Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The Sun Lord drove the Chimera armored vehicle, the divine vehicle of the Imperial Guard, through the streets and rugged trails at high speeds. Although the planetary governor could not escape due to the speed limit of the Imperial suspension engine, or to be precise, the anti-gravity equipment.

But war engines cannot survive in crowded and narrow hives, nor can they give war an advantage. Their responsibility is more that of weapons than vehicles.

The Chimera's reliable engine had burned to its limit, but it was still idling frequently on the bumpy streets of the hive city. In the embarrassing situation of being unable to pull away and unable to go far, Alan Bair cursed the damn guy, but he still had to score. Mind control car body.

There is no burden for a thick armored vehicle to hit the street, and the same goes for Superman's Sun Lord, but when faced with Ru Ming, whose speed equals time equals value, he has no room for error, and it is not easy to just follow him at the moment.

There are several corners and sharp turns, and it is very difficult to get close and then fall east. It is impossible to intercept before the destination. The Sun Lord needs to go to the star port in advance.

"Damn it, speed it up..." Alan Beyer cursed, twisting the steering wheel, praying that the target would not change positions.

At this moment, a bright light hit the Chimera's body. The Sun Lord could see the light coming from the hole even though he was separated from the armored vehicle.

"Come quickly!" The suspended transport plane is not the support force of the Imperial Guard. It is a model that Skadi often uses, and it is an aircraft of the local Imperial Guard. A thin and long ladder descends as the aircraft moves forward. And swing.

Alan Bair grabbed the thing and took off like Tarzan, shaking it, taking aim and teasing the people in the transport plane. "Thankfully we can come here to find you!"

The transport plane is here, and the Falakshian warriors poke their heads out. "Boss, you chased them to death. They were able to locate them through the augury."

"I didn't expect that you would have arrived. They were hesitant and doubtful, but you had already decided on the way to take Donglai!"

"Stop flattering, hurry up and get closer to the enemy. The wind pressure is making him uncomfortable. How about I come east and try the ten-degree cold wind in the east?" Alan Bayer scolded, and the soldier could move forward. Speed ​​up, after all, as a person from a warm area, the cold wind in Lingdong is enough to give him frostbite.

At this moment, the Sun Lord was hanging on the ladder, clasping his legs tightly, putting away the weapon, leaning forward, and began to increase his strength as the ladder swayed.

The platform he wanted to jump to was high in the sky, and the target was only five meters away. It was a crude anti-gravity device, and it was swaying. Maybe the entire device would fall the moment he landed on it.

'Get ready... or else...' Falling from a high altitude is not a natural fear of human beings. Although he had skydiving experience, that incident was a bit too much for Alan Beyer.

Is he really a lunatic? It would be better to say that he has been doing various extreme sports since he joined the Imperial Guard.

"Just be the Emperor!" He jumped towards the flying equipment directly in front of him. He once refused orders and went east, but it became clear that he had inherited too many things, hatred and destiny.

The feeling of free falling in the air was felt for a moment, but the secretion of dopamine slowed down, and the damn noble also shifted his body, urging his servant to move away.

In order to let the hero of the Imperial Guard escape, the fat man even started to beat the servant's body with a cane. At this moment, Alan Bayer had to thank the Yidong Mechanic Cult. They definitely cut corners. The sharp turn of the machine was not fast and the amplitude was not high. Only when he is big can he grasp the edge.

The thick artificial leather leg gaiters held the sides of the moving platform, and the entire car body was tilting. The nobleman almost fell to the east!

"Ah! My... impolite Imperial Guard!" His voice was high, extremely high, like a classic bad guy emphasis, but whether it was more because of his fear and nervousness, it was very questionable whether he was caught by the cultists. Surrender and face the empire, and you will basically be free from death.

And he lost his family honor and the countless wealth accumulated in that world, and wanted to thank the huge empire that constantly sucked blood with tithes for blessing his death and purifying his soul?

That's right, that maggot has regarded the territory of the Empire, the place where the Emperor and the Empire's heroes came from, as the private property that his family deserves. In that dark universe, the 11 taxes that seem to guarantee their survival are not so bad. things.

