Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The Iron Gate is suspended in the void. That powerful Mechanicum creation has failed to be Pan Lan's original legacy. Its volcano cannon can no longer be repaired due to the collapse of rare special crystals on the outside, but it is still good as a drifting port and fire blockade.

Hundreds of warships surround it, and civilian ships also come in and out. The metal engines are like having a bonfire party. The shining steel gate is where they focus. Those war engines have been gathering here during that time. There are dozens of loyalists from all walks of life in a star system, but what about the entire star region?

Even after experiencing war and external chaos, there are still hundreds of battleships loyally gathering at the place where pirates will attack.

They are like the door gods guarding the Mandeville Point. The emperor's steel city guards the empire's first attack. At this time, due to the continuous development and the navy, the people are not developing the area. The achievements are not bad. Freeport.

The Skadis, who were soldiers, had been back from Panlan for a while, but in Ruming's conference room, Marcato handed over Alan Bair's coffee with great interest. "How does it feel to have a Forge World under your protection?"

Alan Bair is not surprised. I want to know, this is his territory. Is there any messy transaction that can be hidden from the commander-in-chief of the empire with his legs covering the sky?

Without that control, cults would have spread all over that sector, and demons would have appeared everywhere.

He took a bottle of ground coffee bought from civilians outside, tore open the waterproof paper bag, and enjoyed the touch of the oily paper on his legs. Then he carefully poured the artificial caffeine into his military kettle and shook it, smelling the outside of the Steel Gate. The unique smell of promethium.

Although he preferred living in Bordero, he still needed to be there to participate in the deployment and command of the Astra Militarum.

"He found something." There was no one around, and there would be no surveillance there. Alan Beyer handed over the letter, and Marcato took it, his expression changed, and then he accepted it.

"He sent someone to do that."

Alan Beyer replied. "He needs to know the process."

Makato looked troubled, and then said. "Then I want to follow up and go to the tavern where I took the second lieutenant to yesterday to see what's going on."

Alan Bair nodded, and they pretended that that thing no longer existed.

Makato was willing to give him that kind of power simply because he had become so important. Compared to Makato's subjects, he was more like a war lord independent of the commander, with his own soldiers and even an independent territory.

He is very lacking in battleships, but if he wants to, Juecuo can split off a group of people to become his own Void Hunchback.

But status does not mean responsibility. The commander-in-chief has great responsibilities and brings a lot of trouble. Naturally, Alan Bayer understands that, and Bo Nao Makato has not been corrupted by power. He knows very well what the empire needs now, and there is nothing to fight for. The invincible fleet, which protects the lifeblood of this star region, cannot resist the Red Pirates' invasion of the Sun Star Territory.

Makato put away those things. At this moment, the uniform of the Imperial Lieutenant General showed his authority. At least in that sector, that "weak" place, there was no death recruitment world like Catachan, nor was there a world like Mars. In such a huge production world, there is a place where will and unity hold the battle line.

He visited the kingdom there. After that, in the command room, the war lords who came from all over the sector visited various dukes and princes. Many of them had similar military ranks to Makato, or even higher than him, and there were also several legions. A battle group, hundreds and dozens of battleships.

The heads of those war lords were raised high. They traveled far and wide to liquidate the sins of the Red Pirates. However, Makato had the highest and strongest position among them, because of the large amount of materials produced by the planetary trade system headed by Gondeva VI. His "wealth" reached its limit.

If the Ming Empire completely collapsed due to the weak control of that sector due to the invasion of the Red Pirates, the Astra Militarum princes in various places would become the only fighting force in that sector.

Without the Astartes, without the Battle Sisters of the Imperium, they could use a legion of mortals to offset that invincible thing.

A heretic is a heretic. In the hall of the Steel Gate, which is full of loyalists, the metal walls are full of green skinned blood that has not been wiped clean, and are weathered and cracked. It tells the story of what kind of tough guys the people there are. .

Makato's leg finger traced across the dark green star map. "The enemy will jump to approximately that location in the subspace during that time." A huge black machine appeared on the screen, a monster at the level of a planetary engine, which also denied the honor of the soldiers in that sector, their miracle, and the destroyed Ark of Omen. .

