Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Letters are exchanged, the void is long, and the good news is that the subspace has always been willing to watch the trivial matters outside the empire, so those annoying astrological messages can flow unimpeded.

What is truly sought after will always be distorted by the subspace, but those messy messages will not. If anything can disrupt the good mood of the Sun Lord bathed in the light of the star that morning.

Then in addition to traitors and aliens, there are probably those brain-dead Imperial colleagues.

In the best room in the starport in the early morning, Qi Fan, Kane, Ryan, Master Chief of the Falcon of Destruction, Ensign Unlucky and the Sun Lord gathered together. They had dark circles in their eyes, were sleepy, yawned from time to time, and the room was floating. There is a faint smell of coffee, which is a very rare high-end product, but it is not worthy of the group of officers. At that moment, the smell is even more tiring.

At this moment, the Black Heart King could choose to bomb the place. Even if he had to spend 50% or even 70% of his fleet, he would take action. After all, such an opportunity was difficult to come by.

(Interestingly, there can be lieutenants involved in the empire's vanity fair, but after the Ministry of Military Affairs was temporarily suspended, the military details of the expeditionary corps became blurred. This is very rare in the history of the empire, and order is always lacking. They talk about it, which may be the reason why Sun Lord is so special.)

Alan Bayer took a sip of coffee. This was one of the few times he used a normal cup during confinement. Usually he put a military kettle in it and mixed it with instant Reca coffee, a classic combination of military officers.

He still missed the half-cold and half-hot drinking water on the battlefield with the special metallic rusty smell of the imperial kettle, and he once again complained about the lack of virtue in the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"Huh..." He cleared his throat, not happy about the bad midday announcement that woke him up. "Everyone, I'm sorry for waking us up so early. Yesterday's welcome party was well done. He still remembers the delicious food, which was quite good."

Kane replied, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Except for the Lytlings being drunk, wearing Sun Lord suits, and slashing with relic-grade golden power swords."

Alan Bair swallowed. "Wrong, except for that, the Letling boy usually doesn't do that..." He felt a dull pain in his temples, so he emphasized again.

"During that time, he wanted to let the army rest. After sorting out the huge material needs, it would also take a lot of time to dispatch a team of 60 million people. However, according to the report of the Titanium drones, they were destroyed in the subspace. About a third of the Red Corsairs Traitor Space Marines."

"According to his prediction, even if the Star Claws are added to the front, the enemy's troops and warships will not be able to catch up with them, but the prerequisite is always empty. In other words, the focus of their coming from the east is not to disperse their military strength, so as to Ground attack, occupation, and destruction of the enemy’s effective forces are the main focus.”

Kane coughed. "They begged...ahem...to fight the Traitor Space Marines..." He looked not very good for a moment, but whether he was sleepy or not, his posture was concealed. They felt that he was drunk and hungover, and they would definitely not take his fear into consideration.

Alan Bair nodded. "That's right." That sentence made the commanders there show mixed emotions. They were worried and a little dissatisfied, but they were more excited. The resolute expeditionary force did not like to wait for the support of the Space Marine Chapter, they needed to destroy everything. as usual.

But Alan Bayer dispelled those people's thoughts. "The incident in Bu Nao is not the reason why he summoned us. In fact, the batch of materials is enough for them to consume for half a year and the follow-up production of that world. The state religion, the Tribunal, plans to send an inquisitor, a highly respected state religion Pastor, check it out and take their 10 percent."

The ensign laughed. "Ha, boss, it's just a matter of time!"

There were others who looked serious. "They agreed?" Qi Fan said.

Alan Beyer replied. "No, they didn't agree. To be precise... ha~" He yawned. He was too sleepy. He was a little doubtful whether the misunderstanding was intentional, and the star language was too fast. Could it be that subspace also likes it? Eat melon?

"Except for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which compromised, other departments still begged to send people, and denied his wishful thinking, and begged them to take 10% of it, because there is that choice, they have a choice, understand? "

He got serious. "He needs all departments of the Imperial Guard to enter combat mode. Buliu played so crazy yesterday, now he hides the drinks in the banquet, fills the bunker with people, and shows those guys their firepower and combat effectiveness."

