Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The orcs and humans stared at each other for a long time, like wild animals that were wary of seeing another beast. Perhaps in the eyes of the orcs, the Skadi were more like monsters than humans, or some other green-skinned tribe.

Weapons are held against each other, tit for tat, dragon and tiger. As the Skadi people stand up for the emperor, their souls are destined to be intertwined with those orcs, chaotic but full of meaning.

When the craziest murderous war in the universe also became the meaning of the existence of civilization, the Chaos Gods were also willing to draw their swords and researched many things such as guns, weapons, blades, firearms, etc. for this purpose.

Countless civilizations in that universe have always needed war and killing, and even war giants that are thousands of meters long cannot be created by allowing that to happen. They oppose the arena of the fighting arena, and those that can melt fine gold. , weapons that tear apart iron blocks are not weapons that have evolved over tens of thousands of years.

It is no different from the knights who raised weapons to confront each other in medieval castles, but the weapons were replaced by power sickles, chain axes, crossbows and throwing knives, bolt guns, gravity guns and many other things.

The fighting spirit has become more intense and even crazier over the course of tens of thousands of years. Alan Bayer was driven by those things to raise his weapons, hide in the cover of the battleship corridor, and shoot at the enemy.

The orcs now had to accept fire from both sides, loyalist counterattacks and more unpleasant things.

"Boss! We can't stand it any longer!"

The big gravity gun fired, ready to kill a few unlucky soldiers. The boss shot accurately, but his shooting was specially taken care of by Alan Beyer. When his shooting was "tempered" time and time again, his anger made it difficult for him. Understand how the shrimp made the wrong noodles.

Intercepting and shooting in mid-air, even if he knew the best sniper legs, he couldn't do that, but the human in front of him materialized complex things again and again.

"I don't want to wait to cum, fight me, damn Xiami!" He couldn't help it, and cursed in vulgar low Gothic, but in response to his invitation to fight, he refused to shoot a rather fatal shot. The heat ray is quite deadly despite his thick armor.

Melt his armor, penetrate his flesh and blood, and burn his body. Ordinary flesh and blood would probably burst in an instant.

"Rough skin and thick flesh." Sergeant Catachan accurately evaluated that point as he fired the shot, and everyone knew that it was one of the few characteristics of the orcs. In addition, they were probably savage!

"Be alert and don't ask for random thoughts. Those aliens will die very quickly. If you do a good job of taking turns to shoot, their losses will not be zero." The staff officer calmly made various plans, but Alan Bayer took out his gravity gun, Whoosh, whoosh, the strong force pulled the orcs behind the bunker, causing those boys to attack.

The Skadi veterans shot with trance, heat rays, beam carbines, and played colorful death songs. The orc boss watched as his armored boys became fewer and fewer, and his face became wary and distorted.

"Ah!" He fired, fiercely, and the gravity molecules were distorted, but so what, that time Alan Bayer directly hit his gravity ray into the muzzle of his gun.

"Boy, don't ask me to make my dirty gun so big. Please pay attention in this life!" He said arrogantly. He should also comment like this. Among the hundreds of millions of people in that sector, there is no better magic gun than him. Legs, even if they had them, were probably not human.

Except for him, no one could treat an orc so arrogantly, especially the orc leader, and his advice was naturally untrue.

After the gravity gun in his leg emitted a strange color and buzzing sound, the orc boss' superhuman reflexes instantly threw the dangerous thing away, but the biggest shortcoming of the orc's equipment was whether it was poor insurance and overload or safety. The problem.

Someone once joked that the "explosion" of Orc equipment was part of its design, but now that uncontrollability has become a serious problem. Compared with the reliability of Imperial equipment, Orc weapons are not complete bombs. .

Even if the device was already several meters away, the energy wave generated by the strong explosion tore almost half of his body to the east. The blood fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and those filthy and disgusting things were mixed together. Several boys around him and the entire tissue of his right leg...

"Asshole..." The boss was angry. He raised his weapon and moved toward the wrong side with his armored body. The dopamine secreted by his body made his huge body move forward against the detonation beam. That kind of anger made him see everything. The captain couldn't help but feel sad.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" he warned Alan Bair, but he soon realized that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him did not dodge, but still fired calmly, whoosh, whoosh, the heat ray was hitting the orc boss's body. There was a hole, and the emperor's rage penetrated the orc's body, beating the core of his body, and his heart was beating in circles.