"That huge monster, the Heretic Engine, once threatened them. Now it's scrap metal, but even so it's still an excellent enemy stronghold. They don't have the power to deal with that thing. They can monitor that area now, port. During that time, he has sent destroyers to regain control there, and the news will be updated soon. "

Seeing that monster, the war lords from all over the world looked bad. Is the Ark of Omen's famous name in the Eye of Terror known to everyone? If the legend of it is wrong within the empire, the children will stop crying and the adults will change their expressions upon hearing this.

"Its engine has been completely destroyed, and there can't be anything to restart it." Marcato introduced that incident quite proudly. After all, he could become the leader there, and a large part of it was due to that contribution. , only thirty battleships wiped out the Red Pirates' advance force and one planetary engine, and the miracle of the Emperor's gift would not be the same.

The other lords also had to admit that it was reassuring to have such a legion as their ally, but even so, Makato still wanted to throw out the bad news, tear it apart, and make it clear to others. red.

"At that time, the subspace storm was getting smaller and smaller. According to their estimates, the Red Pirates' void fleet was ready. They didn't know the number of enemies, their configuration, or even when the Red Pirates would come, but Or they can get that spot."

"Near the Ark of Omen..."

"Ark of Bad Omen?" "Ark of Bad Omen..." The war lords began to murmur. They were all heroes in their own territories, and they had connections with each other. They had many acquaintances, and they all graduated from the same military academy.

The Emperor's divine light guides them here, but it must not conceal their greed for life and fear of death.

Fear, people are destined to have fear. I cannot deny fear. Only fear can make sacrifice great. Without cowardice, what is courage?

They are not human beings, even war heroes would feel that such a huge planetary engine is force majeure, but Alan Bayer knows that they lack an answer, an answer that makes them willing to sacrifice.

Hope, notch, anything, the Empire lacked that.

Their cowardice at the moment was nothing like this, a sense of despair that they could not see the future, but Alan Beyer stood up.

"Are you afraid?"

Those war lords are all fierce, they are all imperial soldiers who have killed countless enemies, but who is the young man in front of them? Is that... the Terra Star emblem on his chest?

They all began to lower their heads and listen to the introduction of their adjutants. After all, there is a lot of external information in the empire, and I cannot expect them to know everything. They are neither commanders nor soldiers, nor intelligence officers.

When they finally understood, their expressions softened again. Keke felt that the young man in front of him was so full of energy that he didn't know how high the sky was. He could also have slightly complicated feelings for the lieutenant colonel who had experienced a lot.

But there are those who are full of blood. "As long as the Emperor is here, no member of the Imperial Guard will die in red. If their battle is hopeless, so what?"

"Does the enemy have the Ark of Omen as a cover? The machine soul of that evil planetary engine is still hostile to humans, and they are not at a disadvantage in terms of military strength."

"If I think Honghong's sacrifice can lead to victory, then it is best for their cooperation to end here. When the subspace storm subsides, they can fly separately when disaster strikes."

His words were very extreme. He was not old, a major, not even thirty. He had been fighting hard in the war years. He was full of blood. There was no doubt that the imperial officer was in the subspace storm blockade area in that cruel era. Later he made great achievements.

Just ask for a fight, and there will often be someone who is lucky or patient, but it is not clear whether it is just luck that he has real ability.

Alan Beyer also threw away his pride. "He contacted Qi Fan, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Gulf of Damocles, and his legendary chief of staff Kane will also come."

"Kayfas Kane?" Other officers and even generals were slightly moved by that name, Emperor's Miracle, Warrior, Chief of Staff Kane.

"Will he be their reinforcement?" asked the young officer.

Alan Bair nodded and said. "The Star Language he released a year ago has received a reply some time ago. They need to wait for about another week. They have already arrived at the outskirts of the star area and will rely on the current Mandeville Point of the Steel Gate to jump in. ”

"The Astra Militarum from the Partoria sector will also come to assist."

Those war lords couldn't walk any longer. They were nervous rather than excited. The empire had not had an Imperial Guard march of this size for thousands of years. If the three sectors were really united, the estimated number of warships would be Reaching an exaggerated number in the thousands.

"The expedition...the expedition is coming!" A general said that word excitedly. For the imperial army, the expedition has almost a vocabulary that can only be experienced in history, like the expedition of the Sun Lord Macarius. , regained countless territories in the empire, and expanded the area where the Star Torch can shine.

