Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The civil use of Steel Gate has matured enough. At this moment, the planet is full of imperial residents. It is conservatively estimated that tens of millions of people live there for various reasons. However, when the notices of defensive war are made of sacred vellum and mounted with the sacred seal of the state religion, After sending it, Alan Beyer had to admit that those people were worthless.

What they planned above was to decorate the imperial residential areas, change their appearance, and pretend to be military equipment, such as ammunition warehouses or oil warehouses, to help the Imperial Guards undertake the attack, and if they were red, they would not push the civilians in. A fire pit, at least it looks like this on the surface, but behind it...

The so-called "Mother of the Holy Mother" is not the same as Alan Bair. Those civilians can probably evacuate in time, while the misers and those with a sense of luck are waiting to be bombed into mud by the aliens.

Fortunately, there are many rational people, especially those who are opportunistic and reselling things. Some time ago, countless civilian ships left, but the huge base represents a shortcoming. For example, the fare of ships roaming the port has reached 8,000 throne coins. open.

That's equivalent to two months' salary for a new leg tech-priest, and a full year of service for an Imperial Guard soldier. Because throne coins are not cheap, one throne coin can be exchanged for precious water in the hive. If not, In the agricultural world, it takes several kilograms of food to exchange for one.

The ship ticket is so expensive to survive, and there are countless civilians left in that world. Although many rich people have found "gold" here and left, many more have just lost everything and have to stay.

The civilization is very strong, but the society is very weak. The environment outside the Steel Gate instantly becomes bad, dirty and messy, and full of contradictions and plunder.

The Astra Militarum does not manage civilians, and there is no planetary governor there, so there is no PDF. The order of the roaming port is maintained by those underground gangs, or idlers, hooligans and perverts.

The Astra Militarum's goal has always been the countless powerful enemies of the empire, rather than focusing on those rogues. In a completely disordered society, those who originally disrupted order have become the leaders of order.

But the departure of those with vested interests also led to the complete collapse of the precarious order there. Those things had nothing to do with the Imperial Guard. They needed to be alert to enemy attacks and stationed as a local defense force, but Alan Bair was not one of the few who needed to be there. Peaceful people.

The intelligence tavern arranged by Marcato is one of the few places in the empire where the empire can get information about the external environment. It is unknown how many secrets of the empire are kept there and how many agents are served there. After the restlessness begins until tomorrow, that small place will also become a mob. A place to visit.

The lieutenant colonel looked at the orders in his legs and maintained law and order... It really didn't look like the orders from the Empire's General Dong, more like a planetary governor or a freeport navy commander or something. But the Steel Gate was wrong for the empire's best interests and still had no defense, but That does not mean that safety and security are not respected.

There is nothing that the Imperial Guard can do about turning a blind eye to external security. The mess is now as messy as mud. It can be said that this mission represents my request to try to distinguish between Imperial citizens and thugs, but Alan Bair no choice.

The reason for looking for him is because he is the only one who knows the importance of the mission and has enough troops to suppress tens of millions of them. Skadi also has strong internal discipline and the probability of causing all kinds of trouble is low.

Normally, that mission should mobilize stormtroopers to rescue, and elite cocoa can be used to alert the snake. It can even be said that if the maintenance environment is false and the rescue goal is true, making up for the lie will require greater efforts, and that matter will inevitably With authenticity.

The so-called truth is whether to maintain order to form a false military department and allow the enemy to deliberately attack residential areas in order to gain strategic advantages. For Alan Bayer, these two things need to be accomplished, but the main goal is not intelligence. aspects of things.

Responsibility, victory, these things are not what the imperial officers must bear, and it is not to blame those heroes who returned to the fields and became useless nobles, after all, human nature is not like this.

"Staff, please call the soldiers. They have work to do."

The chief of staff is taking care of his military uniform. As a staff officer of the Imperial Guard, his profession is more like a "vase" than a soldier. He has great authority and can disembowel heretics and aliens.

Appearance is not a compulsory course for him, which often makes Alan Bayer care about his wrinkled military uniform and messy head. After all, if it is not a battleship, then it is a trench. It is fine when stationed, but once the war starts, there is no time.

"Find the soldiers after you finish..." Alan Bair finished speaking and picked up the disgusting strategic map. The servo skull flashed with light and used its loyal body to transmit the data to the tactical tablet.

