Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 184 The First Moon of the World

Light flashed across the ground, standing like Atlas on the Forge World, as the eyes of the gods flashed across the barren earth, and the demon's flesh moistened the land he coveted.

Its huge body is crumbling, its metal scales are peeling off, and it is dying.

The triangular emblem also represents sacrifice, and the death of countless sacrificed citizens of the empire. The light spear penetrated the heart of the evil dragon, and the ground turned into blood-red crystals. Normally, blood does not stay in the light. The outside of the spear, and those colors are obviously not composed of normal substances.

Even so, the demon was still not dead, but it was dead. The physical body collapsed, and the area lacking the spiritual power of the warp could not maintain its spiritual body. At first, his will as the Governor of the Forge climbed back to the high ground, and his turbid The old eyes looked at the hero of the Imperial Guard just as they did when he went to greet him.

"So, did Pan Lan have fun there? His guest..." His voice was hoarse, like the wheezing of a broken bellows, and his cloudy eyes were filled with spiritual purple.

No one answered him, no one. He was now a twenty-meter-tall monster, a twisted thing, a traitor, a heretic, a monster, a demon, a dragon. Festering began to fester from his battered body. The mass of flesh and blood gathered in the subspace slowly collapsed, like red mud soaked in metal scales.

If he dies alone, will he forge the end of the world with countless deaths? The gods smile evilly, greedy for his soul. When his cloudy eyes saw the faces of the subspace gods, he became bright red. I am a puppet myself.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Yes, what I said is right, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard... I know everything, I know everything!" He was a little crazy, because the blue Lord of Changes was stretching out his huge, sky-covering Moon's legs and arms.

"Gods..." His collapse made his body unable to make a sound. The feeling of old age crawled back into his body, and his soul was captured by the Lord of Changes. His struggle was useless, so he turned away the tiny spark. , and the gods in the supreme heaven are not like Tathagata Buddha catching the Monkey King.

Pinch, take, seize. In the eyes of those with spiritual power, that moment of spiritual energy fluctuation is enough to make them crazy, but in the eyes of mortals, that arrogant and huge body would be so ruined.

His great achievements were useless, and his life's wrong contribution to the empire was not as sinful as one-tenth of the betrayal.

Crash, smoke, death and defeat, for the Imperial Guard it was victory, victory, sweet victory.

"Did you win..." Alan Bayer looked at the things that were constantly eroding, falling to the ground, and squirming and dissipating.

The smell of victory, smelling like...stinky meat, those damn things finally dissipated at this moment, and the dark clouds that filled Pan Lanzai dispersed.

After completing another great achievement, Alan Bayer lay tiredly in the truck. The last hydrogen bomb and the untouchable power of the triangle badge could no longer protect him, but...

The soldiers walked forward and cleaned up the remains of the God's Calculation Tower. Among the messy waste, there were probably not simple things that could be recovered from the east, such as...Scatlan robots. Four unconscious Scatlan robots lay among the fragments of the empire.

Alan Beyer was walking in the truck eating cans tiredly. "Take it to the sages to transform it, and then the command will be in their hands."

"Don't say it's unreasonable to use intelligent control robots. This is a special era. Give control to the Mechanicus girl in the regiment so that she can join the battlefield."

"Don't underestimate her. She crawled out of the battlefield and even used a leg wrench to kill orcs."

The huge dragon corpse was decaying in its outstretched tentacles, and the Bordero was also saved. However, it was parked in low-Earth orbit and dying due to excessive source output. The port should be able to start soon after simple damage control repairs. .

The captain asked Alan Bayer over the communicator with lingering fear. "I won. Unexpectedly, his heart just broke out. Emperor, he will lose twenty years if he is with you!"

Alan Beyer replied. "Why, if it weren't for him, then I would die directly. Then I would have to go crazy and survive in that universe."

The staff officer took out his Tanner tea and drank it deliciously. "He's gotten used to it. He's experienced more craziness in those two years than in his entire life. I have to get used to it too, Captain."

That's right, war is like this, dance on the tip of a knife, die without a burial place, struggle in blood, and survive without all the happiness, that's all.

The soldiers collected their shit to show off the cruel war, and the transport plane slowly landed in the east. For the first time, Alan Bayer felt that this thing was actually very warm.

