Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

For Alan Bair, that gang-hopping was the greatest arrogance of those aliens and challenged the most powerful force of the Imperial Guard.

"Staff, can you confirm the landing location?"

The staff officer replied. "No power room expected."

Alan Bair cursed. "Can we give them a place? Ask the privates to open fire and force them into the hangar."

the staff officer yelled. "Private, fire from the west, tell them to divert!"

The sound from the communicator made the boy who was on the battlefield for the first time even more anxious. Not to mention that he had not been trained to use the short-range anti-aircraft automatic cannon of the Empire's standard model. It was his first time to intercept a high-speed forward. Ork torpedo ship.

"Fire control...aiming...munitions..."

"Damn! Where are the ornaments?"

Sweat followed his uniform and slid eastward. In Skadi Rumming's case, he had to work alone. The infantry regiment of ten thousand people was too small, and there were too few special positions, and because of the Holy Code In terms of restraint, the cooperation between the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Land Forces cannot be said to be poor, but it can be evaluated as not at all.

In order to ensure that damn command speed, Skadi's only group, which often needs to carry out various special operations, is used as a few people every day.

We can rest assured that our own talents are not the sorrow of Skadi Rumming or the sorrow of the empire. The urgent voices coming from the communicator forced the private to press the east firing button.

Click, click, click, fire normally, even with good accuracy, so much so that it instantly penetrated two torpedo boats. Because of the simple structure of the orcs and the combustion of the engine, the narrow place could explode instantly and turn into fireworks.

The defensive columns on the outside of the battleship also hindered the orcs from approaching their original intended destination, and turned it into the hangar that the Skadi people were looking forward to. But why did Alan Bair choose that place? The reason is also very simple. As one of the flagships, Bordeaux is not excellent in weapons and equipment, but its advantage is not actually military force.

When the orcs' tattered heavy metal stage smashed into the vast outside of the equipment, the equipment with huge drill bits in the front section buzzed and roared, drilling through the adamantine wall, sparks flying everywhere, after the gears and restless mechanical engines roared, the front section of the drill bit Open.

The quiet place was illuminated by the flickering light of the bright promethium lamp, and a large number of vehicles were wrapped in oilcloth to reduce the cost of maintenance.

But those orcs came slowly with their impetuous bodies and messy weapons, roaring heavy metals or other annoying things. They walked east of the vehicle, huffing and puffing, noisy, annoying and deadly.

Hospitality has always been one of the traditions of the Skadi people, and the same goes for paying uninvited guests the wrong way. Among the mechanical souls sleeping in the hangar, individual machines do not have a dark side, such as the honor of the 113th Falaxian Regiment. , Imperial Blade!

The huge Emperor's poison blade, boom! Exploding, collapsing, destroying, the power of the accelerating cannon and the main rocket launcher instantly wiped out the invading troops, but the two main guns were not enough to destroy the greenskins. More and more torpedo ships crashed into Boulder. Will Luo's body, those blasphemous alien things, become the nightmare of the Imperial Guard...?

Large-caliber storm bombs roared and hot melt burst out. Nightmares will always be based on weapons that are not powerful enough. Those greenskins think they are terrible, but the Skadi people who face countless enemies are I think they are very cruel.

The giant Titan Knight rises from the ground. The ensign has been lying there for a long time. The war soul that once worked for the citizens of the empire is now noisy!

Shooting, shooting, screaming, death, continuous, the second lieutenant operated the machine to keep violently exterminating, and the Imperial people wished that all the greenskins were extinct, no matter when!

Hatred, hatred guided that torn and dying empire to swing its blade at all its enemies, all the time, every moment, every second...

Humanity has gone through too much in history, and those hatreds are entrenched in explosive bombs and chain saws, spewing out on the orcs, killing and killing.

"Heresy, alien! Alien!"

"Kill those greenskins! For the Emperor!"

"For the Empire!"

Amidst the calls, there are still heretics who commented that the human empire of that era had fallen into hopeless racism, but Alan Bayer saw that at this moment, the Skadi people's skin color, race, name, The Asians, Europeans, Africans, and very brown-skinned Americans who once lived in ancient Terra are all working hard towards the emperor's goal. If all humans are alive, they will be able to regain it. The galaxy belonging to mankind roars.