"Intimidate them, pull all the battle tanks near the star port, and let the battleships ignore the strategic depth and distance, and keep them in the void to the extent that they can be roughly seen by the naked eye."

Qi Fan was a little unsure. "Can anyone with eyesight see that they are pretending to be powerful?"

Alan Baier answered no. "A discerning person will not open his mouth like a lion!"

The whole room was silent. If the empire was really united, everyone would not be obsessed with all kinds of tricks, and the fate of mankind would definitely be more comfortable. However, at the end of the dark forty millennium, the nature of people's hearts had been distorted.

While the Imperial Guard was working overtime, the new inquisitor, Miss Lovalov, was walking out of a secret alien trial event. She was wearing that special uniform and wide hat, which was very obvious and could determine the number of cases. The rosette of a billion lives.

Just because her mission didn't require her to hide herself or even be treated as arrogantly as a swan.

Seeking to travel to the edge of enemy territory, a world that had just been retaken by the Imperial Guard, she proposed using the Inquisition's black ships, but rejected it out of fear of being confronted by the Imperial Guard.

They refused to pay anything, seemingly with great firepower, and even tried their best to dress up the matter of sharing the money as if it were a diplomatic affair, as if they could get away with it with red wine as usual.

That incident made the judge dissatisfied. She was like a bullet, shot out by Bu Qinji's thoughts, and like she should.

From the beginning, she could choose to rely on the transport ship of the large merchant guild to go to that star sector from that bishop's world.

Don't get me wrong, these are not the slow imperial transport ships that pull civilians, but the actual significance is the ships used for transportation services.

Powerful nobles may or may not have a starship, and they may or may not have an Imperial Navy-level clipper. When urgent matters require crossing the planet, commercial ships were born.

The total length is only a liquid mile, barely meeting the standards for carrying a large subspace engine, but it is extremely luxurious, replacing thousands of external rooms with several extremely luxurious living halls, using natural materials, such as logs or fireplaces, to maintain its external temperature.

To be precise, it looks like a wooden hut in the ancient Terra Mountains. The windows are equipped with holographic projections and exquisite landscape photos, creating an almost completely realistic, completely different virtual picture 24 hours a day. Simulate the sparkling lakeside and the snow-capped mountains covered with red snow.

Birch forests, pine trees, lakes, and snow-capped mountains all have windows that can be closed. However, considering that this will reduce the sense of immersion, they are specifically not selected as outside temperature control areas, otherwise the cold will invade the outside from the void. Let travelers choose from stews, cheeses, breads, ham roasts and more.

In addition, entertainment such as old-fashioned leg-cranking phones and records are also enough. If you have any needs, you can call the hotline directly. All the items you need will be labeled as "neighbors sending supplies", "frozen creatures", and "ordering services" , "external joy" and other stage-like pickup links are delivered.

Yes, the corridors there are also holographic, taking me to a wonderful, uninhabited snow-capped mountain or lake. At the same time, if you are alone on the boat, you can save seats and usually arrange a companion for the guest. , during that long journey, two people who can afford such a noble trip, and who can match their manners and conversation, may become friends.

There, many good stories were created for the nobles of the empire to tell, and they were talked about with great enthusiasm.

At the same time, the number of workers there has also reached an astonishing number to maintain a huge ship system. A total of 10,000 people huddled on the ship in 10% of the space, sleeping next to dangerous boilers, pistons, and overheating. The holographic projector is there, eating recycled food like garbage, all of which are starch blocks made after recycling the leftovers of the guests (of course there are also metabolites).

And the source of labor outside such a ship is not clean either. (I heard that mutants exist)

And its imitation creates a completely mimetic human winter in ancient Terra, which makes tourists linger, and the travel price is almost astronomical.

The definition of an astronomical number will never depend on the person, because there is nothing in this world that I can't think of, and there is nothing that people can't do. It takes ten thousand imperial coins (equivalent to several months' salary of a senior technician in the empire) to support that effort. Expensive trip.

