Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 153 Raise a toast to victory, the sacrifice will not be forgotten, because the God Emperor bless them

When the people forget their duty they are no longer human and become something less than beasts. They have no place in the bosom of humanity nor in the heart of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten

When people forget their responsibilities, they cease to be human and become beasts. They exist neither in the hearts of men nor in the hearts of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten.

——Imperial Codex

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After the short-term victory brought by the Skadi people, the power of chaos entrenched here collapsed. Those turbid electromagnetic interferences were no longer seen. The clear communication also represented the enemy's retreat, not to mention the ink of Weengar's request. A signal for Lorwyn to rest.

The assault team picked up the bones of their brothers, and Alan Bair gave them the only respect as a reward for protecting the empire before they became traitors. Even though their rebellion caused greater losses, those sins have been liquidated by death.

And the Space Marine assault team left in the east will live in fear and struggle, in their own shattered dignity. If they are lucky enough to avenge Alan Bair, he may be more willing to send them to their destruction. Reunion in front of.

The shame caused by them bowing down to mortals at this moment will accompany them for a long life, until they die of overwhelming weight.

The enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner to avoid further losses. They knew that they could not take the castle. The communications soldiers in the first-level command area chattered incessantly at Alan Bair, as if they had unlimited energy and had never experienced war.

"Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair is back. They held on. The enemy was defeated. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The traitors were avoiding the Skadi elites like the ebbing tide. Alan Bair was not happy. About a few minutes away, the staff officer came with a lot of dog tags, and the dogs The cards represent that world where there are many fewer unique Skadi people.

They are indeed despicable in the hive, but they are not strong Imperial warriors at this moment. The honor of the Emperor. The war against the Chaos Space Marines is too cruel. When those who are designed to deal with Chaos and xenos are now wronging their compatriots. Drawing swords against each other will cause more damage than the aliens.

But in that dark universe, what state are mortals in? The Emperor designed the Space Marines because he believed that mortals could not bear the restoration of that huge universe... But as Ming seemed to think, such a design was not wrong. As long as there was enough faith and strength, humanity itself would still be indestructible.

No matter how strong the body is, it can't prevent the consciousness from being invaded by chaos, and no matter how smart the brain is, it will be corrupted by honor and struggle. Those supermen do have a lot of behaviors that can be called angels, but at this moment they have brought death and cruelty.

Looking at the list of dead brothers, Alan Bayer understood why the high lords of Terra were so afraid of those supermen. If that power was uncontrollable, desperate killings would come, but compared to the mortal troops, they were There are still better conditions for rebellion.

At least the Space Marines can still carry barges and travel between the stars, and the Imperial Guard can endure conflicts with the navy, large and small. Moreover, mortals rely too much on the Ministry of Military Affairs, and even if they rebel, it will be difficult to form a large-scale legion, but is it chaotic? Space Marines don't need it at all.

Those supermen can fight for a long time without eating or drinking, and can kill a dozen mortals even with bare legs and bare fists. It is difficult to say that such monsters are human, and it is difficult to be truly controlled.

The betrayal of the Space Marines will always hurt the human empire, and those supermen often need a great commander to burst out with power, open the wound, and let the ancient empire feel the pain of staying up all night.

When Alan Bayer walked in the command room, the brothers' dog tags were lined up in a row, shining, and they looked lonely in the light of promethium. From the beginning of Alan Bayer's loneliness to the dawn, the family members were changing. Constantly, comrades left and new ones arrived, but now, he realized that there were fewer and fewer Skadi people.

He has no real concept of racism, but he still knows very well where he belongs in his life. Ruming's hometown is no longer there, wars continue, and he has not done his duty well.

"1...2...3...768...769...770..." He counted the dog tags. Did they represent things of life? It was hard to imagine that such small things could represent those living men and women of the empire. No.

Just like the data reported by the staff before, 770 people, Skadi's number has been severely reduced, and he arrived so late. He cannot afford to mistake his comrades. He should not engage in any exploration or treasure digging in the void. If he can Go back early...