Regardless of race, ethnicity, language, or culture, just ask to deny the emperor, and they will gather, but people often comment that the empire is hopeless.

No, that universe is hopeless, and no, no, mankind is hopeless. In that dark universe, at the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization, people overcame race, culture, writing, language, and overcame belief, history, and religion. Despite the barriers, we come together to unleash our wrath on the enemies of mankind.

Just that, they thought... they thought, to seize their own honor and light, their own galaxy or universe, would Ru Ming become paranoid and crazy?

Even the poor Hive City residents who don’t know the long and great history of the Red Human race know it clearly that they would only shoot at the aliens if they came east alive. That kind of hatred goes deep into the bone marrow and was buried in them during the betrayal 20,000 years ago. Iron Man, Alien, Heretic , they all deserve to die, traitors, they all deserve to be traitors.

The universe is dark and terrifying, deep and boundless. If only I had seen the sharp teeth of the void, then I would never care about the color of my compatriots, what food they eat, or what they like.

Just ask him to believe in humanity and the Emperor, and that will be enough!

"Launch, launch, smash flesh and blood, destroy armor!" Zaiwei roared.

The Skadi people asked them to let the tissues of the green-skinned aliens permeate the air, and then be inhaled, digested, and discharged, which would be their best solution.

Blood filled the place, and the entire hangar was wet with the alien blood. Broken meat and craters were everywhere. Skadi's soldiers and Falakxia compatriots relished the pleasure of cleaning the green-skinned corpses with flames.

But not all the greenskins in that dark void acted according to the meaning of the Imperial Guard. Alan Bair had been paying attention to the movements of the torpedo boats, from sweeping and dividing, most of the orcs entered the hangar, until he noticed his prey start.

"Well, staff, look at it." He pointed at what the monitor was locking on, whether the station...

Well, the red one has a lot of metal and additional modifications. Does it have a speaker? Is that empty? ! The chief of staff looked unhappy. "What is that?"

The Empire is in a constant state of consumption and urgency. In the eyes of the staff of the Imperial Guard, whether the transformation of the Orks is serious enough to be a waste that can be shot, and that thing is obviously not a normal Orc torpedo ship.

"It's approaching the command area, and it's bigger. Is it the war boss's walking horse?"

Alan Bair nodded. "That's right, we won't go to support the armory, they will go to the bridge!"

The elites who still exist in Skadi are like sharp knives moving forward, and their mousemen can stay in the kitchen to prepare dinner for their hard-working brothers, because although the astropaths and navigators look "gentle" , The Invisible One is destined to be a fuel-efficient lamp. When he steps into the bridge, the Invisible One's ability is enough to make the two cores that maintain the operation of the battleship send out magical lightning or flames crazily.

He boiled his efforts, while the bridge was there, the orc invasion came later, the bridge was firing, and the captain watched the auspicious light flashing.

"The enemy actually attacked there?!"

The bridge not only has huge firepower and a thickened deck with collision-proof equipment, it must be impossible, but the orcs have always liked to think of the impossible as impossible. When the red torpedo boat dodges countless strafing shots, then the Hitting the bridge, the elites of the Imperial Navy felt their heads buzzing.

This is not the case for those almost impossible situations. Those orcs are crashing into the bridge crazily. The adamantine and blades on the thick thickened deck are not vegetarian, and the torpedo ship cannot survive continuously.

Two tattered melta guns protruded from the front of the drill. Normally, it would be difficult to melt thick armor shields in space with melta of that intensity, but Ork technology always gave the Astra Militarum all kinds of unexpected surprises.

Hissing, buzzing, the drilling equipment made the battleship deck reveal a hint of red, which was unpleasant, but the loyal gold of the empire actually made a mournful sound in response. The captain showed a heartbroken and unhappy expression, and the orc's penetration also come behind.

"Damn alien!" The first mate took out his finely crafted explosive leg gun and shot at the orc's protruding drill. The torpedo ship didn't fare too well either. It couldn't break through the thick metal, and the hot melt inside even caused the drill to break. Both the ship and the ship were damaged, the external systems seemed to lack overheating capabilities, and the entire ship was glowing a shocking red.

