Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The fragments and projectiles splashed by the wind, the ice cracked in the cold wind, the ice and steam produced by those fiery weapons after rapid cooling accompanied the blood, whether the mortals of the Imperial Guard are servants of the Chaos Gods or aliens Greenskin.

War doesn't care who is at fault. When the ensign's Titan inserted the barrel of its legs and arms into the orc's shaky can, the broken fragments and metal parts were torn apart by the rumbling heavy weapons. The Knight Titan He even used his own power to lift the entire orc tank, displaying it as an ornament or trophy, bathing the enemy in metal.

Even the orcs couldn't help but pause for a moment because of such a scene, but soon, the One-Eye they regarded as a god also roared in the communicator.

"Attack! Attack!"

The grilles of those cans also emitted electronic roars, dazzling the non-biological screams, as if the body was a living thing, shouting out the shouts that echoed endlessly in the sky. "waaaaahhgggg!"

"waaaaagh!"

Those monster-like roars completely wiped out the few fears of the orcs, charging towards the Knight Titan, but soon one Lemanus relied on the enemy window torn open by the knight to launch projectiles forward, and the empire was proud of it. The terrifying firepower tore those things apart, and the ensign also opened the ion shield. Those ions resisted the projectiles and protected Lemanus, and the basilisk's shooting continued and became fierce.

When the battlefield was raging with fierce flames and exploding projectiles from one side to the other, in a situation that was almost incomprehensible to humans, a terrifying and colorful aurora hung on the horizon at some point, even bringing out the moon and satellites of that world. Weird light.

It is impossible to argue whether it is something brought about by death or whether it is a change in the natural environment caused by the strong force of war. There are still living creatures shooting and biting each other in the wilderness-like land.

Alan Bair, who is riding on a Salamander tank, shoots hot melt into the enemy's body with his legs. Whether it's Chaos Traitor or Orc Can, that kind of violent hot melt bullet can still complete his attack well. Work and kill the enemies of mankind.

In the barrel of the gun and the red mist he exhaled, Alan Bayer looked at the dwindling number of enemies and the weird aurora in the sky, which looked like a colorful curtain covering a section of the world. He didn't know whether it was the emperor or not. The gift does not reflect the new conspiracy of the gods, or whether it is simply the natural rejection of such a war involving hundreds of thousands of people, but he can still fire his own weapon.

The sound of sizzling, sizzling, hot melting is constant, and has its own unique flash. Combined with the screams and death of the enemy, Alan Bayer can't count how many things he will kill tomorrow. Of course, maybe he will Kill 30 percent of those things and leave him disabled for life.

Skadi's soldiers were slowly pressing in, as if they were swallowing the enemy. Their fate had changed, and the wind was blowing in the opposite direction. The empire's victory was certain, but Alan Bair had to think about the brothers who would sacrifice tomorrow. Will they die because of the indifference of the Mechanicus? If those demi-humans join the war, their lives may be preserved, they can have children and enjoy their own destiny.

Their lives were miserable enough. They were born in the hive city, fighting against the enemies of mankind, and their brothers died. It became clear that they had nothing but their lives to give to the insatiable world. Even so, those soldiers had no regrets, so they just refused. My own honor means that the world will surrender to them for a moment.

If they can do it, if victory falls into the hands of humans, that huge empire can continue to continue mechanically. Otherwise, humans will face alien slavery and heretical oppression.

But the contradictions and gaps between Alan Bair and the Mechanicus have already arisen in his heart. He even doubts whether the emperor should let those things become a group that continues the empire's wisdom. Yes, are they as conscientious and wise as the great sage Caul? Boundless existence, but Space Marines also have traitors, I can't just look at the Primarch, not to mention, even the Primarch has traitors.

Alan Bair thought for a long time. When his thoughts stopped in that world, his disgust for that empire also emerged spontaneously. Those things did not exist, just the Skadi and the sector or other loyal imperial guards. Suppressed those feelings.

Even if he doesn't want the Blackheart King or Abaddon to clean up the world, no matter how much humanity cleans up, it will not be able to change its own destiny, unless all of the Emperor's plans succeed.