The city is composed of complex lines and city exteriors, a narrow three-dimensional view and a large amount of debris and garbage. It is better to say that it is built on a city of steel gates, rather than a city of garbage.

The recycling station is almost the core of the city. Those devices were previously used by the Mechanicus to ensure that the huge asteroid fortress maintains a certain self-circulation capability to reduce external material needs. Now it serves as a residence for the citizens of the empire. place.

"Those gangsters who haven't left will definitely occupy the recycling bin. Let's ask their boss to have some foresight to collect resources and get the ship tickets."

Alan Bayer thought to himself, he would not think about whether those gangsters would rob the Imperial Guard ships, at least for a short time, those things would not dare, but if those people established a firm foothold and had certain manpower and material resources, they would If you don't survive, you will trample your own fear.

At least compared to the alien invasion, the Imperial Guard is obviously not human, something they can understand.

In terms of the first goal, needless to say, think more, infantry occupy those core recycling bins, clean up the armed locals, and then collect or clean up those stupid things. If the enemy is stupid enough not to even occupy the recycling bins, then those The person is probably worthless, and it would be better to kill him directly.

The goal is determined, but the thoughts are messy. Every plan is on the fingertips. There is no so-called perfection, there is adaptability, but the responsibility and seriousness of that matter are not the meaning of Alan Bayer's life.

He needs to report his best plan to the soldiers surrounding him, so when the battle gradually becomes clear, the sound of reporting suddenly begins to appear. 12 infantry companies are ready, and officers with the rank of second lieutenant and above are neatly lined up. Drive, stand in line, move forward, and arrive in front of Alan Bair.

As soon as his thoughts started to get threaded, and he didn't even have time to thread the thread, the soldier was already ready. He could go to the battlefield without complaining.

"Companies 1 to 12 of Skadi's only regiment obeyed the order and drove to Chimera. Forget about the sentries, they moved forward through several main tunnels and used Chimera armored vehicles as bunkers to move forward to suppress the thugs."

"Propaganda is carried out along the way, begging to give way and cooperate. They beg to occupy the recycling bin area and remember that their own lives come first. If any thugs appear after warning, they will be killed first."

Then, with a crisp answer, the extremely fast mobilization began. Several Chimeras slowly walked out of the armory, and the Imperial Guard soldiers who followed behind them were even more elite among the elite.

Skadi's dispatch made other members of the Imperial Guard look askance. After all, Ru Ming's powerful group is like a hero like the Space Marines. No matter what the situation, it is absolutely wrong to attack.

The Imperial Guard officers quickly realized that someone was responsible for the mess there, and were glad that they had not suppressed the civilian problems themselves, because it was not easy to pay for the mobs going crazy.

The smell of promethium permeates the pipes, and the cold metal in the absolute vacuum protects humans from the cold desperate void, which is both physical and spiritual.

The buzzing sound of the imperial engine attracted many living people, and the situation in the residential area also made people frown. Death, hideous and horrific death, there were many thugs in the streets torturing the weak.

And the poor victim was hanging from the spiked and disgusting iron chain. The man covered by the red cloth seemed almost dead. If it weren't for the way those thugs twitched when they scratched his skin with the blade, Ailan would have Bile must have thought he had gone to see the Emperor.

The order there has collapsed. Between the narrow streets and cage-like houses that are as parallel as two Chimeras in the city, those things made of fine gold can't protect anything.

On the ground were hallucinogen needles, wine bottles, packaging bags with large amounts of starch, and human corpses. The faces of the dead were twisted and struggling, and their bodies were in tatters, as if they had been subjected to many abnormal tortures.

"It's so disgusting..." The chief of staff looked there in the Chimera cab. Through the narrow observation hole, he could feel the despair permeating the ground at the moment. However, he still turned on the device and used the sacred grille to amplify his voice. News of the arrival of the Imperial Guard can appear.

"There is the Imperial Guard, the only infantry regiment of Skadi. Now we are requisitioning that area and requisitioning that road. Imperial citizens, please get out of the way. If you do not take action immediately, they can sentence you on the spot according to their own rights and responsibilities. heresy!"

