Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

"Very far away..." The flagship of the Red Pirates, or to be precise, the bright red battle barge, the honor of the Space Marines, at least the honor of the past, the command point where corruption and disgusting things thrive, the throne made of steel, Dye red with blood, like a metallic rose.

As a commander, a mortal is abnormally commanding the entire army. He is not a space warrior, and neither is his leg, so the pirate fleet is not Huron's army, but his minions.

He wears a gorgeous military uniform, holds a power saber on his leg, has an arrogant temperament, blond hair, and red skin, but he is absolutely human. To be precise, anyone can feel his beauty.

His skin is as red as tuberculosis and his lavender pupils represent the amount of spiritual power he has mastered. His special appearance makes people instantly connect to the legendary monsters from the Age of Terra, but he is definitely not no.

And is he a sinner who betrayed the empire, or is he a self-proclaimed savior? He was once a noble of ancient Terra, and his ancestors experienced the great era of the Great Crusade with the emperor. Can he pursue the likes of Horus? The descendant of the loyalists who entered the Eye of Terror, but he was born in the chaotic subspace and no longer looked like a real human being.

History has been blurred, but there are stories passed down orally from the family. His face mutated, his mind was contaminated by chaos, and he even betrayed the Legion of Astartes he once served, snatched a great battle barge from the 30k era, and tainted his life. of all.

Because Slaanesh, one of the Chaos Gods, could have been so tolerant because of his family relatives, the Chaos witchcraft inherited by his family even gave Space Marines a headache.

At this moment, he ordered his barge to the Star Veil and joined the Blackheart King's army as a navy. He was proud of the oral stories of his family. In his eyes, he was not the true heir to the empire...

He knew the ruined human history, got the story of the Primarch from his ancestors, and had witnessed the power of the subspace. However, he was not afraid of those things. Instead, he felt that he could use the power of the Chaos Gods from the highest heaven to transform that The ruined empire is in the bag.

He even formed a quite large pirate army, and as its master occupied a quite large star field, but all the credit was due to him joining the Red Pirates, the former Claws of the Stars!

It has to be said that the reason Huron is the Lord of the Red Pirates is that he can recruit troops and quickly expand his scope. That is also his most powerful point, employing talents rather than relatives.

Even if that arrogant guy hadn't joined, he could only use his sword skills to kill the mortal servants who followed Huron. Then he would collect all the defeated soldiers according to Huron's principles, and win the first prize in the physical universe as quickly as possible. A pot of gold.

"Sir Rusfan, they can reach the Ark of Omen area in about thirty minutes." His butler, with a delicate face, is probably a young man of 14-5 years old. He is wearing a retro tuxedo, and his body has not mutated. Than "pure".

He used complicated tubes to pierce his legs and arms, and the blood was continuously output, sterilized at low temperature, filtered, and then ticked at the outlet of the equipment in front of him, falling like wine into a goblet.

But that guy is not his younger brother. To be precise, in terms of biological relationship, his family swallows each other's blood and is proud of it. Unlike the human beings in the empire, that perverted vampire family has never The first Earl of Degu regarded physical mutation and spiritual awakening as an honor from the beginning, and those with a low degree of change were considered "drinks" rather than "blood relatives".

Of course, that is not a gift from the Supreme Heaven of Chaos. At first, they just found that such survival of the fittest was suitable for inheriting better genes. Later, their wrong belief in this matter began to allow such perverted behavior to become a reality. real…

Using distorted standards to turn one's relatives into props and slaves, and flaunting the superiority of one's bloodline, such education must start from a young age until the end of one's life.

The bright red "drink" that the young man handed over was also appreciated by the nobleman named Rusfan, and regarded it as the basis of his noble blood.

He drank the bright red stuff, and the wine-like goblet was filled with chaotic filth and viscous body fluids. It was clear that he was sucking their lives, but his expression seemed as if the young man in front of him should be grateful to himself.

"What am I shaking for?" He wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and the housekeeper replied. "His Lord, the Ark of Evil Omen has disappeared."

Rusfan's leg fingers trembled, and his emotions became violent. His leg fingers couldn't help but stretch out bright purple nails, which were abnormally extended. This was also a characteristic of their family's genetic mutation. As long as he was emotionally excited, he would Unable to grasp one's own mutation characteristics.

