Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Whether it is a demon or not, the Lord of Changes smiles evilly, as if everything has turned into a derivative of the twisted things in the dark void bombarded by the Imperial Guard.

"Demons" do not belong to the future era, but human imagination has never left the main theme they bring. However, it is man-made things that appear like this at this moment.

The one that best represents the machine is not the Demon of Steel, the twisted combination of fantasy and technology, nor is it change itself, whether it is the mismatched war between the two worlds, or the transformation of the eternal forge world, or the madness of the Governor of the Mechanicus. Even the Lord of Change is a great pleasure.

But not everyone among mortals can guess the thoughts of the gods, but Alan Bair guessed the wishes of the Chaos Gods the moment he saw the demon.

They need someone to tear apart the defenses of the Imperial Guard and make the forge world a stepping stone and supply point, so a crazy betrayal is needed to accomplish that. The unstable warp rift will also become the core of the Red Corsairs' replacement.

Alan Bair looked at the cloudless sky streaking across the Imperial Guard's artillery fire, the bombardment of cannons and light spears, and the light of the giant Titan's void shield flashing in the distance. Another war had begun, and they would not be given any rest. Shooting, every moment, every minute, starts now and won't stop.

Those gunfires, lights, and flashes echoed in his mind. Tiredness, weirdness, fear, complicated emotions, and distorted consciousness and five senses were persecuting him.

Until a cry brings the tired man back. "Sir, sir, Lieutenant Colonel?!"

"Boss? Boss, are you there? Boss!"

Alan Bayer looked at his slightly blurry leg palms, feeling tired and fighting fatigue, a common psychological disease in the battlefield. He was not a mortal, could he finally bear it? If honor and survival can't drag that body forward, he probably has nothing to ask for, otherwise he just stops there and takes a rest...

The Emperor will forgive him, and so will the Empire. At least he is loyal. There are so many heroes who have succeeded him, and no one will care if he rests like this. The power of the Chaos Gods and the Supreme Sky is too powerful, and he will become a mortal...

It wasn't until the metal spikes from the demon suddenly grazed his cheek and dented the ground that he consciously drew his gun and smashed the protruding spikes.

What mental illness? What war fatigue? He just needs survival, moisture, and killing.

"Good guy, you really dare to do it..." Alan Bayer's eyes became clear again, and the desire to survive filled his body. He could not fight to the death until now!

Breaking the thick tentacles that penetrated into the ground, the metal tentacles turned into magma.

‘Prepare the truck, call the servitors on the battlefield, and they will approach the enemy in three lines. That disgusting monster...”

"Staff officer, together with him, I will command the privates and second lieutenants of Skadi 1-3 Company to command the Skadi 4-12 Company on the right line. The left side will be handed over to the mechanical legion composed of Letlings and Sages. The servitors may not Using the vehicle to move quickly, he begged us to draw fire first.”

On the left side is the main road of the hive city. The troops there must be the most conspicuous. Coupled with the powerful firepower of the servitors, they will definitely attract most of the attention.

The mechanical sages were wrong about this arrangement but had no complaints. For them, they were not willing to commit crimes and perform meritorious service. Losing a few servitors could exchange for a stable life in their later years, which was obviously not profitable.

If you want to survive and be recognized by the empire, you need sacrifice and price. Otherwise, they are willing to pay such a price, and they are also willing, and the Imperial Guard can also reduce losses.

Although Alan Bair did not like the Mechanicus, they were a good alliance. Perhaps the Emperor understood this and allowed that huge alliance to settle in the core of the Empire.

It is difficult for mortals to understand his wisdom, but they can admire his great achievements. Even if he can look at the emperor's life from a position almost from the emperor's perspective, Alan Bair still cannot see through him. What's more, those records are influenced by commercial attributes, and Defiled by the subspace, very translated, how much of it is true and how much is false?

Even if the world he once lived in could not recognize the Emperor's sins or merits, he would need to acknowledge the shining golden man's boundless contributions, and then firmly wield his sword and shoot at the enemies of mankind until the end of the galaxy. .

The truck fuel emitted smoke and disgusting smells. I couldn't count on how good the biodiesel there was. Even the old engines that couldn't use things like promethium were only capable of moving people forward.

