, destined to accomplish great achievements. , otherwise Juecuo would not be able to dodge that attack.

Although the Space Marines may look bulky, they are never slow, never stupid, and never poor in martial arts. The World Eaters have accumulated thousands of years of technology and power, and even sacrificed their souls for it, and such attacks are dodged by mortals. The surprise and shame even shook the members of the commando team next to them.

"Brother? Does my body need to be adjusted?" Compared with Weingar, the feelings of the team are more intensive and urgent. The members of the team are asking their captain immediately, but the non-commissioned officer is also surprised. He is so quick. answer.

"It's just good luck..." He said that, but is it really luck? War and battles are not dominated by luck. The sergeant became alert, and he knew very well how powerful his attack was.

And Alan Bayer himself seems calm and calm, but fear and cold sweat still can't help overflowing. He has experienced countless difficulties and adventures in his life, and he has faced countless enemies, but this is not the most dangerous one. .

"Ha...it seems the Emperor is protecting him, and where are my gods? Heretics."

The sergeant realized that something was right. That mortal was slightly different from the weak and ignorant things in his concept. No wonder he was admired by so many people, and he made up his mind at this moment. "He won't let me live."

"If Bucheng doesn't, it's his gods, it's the Red Pirates, or it's the war."

"I am a variable, my disgusting thing."

Alan Bayer was not very happy to be so "praised" by the heretic. He also slowly adjusted the firearm to the melt mode, and then the noncommissioned officer raised his weapon. The confrontation between them at this moment was neither Gao Dong nor Gao Dong. Life and death.

Guns and blades, chain saws and melta, space warriors and imperial guardsmen, they have the same roots, but at this moment, the blades are in the wrong barrel, with survival as the goal, fighting for victory, and fighting.

If the Emperor were here, he would definitely not want to see such a situation, but that dark universe broke all the beauty. Hatred grew in the hearts of humans, the greed of heretics, the hatefulness of traitors, the distortion of monsters, those whose fate fell like this The presence of the clearly alive Imperial people was like a heavy burden.

Alan Bair carries his weight forward. Although he seems out of tune, although he seems to be omnipotent, he does not deny God. If he kills a superman, he must pay the price.

"Emperor." He looked at the charging sergeant. "If you really bless him and are really paranoid about him, then..."

He raised his gun and listened to the roar of the chain sword and the impact of the power armor stepping on the adamantine floor. At this moment, it was difficult to describe who would win, but who would die and who would survive? , they will all change the direction of that war.

Take a deep breath, aim, and shoot. For Alan Bair, it was like muscle memory. It was extremely fast. Even if he was not a Space Marine, he had to admit that the shooting was different from the slowness of mortals in their eyes. At least the lifting and aiming of the gun were different. , has reached the level of the Astartes.

But without experience, he still lacks experience. The only thing in life that cannot be obtained out of thin air is experience. Compared with him, the Chaos Warrior sergeant has much more experience.

The terrifying red giant just used some small skills in swordsmanship to create the illusion of sight. He raised the chain sword in a strange posture. When staring at that thing with the naked eye, it can even be said that such a posture will make the If people look at it unconsciously, their actual distance will be blurred at this moment. Otherwise, the little skills he learned from the spirit tribe will be extremely useful at this moment!

According to his experience, the gap should be less than one meter, but that battle was too terrifying and had reached a level beyond human beings. A range of one meter would be a chasm and an insurmountable mountain range, and at this moment Alan Bayer He was concentrating, and the sergeant quickly judged that there was no doubt that he had been hit!

And he wanted to maintain the illusion of a one-meter field of view and suddenly accelerate, and then cut off Dong Cuomian's head.

The Chaos Space Marines do not lack the intelligence of Alan Bair. They are well aware of the power of that firearm, but such a weapon cannot kill the Space Marines at a close distance, so the sergeant dares to bet that the worst case scenario is paralysis. , it’s best to kill him directly!

One meter is enough, but Alan Bayer knows nothing. In his eyes, the enemy is approaching. He concentrates, holds his breath, and prepares the gun to fire. Only by shooting at a foolproof distance can he win the real victory, because he Sure, even if you melt half of the Chaos traitor, the remaining half can tear his body apart before death!

Five meters, three meters, too fast, two meters! Alan Bayer was surprised. He could hardly keep up with that speed. He thought silently, "It's very long, bear with it!"

But that kind voice suddenly appeared in his thoughts. "Shoot, his boy."

Shoot?

shot!

Without thinking, could he have trusted that voice? After the burning sound of the air brought by the sizzling hot melt and the violent and terrifying flash, the Chaos Warrior looked at his almost completely evaporated body. "Why, I...see...through him..."

His powerful body was almost completely carbonized, and the power armor turned into magma and flowed, burning the ground red. Alan Bair's legs and arms trembled. He looked at the muzzle of the gun filled with coal smoke and answered. "Probably not. The Emperor chose him."

It makes up for the 8,000 words I didn’t write before.