"What...how can it be cocoa? Can it be...Lord Huron's treasure..."

He crushed the cup, and the sharp fragments could not scratch his seemingly weak skin, leaving only the slightest trace of inconspicuous marks. "That's enough, should we deny the good deeds done by those Astra Militarum troops..."

"It's unforgivable. The disappearance of that noble planetary engine will become a problem for his legion, and the record will be wiped out in a bad light. That useless guy Veengar, thanks to him, is not the heir of the Red Angel."

"Advance at full speed, approach the Steel Gate, and let the greenskins set up the outpost. He has had enough of those chattering guys, and he had no intention of recruiting them into the army. They are just fine as cannon fodder."

"Herald, those who are guarding the First Fleet will go forward and tell them to kill as many Imperial ships as possible, record them with a recorder, and give them enough teeth as a reward."

There must be brave men when there is a big reward, not to mention that the greenskins are greedy. It is also the way Huron proposed to use the aliens, staying on the surface, trading, trade, cooperation, but not going deeper.

At the end of the dark 40th millennium, people had the same understanding of the aliens. Until the great years of their betrayal of mankind, no human sovereignty would open its arms to them again, no, never again.

The disgust and hatred of human beings for the aliens have been buried in the bones, from the desperate betrayal of the Dark Ages and the subsequent enslavement and plunder for thousands of years, falling into the East Stone, slaughtering citizens, and then turning into the hatred of human beings for 20,000 years.

Whether they were born in any corner of Terra or the Empire, and whether they believed in the Chaos Gods or the Only God Emperor, for humans, the aliens are the most disgusting things in the world.

Use them, enslave them, persuade them, in the duet of violence and profiteering, that music drives the orc leader's sturdy metal legs and arms to pull the lever, and the engine driven by a simple mechanical structure spews out black smoke. Even the best mechanical priests cannot understand whether it is a vacuum, where does the smoke come from, but that thing exists.

A broken machine, but the exterior does not look rough. Various customized and reinforced components, a big red button for one-time acceleration, a transmission system and a traction beam generator, etc.

There are all kinds of dazzling things. In comparison, the warships of the East Humans want to accomplish what is in front of them, but the efforts of millions of people in the Imperial Navy are required to mobilize pistons, overload engines, and release traction.

Humans still don't know how the orcs did it, but they can indeed install trap equipment that is almost sensitive to no mistakes in a seemingly unmanned room, and accurately kill the enemy without hurting their own people. Of course, they don't care about hurting their own people, as long as the guy who installed the thing sees it hit people, it will be happy enough.

Orcs, it's not that simple. If they want to fight, they can get a lot of money by fighting. The more they fight, the more they beat up, the more they get!

Excited, the blood is flowing, the orc leader is eager to try, and the boys are even happier. "Let's do it~waaaaaghhh.!"

"waaaaaaaagh!"

"waaaaaaagh!"

The broken flagship, the Killing-class conventional cruiser is the flagship of the pirate force. It looks like a dark beast with teeth painted on the front. It is equipped with cannons and heavy cannons, and can also launch torpedoes from the side. The flagship is even more "cool" to embed the teeth of the Leviathan hive monster they picked up into its spacecraft, making it look like a "unicorn".

In addition to the flagship, there are dozens of other Killing-class cruisers, while the other warships of the unit are simple-class light cruisers.

Small light cruisers similar to the Empire, first appeared in large numbers during the Third Armageddon War. Like most Ork warships, the simple cruisers look shabby and highly customizable, and are equipped with many strange Ork weapons for ramming or attacking enemy ships.

Many of these ships are modified with captured Imperial Indomitable and Dutiful class hulls, but for the loyalists, the "ridiculous" modifications are particularly ridiculous.

But in fact, the invasion formation composed of light cruisers is unexpectedly strong in terms of offensiveness. They are like wolves, wolf packs. The Orks can be very united under the leadership of the war leader, and the fleet number of nearly 100 can also provide them with considerable firepower, which can even threaten strategic-class cruisers.

Especially when they are equipped with torpedo boats or real torpedoes.