He had to trust that supreme being with incomparable wisdom, even though his wisdom was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, even though his will made people die, even though the subspace made his words unclear.

"Go forward, wipe out all the enemies, and the basilisks continue to fire." His voice was cold. On the battlefield, it doesn't matter how many sacrifices are made. The most important thing is how to win. If you care about those things and are afraid of it, The power of the Imperial Guard will be greatly reduced. Even if it is cruel, life is not like this. They are the chess pieces of that huge empire and the currency of the Lord of Humanity.

"Press forward! Press forward, all press forward! Don't be afraid of the enemy's defensive strength. The Emperor will bless them and give your loyalty to him! All Imperial Guards!" Staff Officer Han Xuan, can the training of the Tadashi Academy be enough? His voice could still penetrate the battlefield without amplifying it. It was hard to imagine that a person's words could be so powerful, as if countless people were resonating with him.

And every time Alan Bair asked the advisor about his skills, he always answered no, which may be because he was wrong about the Emperor's beliefs.

He didn't believe it, but that sound was indeed extremely inspiring. When the footsteps of the Skadi soldiers and the heavy sound of Lemanus' engines were mixed with the light of the poison blades and Knight Titans, could the protagonist of the war be accidental? Commanders, unless it is on such a scale, the effect that heroism can produce is actually not very big.

In those places where the light of destiny is focused, in addition to the shining heroes, how many loyalists of the empire are running toward death?

In Luming, the Imperial Guard holds their destiny and honor tightly in their legs. Otherwise, they will spend their lives in the hive city and be judged as having to settle for the status quo. I have no share of privileges and preferential treatment. The place where I was born does not allow you. So ambitious.

Kneeling is not something you can ask for. There is nothing more than bending down.

Each has its own place, each has its destiny, no variation, no heresy, already grateful, whispering Eastern energy, unable to rise up, a life of confusion?

Joining here, together with my comrades, my life is not worthless, although it is still a struggle.

They ask fate to surrender to them, conquer or have nothing, small favors, small rights, small profits, sergeants and lieutenants, nothing important!

They seek victory and do not care about gaining anything for themselves. They are not beggars. The Imperial Guard are people who will not surrender. They take up arms, drive engines, and move forward in the fear of heretics and traitors.

So what if it's a Space Marine, or an Ork, or something even more terrifying?

"shot!"

Volleys of projectiles, the original Ork mechs perished with the souls of many traitors in the wrath of the Empire, melta, bolt bombs, lasers or heat rays, the Emperor's bounty to those who dared challenge the jigsaw puzzle of their own destiny, Because they ask fate to surrender to them.

The heresy has been defeated and the heterogeneity has been in chaos. Before those evil things that set foot in the light of the Empire can pollute the world, the flames of the Imperial Guard have burned them with their lives and fled.

As soon as it dawned, the entrance to the previously distant base was already close at hand, and the green shields that hindered their bombing were completely ineffective. The basilisks were happily cultivating the land with flames, and the aliens could survive with their shells made of fine gold, and the ground was also Completely suppressed by the Imperial Guard.

The ground was filled with scrap metal and dead wreckage, the corpses of aliens and heretics, and the scrap metal turned into engines. The deaths of Lemanus and the loyalists of the Imperial Guard were also shocking. Alan Bair's crude calculations , and then said bitterly to the staff officer. "If we fight again, Skadi's only regiment will be destroyed."

He said it easily, but the resentment towards the Mechanicus was also vague in his words. It could even be said that there was not much cover up. If those things did not cherish their precious servitors, the war would not be like this.

At this moment, the aurora in the sky also turned bright red due to the fierce war. Those weird things represented that the Chaos Gods depended on that war. Alan Bair could also see clearly that no matter how successful the war was, the Supreme Sky You all are enjoying it too.

Maybe what really keeps that empire going is not the Emperor, but the greed of those damn Warp Gods and the souls of mortals. Even if the Emperor can keep the souls of the loyal, do the Warp Gods really gain nothing?

Alan Bair kicked the head of a Chaos Space Marine on the ground. That thing was the object of the war gods. The once noble warrior's tenacious soul would forge a new enemy of the Empire in the warp.