They stepped into the transport plane, and there was nothing to remember in that forging world. There were many enemies, and they needed to face more chaos forces, that's all.

But without the casting governor, the will of the world is no longer stable. Those turbulent mobs have no hope of conquering the world, so they only need to shout softly, or even a single volley can make the mouth strong. The traitors knelt down and begged for mercy. Of course, those who wronged them were massacred.

Because the traitors in most areas have occupied the main area, Pan Lan's last month will be tomorrow. In just half a month, the dry surface there has experienced two rains, and the dry world has experienced two rains. Second rain.

Then in the last month of that world, the water composed of blood turned into the things that people once longed for in dry places, but no one would happily run to get the water, and no one would praise the emperor for the kindness he had wronged them. There are ruins and traces of bombing.

Pan Lai Te will die tomorrow, completely, quietly, and cruelly.

Died by the cruelty of war and the evil of traitors, when the world is completely dry, the only valuable things left are the factories established by the Eastern Mechanicus and the wisdom of its sages. But at this moment, nothing is left.

Although the sage ensured that they could pay the highest level of empire tax, everyone also knew that there was not much left in the value of Ruming Panlan, and rebuilding it would take a long time.

Some people may think that such a sacrifice is a shame, but compared to the Red Pirates who relied on heretical connections to settle in that world, they would become the hatred of the Imperial Guard.

Success alone has greater strategic significance, nothing more. In the constant shooting and killing, bathing in the scarlet rain, enjoying the quietness in the dry land of Panlan, the Imperial Guard is not a good person, they are not the Empire's Honor, not the troops of Imperial citizens.

From the beginning, Pan Lan’s residents did not have a high priority, so they would deny the factories and benefits of the main nest. Ruming’s factory was gone, and the Imperial Guard began to clean and pack the initial weapons, plasma guns, and completed tanks. Heavy explosive bombs are priceless things.

Whether the two large groups of Skadi and Falakxia were the biggest beneficiaries, the losses were all borne by the Mechanicus, and Alan Bair quickly took away thousands of suicide servitors driven by medicine and four Dark Ages. The big red soldier.

He was very much the first Letling man in the world.

But the essence is that there is no difference between the Imperial Guard and the traitor governor. As far as the size is different, the religion is different, and maybe the residents of that world are wrong, a war is just a war.

Death means death, sacrifice means sacrifice, wrongdoing means nothing like the purest and simplest thing, survival and death, those who come from the living continue to bear the burden and move forward, the dust of the dead returns to the dust, when the world is cast. The bells resounded, and the small church, the only remaining place in the main nest, resounded 12 times to mourn the sage who led the victory.

Compared with the Imperial Guard, the Technical Director is the hero of that world. At least he pulled the less than a few hundred million people left in that world from death. In the empty hive city, the artificial red flowers erected for him were held up. , sprinkle and sing.

However, the Imperial Guard did not come. Alan Bair knew that he could not disturb the mourning, so he let the Letling boy perform his culinary stunts.

The aroma of the meatballs simmering in the pot made Skadi's soldiers particularly concerned about whether the careless stuffed guy had boiled his smelly daily necessities.

The second lieutenant didn't dislike it very much and tasted it with an iron spoon. "Parsley, chopped lilies, tomatoes, a pinch of salt."

"Very good food, sir." He inserted the meatballs, like an elegant gourmet tasting Michelin, but his plate was not scrap metal picked up from the factory, the spoon was not dumped from a resident's home, and the Wrightsman was not a chef. , he said cursingly.

"It's just meatballs made from pureed luncheon meat and mixed with soybean powder, cooked with military nutrients and civilian seasonings. Don't look for it, there are no shoes!"

Alan Bayer picked up the meatballs and wiped the hot juice with his thigh fingers. "Vitamin C adds freshness and soybean protein redness increases taste. It can maintain sufficient nutritional intake and is in line with military dining standards."

He also noticed that the soldiers held their noses while eating and left the chef to eat. Although he had explained to the older boys what untouchables were, he also told the recruits from Letling that everyone could accept the smell. The smelly guy has actually taken a shower many times.

But when it comes to eating, I still feel "excluded" involuntarily, and I feel like I'm scolding the cook after eating.