But the silent command room was opened, the thump of military boots was heard, and a deep male voice sang a familiar melody. "If wildcats can succeed, then they probably can too, and tomorrow's story will be remembered, sung by generations of loyal ones, and the Emperor's will will always be fulfilled."

Alan Bayer teased as the staff officer walked over.

"Why are the lyrics different every time?"

said the staff officer. "He has been away from home for so long that he even barely knows where he came from. He entered Tadashi Academy when he was a child."

"But if he can understand my feeling, it's like arriving in a big family for the first time, but my brothers and sisters are gradually leaving. When the military camp is empty, the remaining traces of life in those beds make him feel like a knife."

"But they cannot stay. There are many soldiers who need my comfort, and many wars need my command. And he is not your chief of staff (high-ranking commander), nor the most loyal servant of the emperor. He is ordering me at this moment. Captain Cady, Lord of the Landless War, goes and takes my family to pledge their loyalty to the Emperor."

He took out the appointment letter that he had prepared. It said Skadi, War Lord's Thought, and Alan Bair, but the appearance above could no longer be realized. Without a homeland, only the Skadi people in the east need his command, and Skadi is immortal.

Alan Bair brushed the special piece of paper, and the Star of Terra badge at the heart of his chest shone brightly, as if to tell him that people like me will never succeed until they succeed and drive away the traitors and aliens. satisfy.

"The Emperor, if the war can ever end, he wants to return to Skadi."

the staff officer asked. "It's already a barren land."

"Titanium." Alan Bair answered that word, and the staff was silent. Indeed, if the Skadi relied on that terrible environmental modification technology with the help of the aliens.

"Is it really blasphemous? He would actually say such words one day, but no, he agrees. If we rely on those blue-skinned allies..." Staff officers, especially senior staff officers, to be precise, they are not soldiers, but directly under the emperor and military affairs Special members of the Ministry, they are neither members nor supervisors, and their status as consultants makes him absolutely unstoppable. He can listen to such heretical words and remain indifferent, but he is not a human being.

He took a deep breath of air, even if the air in that world was not clear, he said. "Now go outside and say something to the soldiers. Don't worry about the second lieutenant. The lieutenant is taking care of him. His internal organs have been smashed by the traitors. Now he has to rest for half a year..."

Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "He's not worried about that kid. It seems that the captain and he are very close?" For the Skadi and even the Falakians, can Alan Bair be their "parents" accurately? .

The boy didn't even care about his own marriage, but he was interested in the two people because they were so close, which made the counselor cough. "Let's talk about it after the war."

Alan Beyer retorted. "At first they thought defeating the greenskins and red pirates would deny the war, then they would return to Skadi to deny the war, and now..."

"They can't let good things happen. The Ministry of Military Affairs can't control them now. They can hold a military blind date or something."

The staff officer's eyelids twitched a few times, and then he said. "How heretical, what was I thinking?"

"Forget it, that's wrong. The new supplies will arrive tomorrow morning, and John has done a big job for them."

Alan Beyer asked. "What's the meaning?"

The staff officer swallowed. "Fresh ones are here, truckloads are transported from the freezer."

Alan Bayer acted late. "Is that kid getting rich?"

said the staff officer. "During that time, he poured most of his resources into a team of experienced Rogue Traders. Those guys with approval simply explored a commercial road to other star regions in the subspace and came back with a large amount of supplies. ”

"The Ministry of Military Affairs in Port Nao still has no contact. The agricultural world in that area has also fallen into a subspace storm. Even if that world cannot please them, they will send the supplies."

Alan Bair wanted to laugh, but sighed. "It's a good cup of sweet spring, but the enemy is very present, the aliens are raging, and the heretics are entrenched. He needs comrades more than supplies. Bu Nao has no choice. Let me ask Yidong first, what kind of meat?"

The staff officer coughed. "Golo beasts, bull ants, birds, aquatic products, etc."

Alan Beyer said. "Bring a flamethrower for seasonings. They don't light a fire. They slowly roast the gizzards for tens of thousands of people to eat. And they're going to cook them now!"

"Get a couple of good flamethrowers, score the meat, coat it with spices and seasonings, and then quickly sear it with military-grade flames."