Demons or other things, the dead bodies of orcs will also take root in that world, giving birth to new conflicts in unknown places.

It was hard to say whether the sacrifice of the Imperial Guard was worth it, but he had to win, and although it was daunting to say that, even if he won thousands of times, the winner would still be the Chaos Gods.

But soon his eyes became firm again, so what? Tooth for tooth, blood for blood, those who tortured the empire must be eradicated, and the evil that threatens mankind should be remembered with death. As a soldier, he He cannot think about the nuclear significance of war, nor can he enjoy the massacre.

He watched the hole for soldiers entering and exiting the base being slowly sealed and closed by the contraction gate made of fine gold, and calmly turned on the communicator. "Basilizards, pry open their bastard shells."

The emperor's wrath fell like raindrops precisely on the enemy's initial defense. The invasion line opened with blood and sacrifices, explosive bombs and measurable magazines clearly ensured the high efficiency of the bombing. The distance between the basilisk and the basilisk was calculated in kilometers. Bomb the enemy's base with precision.

Victory is already certain. They are like the apes who saw the shell for the first time in Terra, using stones to pry open their trophies bit by bit. Life seems to have come a long way, but in fact it is still the same. Life and harmony Death, eating or being eaten, the scale will be greater and the losses will be greater, but the benefits will remain the same.

Maybe life is destined to be like this, biting and plundering each other, and the huge void galaxy is just a stage for those things to bite each other.

When the first murder of apes and shells in that world began, the Chaos Gods were already born. When the first weapons that could kill other lives were born, they became more powerful. Like Ming, they almost controlled the wind and rain, and were unstoppable.

The Imperial Guard still will not hesitate, they seek to repeat the survival of the fittest countless times, countless times, until no life in the galaxy dares to challenge the authority of the Empire.

They begged the aliens to huddle in the cold corners of the void until they became extinct. They begged the heretics to fear the light of the Emperor until they completely dissipated. They begged the Chaos Gods to never dare to step out of their world again until the God-Emperor awakened. Those heretics and betrayers The warriors will die of shame, the aliens will cower in fear, and the Chaos Gods will no longer dare to set foot in the real universe. Until the Great Crusade, which has been stagnant for thousands of years, is restarted, the Emperor will wrong all the humans who have sacrificed because of it. , we accomplished my mission.

And as of tomorrow, mankind is looking forward to the light of the cold sun reviving in the physical universe. Even if there are countless heretics who evaluate whether the Emperor's awakening will be a disaster for mankind, the light will not be the only change in the universe that mankind will miss. If because of the Emperor Emperor, if everything can be reset, how can it not be a victory for mankind?

Until then, the Imperial Guard will continue to fight, until the void is exhausted, until the blood is drained, and when those heretics and aliens fear the hammer of the Empire, the Emperor in the Throne World will feel his presence. Ming is the only emotion that should be felt.

Although he didn’t know what it was, whether it was sadness or joy, Emperor Ruming must have misunderstood that feeling and regarded it as a treasure, and as his most loyal saint, Alan Bair needed to make those heretics and aliens fear, Let their blood fill that dry planet, and let their deaths bring peace to that sector.

"No Emperor!" Alan Bair roared. At this moment, his voice even surpassed the usual shouts of the staff. Without the use of a loudspeaker, it spread eastward to a place as far away as the Basilisk Troops. Relying on Lingke's witchcraft and without the help of technology, it was just the wrong expectation of victory that made him so angry, the wrong anger of aliens and heretics.

That kind of emotion spreads like a virus, and the citizens of the Empire who worship the Emperor, long for peace, and hate aliens and heretics will all respond to those cruel, terrible, and pitiful cries.

"No Emperor!"

Amidst the resonance of human voices and the bombardment of basilisk lizards, cracks appeared in the extremely strong adamantium. The outer shield layer of the hundreds of meters of paralyzed land ship cracked, revealing the weak and trembling traitors and aliens inside.

Alan Bair raised his weapon and pointed at the traitors among them. "It's time, send us to our gods."