In the hellish scenery mixed with the scorching wind and the ruins of the buildings as they advanced, the huge body of the demon whose combat power was comparable to that of a land ship was far away.

Could it be that because his iron scales oxidized in the air, faint rust stains appeared on his body, outlining purple-brown rosette patterns.

Beautiful things are poisonous or deadly. Compared with the Skadi people, the huge army of servitors is obviously more conspicuous. Although I don’t know why the demon didn’t continue to use the damn electromagnetic obstruction, I can still feel its powerful force. Pressure.

Because one of the servitors and the Skadis has no morale, and the other is victorious in every battle, their legions are very loose. Compared with the regular army, being loose has a negative effect, but the skirmish line is not a major requirement of modern warfare. The topic is how to prevent soldiers from fleeing in such a situation.

The Skadis use blood, death, responsibility and victory to involve their compatriots, even if there is a physical distance, they can not disperse. Otherwise, the Mechanicus drives a huge army of puppets whose feet are tracked. The shots fired by the mechanical servants were scattered like fireworks.

Gorgeous, splendid death fireworks, colorful uranium, electromagnetic, explosive bombs, heat rays, continuous raindrops falling on the shield formed by Lingke.

"The shield has not been penetrated, Sage, please request support from the heavy fire team."

replied the Mechanical Sage. 'Be prepared to attack the enemy with the artillery fire of the Imperial Guard. All preparations. "He lowered his head and calculated those things.

"1, 2...huh?!" When the sage was preparing for the second volley, a large number of spikes flew towards him. Those things were the proliferation of the devil's body and they needed to be flicked gently to fly out. Others The power and accuracy are not inferior to professional artillery fire. After hitting the target, it will spread out wildly and pierce more things.

"Dodge!" "Emergency dodge..."

Rumbling, smoke, bombing, dead and broken parts, the spikes fell to the east, and then the dragon's body was very connected to the thing. Just listen to the low dragon roar, and the monster spikes hundreds of meters long began to sweep across, like a side. wall.

"Monster, it's really..." the sage cursed, but it was already too late. With just one sweep, one-twelfth of the one hundred thousand Mechanicus skitarii were lost, and thousands of the empire's elites were completely eliminated.

Alan Bayer didn't feel bad, because he could see the losses caused by that thing hitting his own troops. Compared with the Eastern Servitor, it was worthless.

"The flank attraction operation was successful. Sure enough, the huge body has a large blind spot." He commented on the plan, but to be honest, he didn't know how to break through the monster's psychic shield and thick armor.

The melta bombs are almost used. Even the melta guns often used by the Imperial Guard cannot cause enough damage to it, and the heavy engines cannot approach without attracting attention.

"The distance is very..." Alan Beyer looked at it with a rangefinder. "It's about five hundred meters, so it's about three minutes. It's passable..."

While thinking, fierce spikes streaked across the sky and penetrated into the core of the right-side troops. Alan Bayer's heart suddenly became cold, and he immediately turned on the radio. "Second Lieutenant?! Second Lieutenant?! How is the situation?"

The lieutenant coughed in reply. "There was no serious damage, but two trucks were damaged, and the hot melt immediately burned the spikes. Are those things made of adamantine?! It feels like it could even penetrate his knight!"

said the private. "With that intensity of attack, they can use roundabout operations, otherwise the losses will be too great."

Alan Bair can order. "The artillery team attacked the enemy's position and blocked the line of sight. They moved forward at full speed, with the throttle at full throttle!"

The roaring flames hit the spiritual shield on the wrong side of the face. In just half a day of actual combat, the Skadi people had already mastered how to bombard, and their fighting talent was obvious.

But that guy's powerful shield actually withstood the firepower of four regiments for so long, and paralyzed the Empire's Moon-class cruiser. Such a powerful shield, I wonder how it compares to the Red Devil Magnus?

Cocoa's body shape is helpful for spiritual energy storage. A large being must be able to store power more easily, so Alan Bayer can worry about opening the communicator. "Is the Imperial Guard there, the only regiment of Skadi? Call the Bordero. How are you doing?"

The captain looked at the panel that was starting to go out of control and laughed with interest. "They're very nice there. If I just suck for a few more minutes, I'll fall down."

"The enemy can use the tentacles to absorb metal and energy, and their warships seem to be a source of energy."