And the orc charged in front of the imperial officer, his anger splashing out, with the green-skinned blood overflowing from his wounds, but his answer was Alan Bair's action of stretching out his leg.

"That's enough, fall down." He exerted force in his legs and arms, and the power scythe in his legs exerted force, hit, s... The sound of cracking thick fibers that made people's teeth was accompanied by the sound of festering steel, continued. He did not drive the destruction stance, but Can tear out the heart of an orc with the strength and power of complete physical existence.

That action meant that Alan Bayer had an extremely high level of understanding of the orc's body. He could even know how to accurately grasp the heart of a one to three meter tall orc. It also meant that his strength seemed to have grown slightly.

The muscles of his legs and arms were bulging, and he looked thin, but the explosive power made the orc leader's chest hurt. That huge, arrogant figure looked at Alan Bair, an ordinary man who was not very tall, only about 1.8 meters tall. You can feel that your body has lost the ability to pump blood.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, the scarlet heart of the orc kept beating in the air, and then fell to the ground, like a fish out of water, with scarlet body fluid spraying from the blood vessels inside, and happily Breathing the air.

Vitality, extremely vitality, and the orc boss who lost the vitality organ felt dizzy, insufficient supply, oxygen, nutrition, suffocation and weakness made him feel like he was back when he was just born, small and shriveled of that period.

Alan Bair's small body now raised its bright red legs and arms to grab the decoration of the orc leader and pulled it hard.

boom!

The whole huge body was kneeling on the ground, and his bleary eyes looked at the Imperial Guard officer who was kneeling on the ground and was the same height as him, full of confusion and fatigue.

"Goodbye, orcs."

boom!

The projectiles and penetrations accurately hit the orc's brain, and what was originally a ball of paste dissipated, turning into red and spreading all over the deck. The orc boss and orc pirate who had once been the nightmare of billions of human civilizations, had once The monster that caused the death of countless loyal people is nothing more than a weak loser at this moment.

He wiped the blood with his clothes, and the stinky stuff stained the imperial officer's uniform. He fired guns at the boy who was left in the east. There were holes, filth, and blood. But Alan Bair just picked up the command tool on the chest of the orc leader. Communicator, open that thing skillfully.

"Hey? Are you an orc? Our boss is dead. He was killed by humans. Our invasion force is also destroyed. Are we prepared to die when the east comes? No one knows. Where to fight with each other, casually, but no.”

Alan Bayer looked at the time display on the battleship, and it was blurry. "If you don't leave that space for five minutes, everyone will die for him." He put down the communicator, crushed the alien creation, and ended the opening song of that war.

That means begging or ordering. When those few words were transmitted from the communicator to the orc warship, the orcs in the communication channel were all confused.

When the orc first realized that he could be the boss, he commanded his warship to fire cannons at the flagship, and then a chain reaction occurred in the east. The whole orc was in an orderly manner, or could barely be regarded as an orderly orc. The battleship group instantly turned into a colosseum.

The Imperial Guard withdrew at the juncture of the war. The orcs had no overall perspective. To be precise, most of the orcs did not. To them, they did not know the definition of the war and the invasion.

In their eyes, there are three points of killing and plundering. Who is the boss? When one of the three points is unstable, the orcs will turn into the most advanced primitive tribe and use those sophisticated and rough equipment to carry out the most primitive task in the universe. Power grabbing methods, violence.

Whether the curtain created by the orcs biting each other serves as a buffer zone for the Imperial Guard, those things are now indistinguishable from enemy to enemy, and it is unclear whether they are good or bad. This has also made the pace of the Red Corsairs slow down because of the huge chaos that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.

That victory was so beautiful that the Imperial Navy lost dozens of destroyer classes, in exchange for the loss of hundreds of enemy battleships. The war between them would not be so easy.

The navy wiped the deck, and the command headquarters kept reporting good news. The wind of victory was tilting against the Imperial Guard, but in the huge void, the rows of enemies did not stop.

Even if the battle loss ratio is 1/10 compared to the mercenary troops of the Red Pirates, it doesn't feel bad, and there is no so-called loss of morale. Originally, Yi Xing did not use money to do things, but now it is not only a waste of the Imperial Guard's manpower, but also very unnecessary. Paid.