When the fat thing took out the Imperial Seiko bolter leg gun bundled in his belt, he pointed sarcastically at the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, one of the theoretical candidates for the Imperial High Lord.

"What am I doing? I betrayed the empire? Are you seeking to increase your sins now?" Alan Bair's leg fingers clenched tightly on the smooth platform, even embedded in it and caught the dent, but the nobleman could not tremble. Said tremblingly.

"He has no way out. His family and his future are gone. The Bufang Empire is not a red pirate, it is just a piece of shit!" He was so crazy that he obviously didn't know what would happen if the Imperial Guard caught him. Consequences, and raised his arms.

"Now, in the name of Weiner's supreme planetary command, he gives me the death penalty!"

His plump body held the handle of the firearm. It had to be said that although he looked like a waste, his shooting posture was quite remarkable. However, he did not realize that the platform was not reliable.

Alan Bair looked at the buildings passing through in the distance, not caring at all about the nobleman's trial. No one in that universe could judge him, unless the emperor came back and personally recognized him as a heretic.

"What am I looking at?!" the noble asked hysterically.

Alan Beyer replied. "He is waiting for the place in front, that platform. Look carefully. The high-rise platform from the building is the garden of a noble. It is so beautiful, with a greenhouse and colorful."

The planetary governor's eyes showed loneliness, then he was jealous, and then he sighed, he said. "Yes, he should have such confinement, but no..." Then he became crazy. "He begged to go east!"

Alan Bair raised his thigh, aimed at the outside of the platform and cursed. "No, it's over now!" He kicked the high-rise building violently as the platform passed the balcony. The fierce force even caused the entire flying platform to roll around, and the people on it seemed to have rolled down. The marbles fell on the balcony like gurgling balls, and the rare grasses and beautiful trees and flowers planted inside were smashed into pieces by the governor's fat body.

There was even a creature that looked very similar to a cat from the Ancient Terra era. It screamed in surprise and then ran away quickly.

The servants tending the raised garden were so frightened that their tools fell to the ground, causing the Governor to be pierced by a rake through his fat flesh, and a small amount of blood dripped out.

He could barely get up, but his leg finger was still holding on to the trigger. Alan Bair took out the firearm at this moment, and smashed the entire palm of his leg with one shot. Blood mixed with the fragments of the bolt gun spread all over the ground. No, it screams like a slaughtered pig.

In his marching life, Alan Bayer had seen many times his legs and arms were blown off by heretics, and his thighs were completely chopped off by heretics. The soldier who remained silent was nothing compared to that guy in the east...

"Stand up, he can't carry me!" he pointed the gun at the bastard and shouted to his servant. "I, my sullen citizen, come to support my master."

The servant got up, patted the mud on his body, and answered. "No, my lord."

Alan Bayer said. "He does not deny me, my lord. That world has become a traitor world. Our sins can be wiped out by the Emperor. The mistakes we have made and our foolish mistakes are heartbreaking."

"Now, go east and get out."

The dull servant led his noble master slowly eastward. The owner of the building hated the former governor of that world as if he was avoiding a disease. He wore clothes made of materials higher than those of ordinary imperial citizens, had a personal garden, and had a private garden. Data tablets are obviously of an aristocratic class.

He would let his family hide in the cellar, and face the new master of that world alone with his servants.

"Thanks to the God Emperor, they were saved. That damn governor's heretical groveling made him disgusted and disgusting." After saying these words, the governor yelled like he was crazy. "That damn traitor of mine, please step on him and move forward? My family has not been liquidated because I am not his sister's husband! If he falls, I will be finished!"

Alan Bair held down the governor and said. "Why, I asked Luo Jing Dongshi, don't you think that insulting him can be exchanged for my family to take over Dongshi and prosper for a hundred years?"

"He's not that easy to fool."

But the Wei Eun tribe said. "No, sir, he once controlled the agricultural production of that world, but was persecuted because he did not want to join in the heresy. If he no longer has power, you can look at the records. He served for 20 years until the Ming Dynasty, and here he is 11 years old. How are the tax records?”