The military camp of the Portskadi people is still lively and warm. After all, the red pirates will probably come at the end of that month. There won’t be many good months, even though there are a lot of lively people, banging pots and pans. Fighting, the fragrance is overflowing and bustling, the mouth is not stopping, shoes and armor, guns and friendship, gather here.

Crack, click, the metal of the machine creaked, indicating that someone was approaching the Imperial Guard camp. The suspended skulls only sounded the alarm. The Skadi picked up their guns and were wary of uninvited guests disturbing their dinner. They had just experienced the battle with the servitors. In the war, who knows who is coming?

Buzz, buzz, the communication request for the thick adamantine gate at the camp entrance was activated, but there was no announcement from the Imperial Guard or the Commander-in-Chief. The Imperial Guard did not answer, and just waited, falling into silence until the slightly familiar mechanical sound. explain. "No to him."

"The Forge Governor, your partner."

Alan Bayer walked to the communicator and said. "Tōji will report first, and I won't attend the teacher's funeral?"

replied the Governor. "It doesn't matter to them whether they live or die. The teacher's wisdom and knowledge have been inherited from him..."

Alan Bayer opened the camp's gate communication equipment and saw the indifferent Yong Xuan inside the holographic instrument. "But I'm still sad, aren't I?"

The governor took care of his red robe. "His controller is slightly disabled, just a remnant of the war."

Seeing that he was a bit "arrogant", Alan Bayer pointed out something. "What do I ask for?"

he answered. "He needs a batch of weapons. Because of the rebellion, the world has not been able to possess a large number of firearms for a long time. It is just difficult to complete the security management with laser guns, and many merchants are not gentle in the trade between galaxies."

"And he can reach the position of Ru Ming thanks to the help of the Imperial Guard. He needs an alliance to stabilize Pan Lan's heart. It must be strong enough."

Alan Bair rubbed Dongba. "Then the extra 10% of Pan Lan's output that he needs from Pan Lan will belong to them."

Ten percent, 10% of a world is a lot. Although the output of the forging world is extremely profitable, it is not the lifeblood of that world. They do not have many minerals and food is in short supply. They rely on countless forgings for everything. Materials are exported and exchanged with other worlds.

Ten percent is equivalent to the Mechanicum needing to give up a lot of its own interests, so the Sage Governor has to hesitate, even if the Skadi people are very powerful, hiring such bodyguards will be too extravagant.

Again and again, the sage speaks. "If you could station a thousand veterans as instructors..."

Alan Bayer said. "Veteran? No, because he just asked, no one in his regiment wants to withdraw from the battle. The alliance he mentioned is between me and Gundwa VI. In the future, Pan Lan and Gundwa VI will form a joint business alliance."

The wise man hesitates. "That doesn't mean..."

Alan Bair nodded. "I will be at a disadvantage, but Gundwa VI will use its power and location at the core of the sector to continuously provide me with supplies and equipment, allowing us to recover as quickly as possible, or even better."

Several thoughts kept echoing in the sage's mind. "Yes, yes, the pros outweigh the cons, and it's even better in the long run."

Fate is not like that. In the beginning, Alan Bair was a guest or summoned, but as it turned out, the Imperial Guard became a master. The power was reversed in a moment. The governor could not blame the hero who saved them, but he could be insulted in front of him. Good deeds done on behalf of the heretical governor.

That means that Pan Lan loses his independence, and it also means that the control of the Mechanicus will weaken. But as the governor, he must agree to that request.

"He agreed to that matter in the name of the Governor of the Forge World. Please inform the commander of Gundvar VI..."

Alan Beyer took a sip of coffee. "Okay, he's sending a message right now, waiting to be rescued."

Whether it seems to be helping, or whether it is actually a colonization, whether Gondwa VI, as the core supply point, is the basis for the Ming Imperial Guard to be independent of the Ministry of Military Affairs, or whether it is the tireless supply of this star system that allows the war to continue.

Now that Pan Lan joins that big family, the power it provides must be better than paying 11 taxes diligently. Moreover, Pan Lan's initiative to bear the full level of taxes because of her sins will also delay her recovery. Is such an arrangement the best option? OK

Alan Bayer hung up the communicator and continued to taste his dinner, as if he was cutting up the world and eating her flesh and blood.