Alan Bayer Yidong realized it. "Then why doesn't he use Lingke Pulse? He needs a starting engine to provide source power..."

"What does that damn thing think of the Empire's battleships? A buffet?!"

The captain sighed. "So what? The more intense our bombing, the more their Keyuan and metal hulls will be lost. The current Keyuan has a 20% emergency navigation reserve..."

Alan Bayer said. "Can I fire the light spear?"

The captain said uncertainly. "It should be possible, but it doesn't matter if it shines with the spear. You can't kill it by mistake."

Alan Bair took out the badge of Katachan Return on his chest. "No, he has a way to make the door open. Just listen to his order and stop shooting. Gather all the sources on the light spear, overload all the power, and open the radiator without thinking about tomorrow's gathering of all the water. , and he will bring victory.”

Sweat fell from the captain's forehead. "All? 20% is not 20% of a battleship, a three-kilometer steel giant! Am I sure? If the shot is not accurate and cannot kill the enemy, they will not even be able to leave that world. If Liudong can "They can rely on protruding ships to leave the atmosphere."

"Once launched, there is no way out."

Alan Bayer said. "Captain, he knows who I am. I will not abandon my battleship, nor will he betray his soldiers. They are a kind of guy, arrogant, stupid, loyal and arrogant. He does not believe that the heretic can do anything." It’s a blessing to be powerful, and I don’t believe that loyalty is wrong.”

"Since I won't escape from Bordeaux, and he won't leave Skadi, don't think about that damn assault ship!"

"The biggest way out is if there is no way out. If we move forward, humanity can move forward now! Why am I relying on the damn extermination order to prove whether the empire can win?!"

The captain held the rudder in his legs. "Extermination order, extermination order... Hahaha... I dare to say it, the whole team obeys the order! The gathering can originate from the No. 1 light spear!"

"They have a surprise for the heretics!"

The veterans of the Bordeaux had been beaten before. As the Imperial Navy, they were also very martial and moral. At this moment, they had endured enough. They were about to start operations and gather resources.

But the guys on the same plate have very similar personalities. Bordeleau and Skadi, two completely unrelated things, are very similar. They are both crazy and perverted. They can be their own. Faith gives up anything, and it can be sacrificed in exchange for a glimmer of hope for human beings in the universe.

‘Qi Bei Keyuan is completed. "

"Gathering completed."

"Focus completed."

"Lock, aim."

shouted the first mate. "Ready to shoot!"

said the captain. "When is the shooting?!"

Alan Bayer took out his badge, pinned it on the only hydrogen warhead he had left, and chanted. "Your Majesty, my little one must be strong. If you give it to him, you will lose my master and sacrifice it!"

Press Dong's own button, the stench fills the air, pick up Dong, aim, and launch.

"Shoot the enemy and aim at him! After the hydrogen bomb fire, there is no chance." He couldn't help but feel crazy. If the badge could not withstand the power of the hydrogen bomb, if the effect of the untouchable could not break the spirit shield, if the emperor The emperor did not protect him. If...Bordelault missed...

"Hahaha!" He laughed, it was so crazy, but that feeling was definitely the most comfortable vacation for him.

"Come on, get ready, shoot!" On the roof of the truck, Alan Bayer knelt on one knee, and fired the relic gun with smoke. The hydrogen bomb and torpedo with the badge on the front sank outside the Lingke shield, and The demon saw a light flashing from the corner of his eyes, and his body was in severe pain.

In any era, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a hydrogen bomb. If there is...

"Fire!" Then add a luminous spear to shoot!

The giant pillars and lights reaching the sky were emitted from the near-earth pipes, and the fury emitted by the engines of the imperial battleships was enough to eradicate any enemy of the empire, but soon, the light of the spirit flashed!

"Damn! Did you fail?!" the captain cursed.

But Alan Bayer said no. "Let the hydrogen bomb explode for a while."

The light reaching the sky shoots from the universe to the ground, like the giant in Greek mythology who carries the heaven and the earth on his back. It is difficult to imagine that human beings can perform such a miracle in the distant 40th millennium. And the efforts of tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of people, At this moment, technology in the Dark Ages, spanning 20,000 years, helps the East focus.

Penetrating...the devil's scales!