Such troops are the nightmare of the Red Pirates' enemies. They have torn and chewed countless enemies, and they have not stopped until the bright moon.

The orcs were gradually approaching, and the auspicious instrument of the Iron Gate had been opened frequently because of the war, with a low buzzing roar and bright red punctuation.

"Enemy attack!" A loud voice spread to countless warships of the Imperial Navy, including the Bordello, as the central command flagship, and Alanbair was stationed as a escort force, and the captain and he were in charge at the same time.

Such a mix is ​​actually very strange, especially if it has indirectly ignored the sacred book of the Empire, the Codex Astartes, written by the Primarch, Robert Guilliman, which made him want to slap himself to death, and to be precise, the holy book of the entire armed forces of the Empire.

He made it impossible for the Imperial Navy to mix with the Imperial Guard, and the Imperial Guard could not touch the Imperial Navy, and the armored regiment could not touch the infantry regiment, and the infantry regiment could not touch the artillery regiment.

Let's not talk about how much convenience it would bring to the infantry regiment with a few mortars. Just talk about the poor infantry-tank coordination of the Empire. Isn't Mr. Robert responsible for some of the credit?

In the near future, the great Primarch will soon realize that the severity of human decline has reached the point where the holy code is useless. The Imperial Guard in that star zone has also reached the point where the old rules need to be broken.

Alanbair also knows that at the end of the dark fortieth millennium, those members of the High Lords' Council who cannot tolerate the emergence of any large new groups cannot do so no matter how loyal they are. But that is no longer something that the Imperial Guard can consider. No matter what the High Lords say, the Galaxy is burning. They have no choice but to fight.

The captain shouted. "Full power output of the energy source, preheat the light spear array."

"The battleships move forward, contain the enemy, and be careful of torpedo attacks."

‘The Bird Divination Instrument has no advantage over them in terms of intelligence! "

The battleship slowly moved forward, and a small force of Indomitable light cruisers and Sword-class destroyers formed the front of the battleship's sharp blade, ready to impact and launch torpedoes like a blade.

And Bordero controls the core force composed of the Moon class and a large number of Moon class modified cruisers, which is about 70 people in total. The Cologne and Armageddon class strategic cruisers are going through the main gate, and ten thousand people are not allowed to enter lightly. .

In the messy communication channel, the chatter of countless battleships was mixed, and none of them was discussed by senior officers of the Imperial Navy. "Why did the Ark of Omen disappear?"

"Who knows, maybe it's just a heresy's conspiracy and it's just a matter of time and again!"

The Imperial Navy were chatting with each other and had a tacit understanding. The strong tacit understanding made the channel chaotic but ready to go. They did not need orders, but they needed to communicate with each other to coordinate. The secret was to do their responsibilities and do their responsibilities well. most.

"Be alert in the space ahead, engage the enemy..."

"Target confirmed, alien troops, green-skinned light cruiser! Launch!"

With a flash of light, the light spears and cannons in the void exploded, and thousands of giant steel beasts tore into pieces. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a myth of creation. The fierce light was as dazzling as the stars shining in the endless void, and every time it exploded it was All represent death.

The cracked adamantine swayed in the void, and the radiation indexer made a clicking sound due to the constant firing of each other and the fireworks of the engine exploding.

The orc boss spoke with a terrible accent. "Boys, use long cannons. When the distance is close, use big cannons." If the long one is long, the empire will ask for a large cannon, and if it is big, it will be plasma cannon or shotgun. The orc cruiser does not have a light spear, and the penetration effect is slightly poor. , but their powerful ramming horns and torpedoes are extremely effective in close combat, causing constant headaches for loyal troops.

As for the Imperial Guard, the captain has experienced judgment. "They distanced themselves, using cannons and light spears to consume the enemy, and the destroyers used maneuverability to maneuver around."

Alan Bayer said. "They don't have time. The enemy's large forces will press forward soon. The orcs are not very popular. They should gather to attack the wrong flagship."

The captain said. "They can't determine the location of the flagship!"

Alan Bair pointed to the body of the killing machine cruiser and said. "Let me look at that one. There are such big teeth in front of it. I'm sure it's that one. Hit that one!"