On the other hand, the loss of ten destroyers is a large scale battleship that can only be replenished by decades of continuous construction for the empire. Not to mention the tens of thousands of loyalists, even the destroyers still have liquid base.

Moreover, the warships of the Imperial Navy are not the highest level masterpieces of the Empire except for those black technologies. They are different from those metal engines that the orcs can build in a few months and enter the void like dumplings.

But even if they only eliminated a few mercenaries, the Imperial Navy's channel wanted to magnify the incident without limit to boost the morale of the troops. The scene of the orcs fighting each other also became a strange scenery.

The Bordero was docked for maintenance due to damage. Interestingly, the Iron Gate is the home of many Imperial adventurers and explorers, because that location is close to the edge of the star field. During the subspace storm, the Imperial Guard There is a huge bounty on your hands for exploring the temporary paths that exist in the Warp Storm.

Coupled with the false fortune-telling experience of a traitorous Rogue Trader, many Imperial Guardsmen needed civilian cargo transportation to provide supplies, and more and more ordinary people settled on the asteroid full of stories.

And whether they can bear part of the protection of the Imperial Navy, although it is useless, is better than nothing. Those desperadoes in Port Nao are not soldiers. They need entertainment, and taverns and residential areas have been built one after another.

Just like the emergence of the famous city of San Francisco in the Ancient Terra era, some people were digging for gold, while others were selling shovels and opening hotels. Although no one of the madmen who went to explore subspace came back, that place had become a small trading port.

In just one year, everything turned upside down. Alan Bayer walked into a simple tavern, with a small neon sign in a narrow place, which was not the only rest and recreation he had after becoming a shipowner.

He was wearing a windbreaker to cover his military uniform. He smelled the smell of alcohol and the chaotic people had the air of a desperado. "Have some snake wine, and add it to Parasin, Goro Steak, and an Empire Times."

The boss is a middle-aged man, his legs and arms have been completely replaced by machines, and there are wounds on his cheeks. Who knows what he has been through, and Alan Bayer is obviously not here for the first time.

"Didn't you bring that young man from my family that time?" He handed over the drink.

Alan Bair took a sip. "Isn't he about the same age?"

The boss replied. "We have different temperaments. I should be about the same age as him. At least he can feel it after chatting with me."

Suddenly, the boss's legs and arms began to twitch. "Sorry, it's the same old habit."

Alan Bair did not answer, because it seemed that the two people were chatting, but in fact, the boss was using his prosthetic body to perform concise Catachan leg language. The leg language could not express many things, but it could also be roughly Understand many things.

Alan Bayer started eating after watching the "performance". He seemed to be like an ordinary guest, so he asked worriedly. "Is it necessary to protect the machine soul?"

After returning to the east, he began to deal with the current situation. First, the Astra Militarum, or the Inquisition, used his "legs" to "incite" a companion of the Ronin.

Brainwashing, potions, all kinds of things, and even Coco didn't arrange to invite him to tea on unfounded charges, just to let the assassins crawl through the window of the traitor's manor.

The power of a huge empire cannot be underestimated, let alone an empire without an eastern limit.

The available information is disappointing. The currently invading Red Pirates are only 30% of the total fleet. The world called Mahadrea and the entire Pangia sub-sector and the Maelstrom are outside the control of the Black Heart King. .

A huge legion, a steady stream of supplies, and countless execution capabilities of the Victory Empire. If the Black Heart King's only weakness is that he has himself at the center of his power structure, so many armies rely on semi-mercenary and semi-affiliated forces. Those who have a way to collect the east will listen to the instructions rather than the propaganda, so they can act in batches.

But even so, its scale is not extremely large. The scale of the traitors gathered by relying on Huron's power is unprecedented. The main reason is that after he entered the subspace, he took away many of the subordinates who belonged to the Black Legion...

He is not picky about food, and he will accept all the attendants that Abaddon can't see, and will give him the military strength to match his ability! Just that one thing can make many people excited. There is a very uncertain time issue in the subspace. God knows how long the Red Pirates have been operating in the subspace.

A year outside may be a hundred years inside!

It can be said that he is a real dictator who spans hundreds of thousands of light years. After drinking the snake wild wine, Alan Bayer felt that this thing was particularly cool.