"Repeat it again! There is the Imperial Guard, the only infantry regiment of Skadi. Now we are requisitioning that area and requisitioning that road. Imperial citizens, please get out of the way. If you do not take action immediately, they can follow their own rights and responsibilities. Condemn you as a heretic!"

Alan Bair looked at the guys in front of him who were abusing the Imperial Guard and begged to leave. Even though they were very fast, they still spoke. "Shoot them. It won't be a disaster if those things escape."

Swish, swish, swish, the Chimera's vehicle-mounted gun instantly beat those rotten people into rotten flesh. Their faces instantly cracked in the gothic pattern representing the hive gang, and the razors used to torture the citizens of the empire fell to the ground in their legs. exist.

Sometimes it's like that, I can't tell what's human, what's good and what's bad, Alan Bair doesn't even know why those perverts tortured that poor Imperial citizen, and when the Chimera slowly drove away , the Imperial Guard stepped over those flesh and blood, and the Imperial citizen was already dying, so he had to waste time and bullets, and let him slowly wait for his death.

Fortunately, the pain of his life was over, and those demonic compatriots were dead. When his soul returned to the Emperor, and joined the thousands of souls who worshiped the Lord of Mankind in the Warp, he would find peace.

But after the Imperial Guard left, the air in the open space flickered in and out with abnormal blur, and a tall Eldar wearing pitch black armor appeared. He was tall and thin, holding a poison crystal rifle with a monomolecular blade on his leg, calmly Strange alien micro-devices are being recovered from those corpses.

The Dark Eldar love to hide things, and the chaos brought about by conspiracy and murder will not satisfy them. Then the tall alien walked up to the man considered hopeless by the Imperial Guard. He was tall, He was hanging like a roasted duck, with almost all his skin and flesh pulled out. He was dying, with blood drying up in his body, and his external organs and muscles squirming to maintain his pitiful life.

His appearance and name have long been forgotten. In fact, when he was caught, he was already a dead man.

The alien's red mask resembled a skull, and the armor and legs made of carapace brushed against the living body outside the stormy air, enjoying the terrible death.

Then, he took out a slender needle and inserted it into the living body. Soon, his weak body began to tremble and the skin began to heal. However, this was not redemption, but abuse.

Healing comes with an abnormal repair speed. How to describe the feeling is probably the soreness after muscle fatigue, which is magnified thousands of times and accompanied by itching, which makes people want to take away their flesh and blood.

The poor survivor kept squirming and trembling, and his skin began to repair. But even after being abused like that, the pitiful soul that was so numb that it couldn't scream could not help but start to let out alarming wails at this moment.

Disgusting, painful, if a creature with great empathy would definitely lend a helping hand to him, even if it weren't, the orcs would shoot to end the life of the unlucky shrimp, but the thing from Gemo was shaking its body, she was...

Breathing heavily?

And when the poor man passed out, the spirit tribe untied his shoulder blades that were fixed by chains. It was hard to imagine that that slender body could hold an adult with one leg, just like holding something, a pet or something. Like a toddler.

The unlucky guy was baked into a metal cage, and he was taken to the outskirts of the city that once belonged to them. An "Imperial Transport Ship" was waiting. The ship used heat to cut open the outer wall of the asteroid city. And pretend that the abandoned equipment is parked there.

But the outside of the thing was very lively, with heretical equipment, colorful spikes and howls, and more dark gothic decorations, which made people feel like those aliens were begging for their lives in poor taste.

But compared to taste, their own bad luck is more desperate for life. When a Xue Ling with four or six or no less than seven or eight legs and arms came to inspect the goods, she looked at the imperial residents in the cage with satisfaction. , and straightened his plump body, approaching a larger human male.

The monster made the man scream, but the feeling was unbearable. She took out the Dark Eldar alien device called the Mask of Chaos and adjusted the power to the maximum.

Hallucinations of the death of loved ones kept appearing, and the poor human citizen saw hell. The Blood Ling man who came from the east observed his reaction, then nodded, and took him to his laboratory to "taste" it slowly.

But just as she took a few steps, the consul wearing ghost plate armor stopped the adult. "Don't mess up. Does he need them to bring back Gemo's goods? The Imperial Guard is coming. Please speed up the plan."

The Xue Lingren glanced at that person, then continued to move forward, crossing his side...

In this way, although we don’t know how fate will arrange it, the dark universe will always surprise people...