"Look at the suppression he received for not yielding. If he had not been in a high position and the heretics did not have time to count all the loyalists, he would have died long ago."

"He thanked the Emperor for his gift from the bottom of his heart."

His voice was tearful and sonorous, whether he was real or not? If he could really achieve success outside of his time in office, it wouldn't matter if he was used. Without the Red Pirates, those guys wouldn't be heretics even if they were real. Dare to make mistakes.

Alan Bayer said no. "The Imperial Guard won't mess with me. If what I say is true, just crawl back to that position yourself. Don't think that the Imperial Guard will care about our little things. Just pay the 11 taxes properly." Then pressed the governor. Walk out of the mansion.

As for that guy, that noble, the words of the imperial officer made him feel a lot more relaxed in Dongdu, and sweat continued to flow out...

He realized that the young-looking officer was not simple, and tremblingly called the servant over. ‘Preparing gifts, they go to the Imperial Guard base and bring red wine and delicious food. They will meet a distinguished person tomorrow. "

"But sir, their garden..." The servant was a little unsure whether the noble could scold him. "What's a garden? A senior officer like that

But the prize-faced relationship with them just happened, let alone the garden, it doesn’t matter if the house is blown up! "

"Quick, quick, get ready, get your things ready!"

Is this the case for the imperial nobility, whether they are capable or not, whether they are powerful or they only live on the honor of their ancestors, whether they are good or bad, they all rely on the huge and inefficient bureaucratic thinking to act.

Compared to that episode, in the Imperial Guard base, the Imperial Guard doctors have begun to prepare relevant veritaserum, leaving people in a dazed state and answering all questions.

The Imperial Guard personnel ignored the poor noble who was foaming at the mouth, and did not care about his beaten leg. His extremely broken spirit made it easier for him to spit out knowledge.

At the end of the lengthy interrogation, Alan Beyer, sipping coffee in the break room, addressed the officers handling the aftermath of that world. "Don't waste too much time. The core is in the forging world."

On the other side, a piece of thick vellum written in Gothic was brought over, and Alan Bayer couldn't help but feel a little unhappy looking at the information on it.

First of all, it records the evil physical experiments of the Black Mechanicum in the forging world Militilia. Although it is very vague, it is clearly marked in it. In addition to those well-known zombies, there is also Coco with more Exaggerated genetically modified organisms serve as weapons of war.

Secondly, as Alan Bair speculated, the small cycle composed of the Mechanicum, the hive world, and the agricultural world made those three worlds want to be independent from the empire hundreds of years ago. The forge governor, Melkor's help, even hid 30% of the 11 tax revenue and used those materials as strategic storage.

Initially, the general strategic deployment of the Forge World in the governor's mind was also clearly marked. The cultists would bring weapons produced by the Mechanicum to replace the servitors, and the freed priests could put their own capabilities into production.

Its planetary defenses are strong enough to withstand an invasion by the Imperial Guard. From this point of view, the Partorians must land in the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from the Mechanicus citadel. The fortress's heavy defenses have multiple doors and ground-shaking doors. The cannon is enough to hinder them...

"No, there must be experts to pay them. It will take a while for them to control that world, let..." Alan Bayer knocked on the table.

"Ensign, adjust the radio to communicate with the Bordeaux."

The lieutenant nodded. "No, boss!"

The buzzing radio communication was connected, and Alan Bair said in front of the huge imperial communication equipment. "Send an astrological message to request the Destruction Eagle Chapter to join the war... The target is to assist the Imperial Guard in the attack on the forged world of Minatilia."

After the captain answered, Alan Bayer was a little worried. He couldn't order those demigods and giants to convey the news. What to do in the first place and what to do were all up to them.

He was not used to that feeling of being unable to grasp it, and that was probably why the High Lords of Terra were so afraid of the Space Marines. They were so powerful and extraordinary that their sense of alienation from mortals was even stronger than that of the Mechanicum. , but now, they are the ones to take care of...