The consultant's stomach made a bright sound, and then he coughed to cover up the embarrassment. In fact, at the end of the dark forty millennium, such good things were enough for people to get out of the cruelty, but one family was happy and the other was sad. When the traitors realized their situation, they began to regret the invasion.

Merovingian's body was constantly collapsing due to excessive use of his spiritual powers. When Wengar pointed angrily at Vartech and questioned him. "They lost a lot of brothers just because I said Merovingian was infallible, but it only took half a day to fall into severance and weakness, and it is even collapsing now."

"I let his plan be disrupted again. I deceived him, and he didn't know that Merovingian was targeting me. Maybe I felt that I had the power and the entire expeditionary force was in my lap?"

"The Lord Huron sent him to command there, but not me, the blacksmith."

Vartech wiped the spittle from his face. He could see that Veengar was in good condition. His anger made him suspicious and fearful, and he also had the sequelae of a mortal driving a rail rifle into his heart like a nail, and he It doesn't disapprove of doctors, not to mention that doctors can't cure such a situation.

"I'm hysterical. If Merovingian had been deprived of nutrients, it would have withered. But they just failed and lost the opportunity and cocoa. Now I must command the legions, spread out, and plunder the sources of cocoa everywhere. and supplies to maintain the Merovingian presence.”

Veengar asked. "Am I commanding him?" His legs gripped the blacksmith's shoulders angrily, and Valtex silently touched his weapon, and the two of them were at war with each other.

There cannot be two tigers in one mountain. When Valtex showed his ambition, such a situation was almost destined. Huron did not pay attention to the desires of his heart, which led to Ruming's situation, but the fate was still interesting. If it weren't for Valtex, Vaingal Coco would be dead.

But if it weren't for Valtek, Wengar Coco would not have been sniped at all, and they would not have attacked, instead they would have attacked when Merovingian's condition was more stable.

The incident had already happened, and it was unclear who was at fault. Weingar felt at this moment that he and the blacksmith in front of him were incompatible with each other. Valtex also tasted the killing intent of the Red Angel, and within a few hundred meters, In a narrow space, the demigod's hurricane will destroy everything.

The mortal servant had timidly left, and the two supermen were confronting each other. But what flashed through Veengar's mind at this moment was not what Huron said. If you want to achieve great things, you must learn to be patient.

His chainsword was roaring, something that should not have been withdrawn was stopped, and there was no blood. Veengar was too calm, he could not leave Valtex, he could feel that he was wrong for the Merovingians. The pathological mastery of the power was beyond his reach.

"He needs me just as I told him, blacksmith."

Valtex also retracted his whip. The two people who had been at war with each other just now began to look at the strategic map as if nothing had happened, thinking about where to plunder the force and how to bypass the blockade of the Imperial Guard.

Then there are the traitors of Chaos. Those twisted and terrifying things are absolutely wrong and abnormal on the outside, but they can do great things and endure. In the blood and violence, their humanity is also blurred, but the beasts know when to endure. When to bite.

Those who rebelled into the dark universe had their external desires and bestiality, distrust and anti-group character completely aroused. They were doomed to fail because they simply rejected the Chaos Gods they worshiped.

They cannot form civilization again, they cannot maintain calm, and their souls have become turbid. At first, they will enslave normal people to form their own kingdom, but they will only build castles in the air called violence.

That's not what the Chaos Gods want. They don't want the void to be silent, but they want the void to always be like a huge colosseum. Whatever destroys their plan, even if it's not the emperor, they want to be shattered to pieces.

What's more, a mortal...

One thing to say here, everyone please remember to brush your teeth, brush your teeth every day, so that you can ensure normal food intake to maintain your loyalty.

An unhealthy body creates an unfaithful will! There he recommended the sprout house...

Oh, he doesn’t have any ads, so brushing your teeth is really important.

Then, if the knight-level titan does not have a void shield, then it has an ion shield, and only the castle master-level knight can have it. This has been changed, and now it has an ion shield.

Doesn't he understand what aliens and knights are all about? ) Thoughts