Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Alan Bayer didn't expect that his badge could be used. Maybe it was because the core of it also had the ability to counter-spirit, and the special genes of the untouchables were programmed into it. Those things were like a dark black hole that absorbed the spirit. in.

In narrow tunnels, the effect becomes even more powerful. In the words of soldiers, the body odor cannot escape, as if it is constantly hitting between metals, attacking their nasal cavities and nerves.

But that event brought about the most coveted victory. After the servitors were quickly cleared, the entire tower was suppressed by horses, and those bastards who rudely attacked the Imperial Guard and the mechanical heretics who took away the life force of the loyal were exterminated. It was settled quickly, and in just a few hours, the most hidden and core areas were uncovered by the Imperial Guard.

In front of the dark area, the outermost area of ​​the hidden tower, the thick adamantine door and walls are almost indestructible. The defense of that room is comparable to the armor of the Imperial Baneblade, but the Imperial Guard is already surrounding it at this moment, and they are crawling on the ground. This place is like a poisonous snake that is always thirsty for blood, and their leader is looking at the door painted with bones and gears.

"The heretic's first stronghold there..." He wasn't quite sure, and he wasn't sure what was behind. The wall was too thick, and even if his anti-spiritual cocoa force allowed the auspicious device to operate normally, he couldn't see clearly what was behind.

When they tore open the inside, they saw whether they were enemies or something else, which made people a little uneasy.

After all, if they meet the Oil Guys on the wrong side, God knows what those lunatics will do. Even ordinary people will go crazy in desperate moments, and high-end scientific researchers like the Oil Guys will die together with the Imperial Guard. It is just a matter of normal operation. After all, the Imperial people We all know what will happen to traitors.

When the Imperial Guard showed up and tried to kill him, the Adeptus Mechanicus probably knew his end.

Because the oil guy has the common knowledge of a poor man, his desire for life is much stronger than ordinary citizens of the empire. Alan Bayer didn't know what to do with the oil guy for a moment.

Then he decided to support him. "The engineering troops welded the door shut with welding guns, and then they retreated."

A few guys from the engineering team have unknowingly become comfortable with all kinds of civil engineering groceries. After all, they are the only engineers with professional backgrounds in Skadi, and everyone else is welding their own wires in the nest city. level.

Skadi's biggest shortcoming is that he doesn't have a lot of talent. Is that talent worthy of those hive guys who are full of martial arts but have a pit in their brains, or civilian men who have nothing but their brains? An elite Imperial Guard officer on the table.

Although the quality of the individual soldiers is extremely high, some of the staff members have formal backgrounds, and the most other academic qualifications are at the level of a pdf training camp. But if Minskadi has been destroyed, the only regiment in Skadi cannot find educated nobles. The officer replenishes the human legs.

Forget it, the combat field is not bad at all. Generally speaking, after the blue sparks flickered in the darkness and the sizzling sound, Alan Bayer felt very uneasy, and asked a few people to move the one next to him. A large pile of instruments was pushed in front of the door and tied together with the oversized black pipes that could be seen everywhere with Imperial equipment, making them into one piece.

Alan Bair kicked something in front of him fiercely and remained motionless. I wonder if his current strength is almost the same as that of a green-skinned boss. "Well, even if there were a company of Ogryns inside, they probably wouldn't be able to get out."

He patted his leg. "Take out civilian relief supplies and they go to the east to help civilians."

"Move, move, make sure the area is clear." He picked up his weapon, found the line interface at that place, and cut off the power there with a blast of heat. The loss was actually not big. The equipment inside was normal, but Otherwise, it will be paralyzed for a short period of time without a command system, and there will be no possibility for the sage to regain his strength.

It can't be considered a complete victory. After the governor activated the power of the demonic machine, the strategic value of that place was no longer enough for the Imperial Guard to take risks. After all, there wouldn't be multiple command points in Nadong.

If the oil man is not prone to starvation or lack of oxygen, he will probably live there for a while, and he will not have any excrement. If he will not destroy the building of the command room due to mental problems, then It should be pretty clean by the time the Imperial Guard recovers it.