If that thing is really implemented, they will become history and be recorded in the history of the empire for thousands or tens of thousands of years. But rather than being remembered in history, the unity of the Imperial Guard is their most cherished hope.

The Empire is afraid of a group that is too powerful. Without the permission of the High Lord and the coordination of the Ministry of Military Affairs, it is almost impossible for the Astra Militarum to cooperate with each other across sectors. As a result, although Rumin's empire is huge, it cannot be gathered together. The quantity has never been high.

That kind of excitement made the heroes of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but be happy, but those old guys had to ask. "What about the permission and supplies from the high lord? If we rashly gather such a large force, we will be labeled as a heretic."

Alan Bayer said no. "What, what do I care about those bugs?"

"Insects? Can those high lords of the empire..." muttered the officer who wanted to spend his old age peacefully.

Alan Beyer replied. "They have that opportunity, the Red Pirates have brought them together, and if they don't seize that opportunity to unite, they will completely lose all chance of victory."

"I'm worried about the arrogant orders of those old driftwoods who are high up and slap the extermination order, but I don't dare to join the huge legion of the Imperial Guard that was rarely formed hundreds of years ago to fire on the traitors who plundered my hometown?"

The bloody spirit is buried within the officers of the Imperial Guard. When they were young, they also wielded ammunition and sabers to win and kill the enemy. They were asked to choose, spend their old age in peace or take revenge. They hesitated but decided.

"Fuck those aliens!"

"No Emperor!"

"heresy!"

Yes, there are some useless people in the empire who are still eating corpses, and there are also people who become imperial generals relying on their family status and military school results, but there is no doubt that the heroes of the empire standing there are not the same.

Warlords can rely on being in a secure position to act like lapdogs, and they are better at shooting at their enemies with precision than groveling.

When Marcato looked at the situation at the moment, he was also very clear. The lieutenant colonel in front of him was more suitable to be a commander than him. At least he met Ruming, and the soldier's progress was incredible.

He wonders whether he will need to abdicate one day, but he is very clear that he is not yet in confinement, and after all, his qualifications are hanging there.

But Marcato was also happy enough. He looked at the tactical tablet and collected the situation and reports. The situation of the war became brighter. The Imperial Guard received assistance and changes everywhere. Although they were not invincible, they could still survive. No empire squanders its life.

But good news doesn't come all the time. The God of Destiny is also stretching out his legs and arms. The video from the front line is transmitted to his legs. He has to cough to interrupt the high-pitched crowd there.

"Everyone, look at the screen, the holographic equipment, they are alive."

The crows and magpies were silent, but there was the hum of the equipment running. The priest connected the mechanical pipes, transmitted, and chanted troublesome bytes, praising the God of all machines and praising the Ohm Messiah. The first light green holographic picture appeared in front of everyone.

In the empty space area, according to the label, the huge Ark of Omen has disappeared, and a faint light flashed, then...

A dilapidated battleship, is it green? Um? Spikes and ruin, corruption and eight-pointed stars? Not a cultist, not a heretic? !

The streamlined hull, glowing with light, and the jet-black sharp blade, yes, but also the scum of the Eldar, looks like a seafood boat... titanium?

Until the vicious flagship arrives in the void, whether it is an attack strategy ship or a barge of space warriors, it will be clear whether that divine thing is a disgusting heretic battleship.

The Red Pirates' barge carries those colorful gadgets from different races, and the most loyal people in the Imperial Guard have to frown, because it means that the Red Pirates are using aliens.

"Unreasonable! They drive aliens to fight for themselves?!" the restless officer cursed. Is it vicious, blasphemous, and blasphemous to the human race?

But Alan Bayer said. "The Red Pirates are very generous. Even if they are just like this, such operations will make the battleship group huge. Without those aliens, the fleet will be reduced by two-thirds!"

Yes, the number is too large, thousands of battleships, and there is no shortage of battleships. The difference in strength is almost irreversible!

The loyalists had to face the situation. Hundreds, four hundred to be precise, were mistaken, and the Imperial Navy, which had no previous experience in cooperating with the destroyers, mistakenly paid for thousands of enemy warships.

But despair did not prevail. Instead, they looked forward to whether they could create a miracle that would go down in history if reinforcements arrived.

Makato shouted at this. "Just deny the Emperor and let's do it!"

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