The first mate's bullet grazed the thick metal of the orc's skin as he stepped out of the torpedo ship, and then created sparks of metal. To the orc, the angry shooting of the elite of the Imperial Navy was nothing more than a joke.

The war leader looked at the frightened Imperial Navy with a smile. At least he thought so. Do all the humans he saw fear death? At least this had always been the case in his short war career. He had never seen those who were killed. The bosses of my tribe have emphasized this canned thing countless times, and now I have seen it when I joined the Red Pirates, but that's all.

He even killed one himself, and although he was denied the bounty, he still felt it was not a good thing, at least not as intense as the war when he got Ruming's position.

"Xiamies, good month, I'm here to kill you!" The restless heavy metal drum beats and the wailing cheers of the orcs were mixed together. At the battleship command point and bridge, which represents the empire's absolute rationality, with Wild plays messy ballads.

But soon, the boss noticed that the imperial heroes there didn't care at all about his greatness and power, so he raised his weapons indifferently and fired a volley.

After all, the Imperial Navy there, not to mention having seen strong winds and waves, could only walk through less than half of the Imperial Limit Star Territory. For them, meeting the orcs was nothing at all, compared to the countless monsters and fantasy in the infinite void. The scenery is almost incomparable.

The war leader stood up to the hail of bullets and shouted to the imperial navy. "Are we afraid of me?!"

The captain was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Do you have any melta leg grenades?"

The first mate took out a small weapon of strong destruction. As for the captain, he would rather let the Bordeleau be injured than have the aliens stain her exterior, so he had no choice but to do this.

The Imperial Navy is not as martially virtuous and the collective firepower is strong. The members there are not warriors. Although Coco is not proficient in combat, he is not afraid.

"No Emperor, alien!" The captain threw the melt, and the bomb would melt the fine gold and damage his battleship. But compared to the invasion of the orcs, the wound became worthless.

The bravery mixed with such tactics and firepower is a bonus to the equipment level of the Imperial Navy Command. The people there are all imperial elites, and at best they have explosive weapons, and the higher-end electromagnetic flintlock rifles. , a uranium-burning flintlock gun, a "toy" that the imperial nobles loved.

Although the actual combat effect is not good, it is powerful and can instantly defeat thick enough armor. It is also easier to hit in the narrow distance of the bridge.

"Damn Xiami..." The orc boss couldn't deny it. His rhythm was disrupted. The flintlock gun penetrated his shoulder armor, blood overflowed, and the melt explosion made the terrain worse. The orc boy was buried in the tellurium adamantine bunker. outside.

His breath became chaotic, and his huge body was, well, more angry than painful. It was because Xiami made him so unbearable. He stepped on his stereo and crushed the big treasure made of scrap metal.

"Come look at his big baby!" The dirty gun, the oversized gun, with the rifle that imitates the powerful gravity rays of the dark ages of mankind, whether it is a Space Marine, a Terminator armor, or a Lemanus, it is If you hit the driver, they will be crushed into mincemeat by the increased gravity. This is a terrifying weapon!

The strange weapon painted red has a terrifying and strange core. The twisted sharp teeth and fangs make it impossible to distinguish anything other than the muzzle, nor his Solo Gita!

Sizzle, buzz, roar, launch! The core of the whisper emits a strange dark green light, bursting out towards the captain...

And that kind of power, just by grazing the command platform of the battleship, will make the metal on the platform dent. If it touches a human body, it will be bloody and bloody in an instant...

And the ray kept moving forward, like a deadly torrent, and the captain was indeed old. He had taken away countless enemies, and he did not regret his life. He raised his weapon, hoping that the aliens would take away him again. A rotten piece of meat.

But the Emperor needs him, the Skadi people need him, the Bordero needs him, or Alan Bair needs him. Before death comes, the small black hole involved in the gravitational rays twists and pulls the gravity of the orcs, making them A storm started in the narrow space outside the battleship, with documents and various small objects flying everywhere...

And the instigator of that incident, Alan Bair, raised his pistol. "Boy, why don't I fight with a guy about the same age as me?"

If humans continue to be entangled in race, sexual orientation, and ideology, they will initially become one of the countless "aliens" that don't even have names and are destroyed by the "Empire."