They are not demons either. As long as their profits are sufficient, efficiency comes first. They clean up the area to ensure the safety of citizens. The rebels can let things continue if they have enough energy. At the end of that dark forty millennium, there is no such thing as human civilization. There is no room for any preferential treatment of the enemy. Killing them would not be the greatest mercy.

Because they wrongly caused greater losses to the citizens of the empire, howls were everywhere, corpses and death filled the east of the dark tower, the hill of corpses was mixed with the organizations of the Mechanicus servitors, I couldn't distinguish between those things How many legs and arms were there, after all, those who were shot by the large-mouthed automatic ejector (a common name for automatic firearms) were almost torn apart.

Because the outer zenith of the hive city hinders the hot climate of that world, the dryness is also moistened by blood and steam, raindrops and wars. Those flesh and blood give off a slightly rotten smell, red, red, if not for the clothes where those things are , it feels like being in a slaughterhouse.

People are no longer human, they have no dignity, and there is no room for respect for life. In other words, the battlefield is a slaughterhouse, and the Skadi people are very alive in the entire universe. The few Skadi people are butchers. .

If there really is a so-called paradise, Alan Bayer knows very well that whether he goes there or not, he will not be able to guarantee that physical decay will not bring disease. He looked at the sweepers in the army, and generally they are not Skadi's ninth Company, sorting weapons, trophies, and cleaning up corpses...

This is not the first time that the promethium flame has burned the body. Usually there are more aliens and heretics. But the body of the loyalist is still burning like this. There is a crackling sound and the smell of carbonization, and the raindrops hit the corpse. The flames, fat, flesh and blood fibers, and other things gave off a suffocating feeling, and the black smoke slowly moved towards it.

Alan Bair came like a monarch, and the black tower became his castle, just like a king from the feudal world. His temperament and gorgeous military uniforms could not calm the emotions of the citizens of the empire. He even turned that century-old The unchanged green helmet was replaced by the empire's orthodox war lord's cap, gorgeous and inlaid with skulls and eagle emblems, holy and powerful.

He is neither a saint of the Emperor nor an angel who determines life and death. If he falls on earth, the ground he treads will be the chaos of war. For mortals, the Imperial Guard is the best they can hope for. Strong combat power, while others, such as Astartes, Battle Sisters, Titan Legion, etc. are not legendary.

They're down on one knee, even if they're ragged, even if they're wounded, even if they've just fought a heretic, to them the Imperial Guard means nothing to them, and that won't change until they die, until They dry up.

Alan Bayer took the hat and bowed to those corpses, because their efforts made the war go so smoothly. Although they were no longer in smoke and floating into the sky at this moment, the efforts and blood they spilled made people sigh.

If there is light in that dark galaxy, then the only two sources of light are the Emperor and the sacrifice. They deserve the tribute of the Imperial Guard and the sacrifice is worth it.

As if the victory had come, the Emperor's light shone on the ground again, but those people could no longer see it. When the Skadis came to the warrior kneeling on one knee with the "Emperor Brick" and the cowhide prayer After handing over the supplies to the refugees in front of them, the citizens kneeling in the east realized that they were not soldiers, but the group of people in front of them were real soldiers.

"Emperor..." A "former soldier" lowered his head and stuffed the food into his mouth. The food was actually not delicious, but whether he accepted it meant that they were no longer warriors. They had given away their own After becoming citizens again, they need to think about how to redeem themselves.

Some people recited prayers, some swallowed food, and most of the veterans who had served were dead. It was clear whether they could live. Those who came from the east, but those people would not be timid about heresy. War was not their fate. Attribution is uncertain.

Death is not terrible. Sometimes it is cruel not to die well. In that dark void, death on the battlefield is not something you want. If you fall into the lap of a heretic, if you are controlled by an alien, what kind of pain will they experience...

It was not easy for them to live in the East, but Alan Bayer saw that there were people who did not eat food and did not sing the dossier. Only two people, in the second row of tens of thousands of refugees, slowly walked towards Alan Bayer. They are seen in the crowd as mascots patrol.

A girl, underage, with very gorgeous and beautiful clothes, and a clean and energetic face. If she was at least junior high school age in her previous life, the other person was wearing dusty clothes, the clothes of the rebels, and she was a young man, at most no more than 10 years old. thirty.