Of course, the Inquisitor's financial resources are sufficient to pay, and she does not need her to pay. For the Inquisition, money for travel is rare.

But even so, there are still many difficulties before her at this moment. Obviously, the biggest problem she currently encounters is not the tough attitude of the Imperial Guard, but the passengers who are traveling with her.

She is now wearing a thick down jacket, but you can still see the signs of her being a judge. Because she needs to stay vigilant and remember her duties, most of the imperial nobles are not willing to complete a wonderful trip with her.

This is not her personal problem. On the contrary, as a Valhalla, Miss Lovalov is young and beautiful. She has no regrets and is afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but she needs to travel across the stars in that dark 40th millennium. The super rich man, which one is really clean?

Now tell me, there is an inquisitor walking next to me, and I want to spend an unforgettable travel time with you?

Single rooms are basically not available. It is the most popular service in the empire, and there are even many people queuing up. Therefore, the judge looked at the chattering Wei Maotou guy in front of her at this moment. Wearing the emblem of the state religion, he carried a scripture on his waist that was thick enough to open a person's head (physically), and a prayer inlaid on his clothes.

The wrinkled lines on his forehead are all complicated runes. Maybe because of his faith, he has shaved off his hair. To be precise, he is bald.

"Sir, please shut up!" The judge couldn't bear it anymore. She asked to go to sleep. According to standard Terran time, it was now three o'clock in the morning, but he was still chattering endlessly about where he wanted to go and how he wanted to spread the emperor. The emperor's will, and those long and smelly scriptures.

The Tribunal is already free from the control of the state religion, and is consistent with the unique existence of the Astartes and the Mechanicum. If ordinary nobles encountered such a situation, they would definitely not give up, but Lovlova would not tolerate it.

The pastor cleared his throat and started muttering in a low voice, "No, he didn't stop..."

Lovlova had no choice but to have a little bit of admiration for that guy from the outside. After all, she sung the praises of the Emperor on the boat for the trip he had bestowed upon her, she went into the house to extol the beauty of Ancient Terra, and emphasized that none of it was the Emperor's credit. The grace of the Emperor, the blessing of the Lord of mankind!

Lord, he speaks so many words in Gothic without stopping for a day. His ascetic-like nature makes people sigh and move, but the most fatal part is not there.

If we talk about ordinary nobles, they probably can't understand much. Those obscure scriptures are meaningless whispers if they are used to them. But for the judge, she can understand any sentence in them. .

But the biggest question in Judge Coco's head at this moment is, Emperor, why am I testing him like this?

After probably, at least what Folova felt, a few hours later (it wasn't that long, but it was too uncomfortable and made her feel confused) she finally fell into a deep sleep, either because the old man stopped thinking about it, or because she finally learned How to ignore things like that.

The pastor stopped praying at this moment, and mysteriously took out a dispatch letter from his chest. He asked to teach the lost sheep, telling them that the 11 tax should not stop, but he was not sure that was wrong. At least he was better than There I curled up and warmed myself by the fire, and I even preferred going to civilian ships to tell the pain to the citizens of the empire.

He prayed to determine whether the judge's heart was so firm. Secondly, he needed to reconfirm the mission details on the ship, and asked himself when he was so sleepy that he became unconscious.

Was he really going against the Emperor's will by collecting money from the Imperial Guard, loyalists of the War Heresy?

The fire crackled, and the only real thing in that virtual place was like this. Half asleep and half awake, the old priest saw in a trance, and saw the great citizens of the empire who were suffering in the east deck ship. Emperor, the silver sun shines upon him and guides him.

When he opened his eyes, the holographic projection had turned into a red sky. He was walking on the floor, thinking hard all night, but he shouted with great energy. "Emperor! He knows! There are those who need saving!"

The Inquisitor suddenly walked up, and his sleepy head was bombarded by sudden shouts. He felt that he had never been in such pain since he was hit on the head with an assault hammer by a heretic.

she asked cursingly. "What's wrong?"

The pastor pointed to the wooden floor and said. "Follow him and go to hell once."