"Why don't you eat something?"? Alan Bair asked with interest.

The girl answered. "He begged to find his father."

the soldier replied. "He has unresolved matters with heretics."

Alan Beyer thought for a while. "So do we all have our own responsibilities? So, how much information do we know, and how much is it worth to him?"

the young man replied. "He knows the situation of the war. He knows all the battles there and has experienced them. He will never let you down, respected Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard."

Alan Beyer asked. "Do you know military ranks well?"

said one of the young men. "His father was not a priest, but he did not want him to become a cog boy, so he had two years of military training on that world's moons and in the Imperial Guard, hoping that he could join the Skitarii."

"He can also recognize the symbols of respect."

Alan Bair suddenly shouted. "If there is a group of heretics in front of me, the number of enemies is greater than mine, the terrain is plain, and my army has infantry, what should I do?"

The centaur was answering. "For the skirmisher line, keep a certain distance, and form a company in a group. Please ask the company chief of staff to enter Chimera for command and encouragement. If the radio is clear, the distance can be expanded. If not, keep a team of 100 meters. There will be a chance to dig trenches. When taking action, dig out defensive equipment in advance, judge whether there is backup based on the situation, stick to your position, and adapt to changes."

Alan Bayer asked again. “What should I do if the enemy is shelling?”

He answered immediately. "Judge the enemy based on the scale of the bombing and the exploding projectiles. If the bombing is less powerful, you can hide at the bottom of the Chimera armored vehicle. If it is more powerful, let the soldiers hide outside the crater, and then gather the distance between the troops so that they will not desert due to a collapse in morale. ”

"If there is no alliance support, you can try to practice tactical misdirection of the troops in the peripheral areas, pouring firepower to make the enemy miscalculate the range."

Ailanbaier said. "Am I letting my soldiers take risks? I want to exchange those brothers from the marginal troops for victory?!" He stared at the young man, who was obviously timid.

"He..." He swallowed his saliva, his eyes were erratic, but he suddenly took a deep breath and stood up again. "Yes, he was taught so. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong, but if he was really on the battlefield, he would not win, and he would abandon them!"

Ailanbaier nodded. The previous questions didn't matter. There was only the first small test. If he couldn't make up his mind, he would get nothing.

"Join the regiment, new recruit, my rank is private, ask the chief of staff for a rank!"

The young man nodded, stood at attention, performed the Sky Eagle Salute, and then walked out of his new home without hesitation, because his father had died in the war, because his home had nothing, because an old soldier of the Imperial Guard saved him at the cost of his life, because he would live for war, because his fate was entangled in the thread of gunpowder.

When Alanbair looked at the little girl, the little girl took a step forward. "His name is Arya, officer, his father is a mechanical sage, he adopted him on the battlefield..." Her eyes were filled with tears, her words were choked, but she spoke clearly, her beautiful Gothic long skirt was full of messy things, even blood, it was hard to imagine how she survived.

Alanbair wanted to comfort the guy at this moment, but the lieutenant suddenly pushed his superior away. Alanbair originally wanted to exert his strength to let the guy who had no vision eat shit, after all, his physical strength was obviously comparable to that of a monster, but the lieutenant said. "Arya?!"

The girl also spoke. "No, Sentinel!"

The lieutenant's face froze. "He's only 23..."

Arya said quirkily. "He thinks the lieutenant colonel is much younger than me."

Alanbair found that the child not only kept listening to his conversation with the soldier just now, but her tears also disappeared cleanly. Was the guy pretending to be pitiful before?

Interesting…

"What information do I have?" he asked.

The little girl patted her skirt. "He has visited many places with his father before. He knows where the heavy firepower in that area is stored. He remembers it is called the Earthshaker. If the lieutenant colonel gets it, he can kill many heretics!" Her eyes are a little scary, anyway, not like what a child should have.

Ailanbaier sighed again, maybe the humans in that world are crazy. "Okay, take him to find it, let him show me how many heretics they can kill!"

He also showed a "kind" smile, looking like he was asking to eat the traitors alive. In that dark universe, it seems that no one's "painting style" does not deny "villains".