Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 291 The Holy Lasher

Imagine your limbs being removed and replaced with electric whips and cutting claws, eyes drilled out of your skull and set in stained glass, hearts and other organs adorned with stimulant injectors and nerve glands.Afterwards, be proud of your new body, your remaining thoughts will be completely used by the empire, just a word from me, and you will willingly go to hell, and experience a very long death as a violent living machine.

——————Milia, head of the Sisters of the Martyrdom Sisters

Loyalty is the most rare treasure in this dark universe, and there is no one. No matter at any time, at any time, loyal friends are always better than millions of enemies. When people who fulfill the emperor's will come in groups , then the enemies of the empire will be cowardly and fearful.

The reality is often different. The empire is divided and divided, from selfish high lords to the lowest level of ordinary people, from the head of the house to the smallest clerk, how great and huge this galaxy empire is, and there are more and more betrayals in it. frequently.

People tried their best to avoid it, using a variety of cumbersome or complicated means, but in the end, such behaviors still did not stop. There are as many loyal people as there are traitors in the dark universe, because loyalty is always and only for one person, or is a group.

The Bordeaux's sophisticated instruments received a signal of goodwill from the Empire, and although the expression was old, it was taken for granted in this place.

Is it a conspiracy or a real friend? The sound of short breathing appeared on the bridge. Because it was too quiet, no one could judge whether the signal that appeared at this juncture was a friend or an enemy. Although Lord Skadi is here, uniting the army and singing Victory, they also believe that they can win.

I don't know when those hesitant sailors looked at the lord. In this battlefield where outsiders must never be trusted, they finally chose to trust the king of Skadi.

Alan Bayer was very interested. Compared with the nightmarish battlefields he had experienced, this place was just a place for children to play, and he nodded generously. "Accept the signal, why, can he use a communication to destroy the entire machine soul? If he can, he has already ruled this area, why is he some kind of baron, duke, grand duke and count?"

His words are accurate and true, no one would be willing to be someone else's shield, blood vessel, unless they are one, but even then they would desire to move, not be bound from generation to generation, like a servant.

If there is really strong power, then they will not use it to deal with Alan Bair, but will instead open fire on the current owner of the roaming port, Bendertal.

The thoughts of those wild dogs that are about to move are fully interpreted, which is why the Lord of Skadi dares to challenge those people. Even if they are entrenched, they will not be opponents of lions, not to mention that the imperial guards are not animals. The Hammer of the Empire, they are the weapons of the largest and oldest civilization of mankind, they are just violent weapons forged by the civilization called the Empire, and as long as human weapons are used properly, they can win countless claws.

This vicious hammer will disembowel those wild dogs and wolves, smashing their brains, so his greed and fragility, but the communication is up, and the phantoms that appear and projected on the illusory dark green screen are buzzing Appearing in the sound of the rattling machine, it is vague and very real. In the subconscious compensation of the human eye, the virtual holographic projection of the empire can achieve a very strange sense of reality, which is not available in the holographic projection of the Tau race.

Therefore, when Alan Bayer saw the strangely dressed nobleman, he subconsciously felt the crazy aura of faith and the admiration he had, and the powerful person spoke. "I, Maglon, the Loyalist, hereby pay homage to the great Lord of Skadi, my lord who serves the Emperor, what are you doing here, can we help?"

Alan Baier subconsciously found it interesting. When such a situation was defeated in front of him, this person hadn't realized that he had done those things, but seeing the crazy style of belief, he also guessed it. This person knew , but he doesn't care.

"As a loyal person, why did you come here?" Alan Bayer answered the question with a question, which seemed impolite, but the pious man answered quickly. "My lord, the baron here maliciously hoards food to make the people miserable. As a follower of the emperor, I need to punish those who make the emperor's people miserable."

Alan Baier replied. "Then you can punish me. I approved and executed the bad things here. I also executed the baron here. If you insist on your behavior, then..." Before he finished speaking, he wrapped his head in a white cloth The loyal man hit it with the wounded place until the cloth was wet with blood, his cheeks were bright red, and he looked weird in the green-only holographic projection.

He gasped and answered. "The God Emperor's voters can't make mistakes, so there is only one possibility! Fire? Fire!"

the captain shouted. "Defend against shelling, get ready!" Alan Bayer shook his head. "His macro cannon is not aimed at us, but!"

The cannon lights flickered, and in the lightning fire, they all shot, the heavy shells smashed into the fine gold, then cracked, and then twisted, and the high-explosive ammunition roared, an old antique that had been serving human civilization since the era of strife was instantly destroyed. Completely torn apart, and because of the death of the diplomat, such an attack was not even realized that the vulnerable side of the ship was completely pierced.

Death, electromagnetism, explosion, metal and debris split in the void. The entire Galaxy-class combat cargo ship on the right side of the Karak-class was completely penetrated by the macro cannon. The one on the left was slightly lucky, but almost half of it was penetrated, and the entire hull was in tatters. rotten.

And such an action almost represents a bad break and betrayal, an extremely bad thing, this thing will make his reputation no longer trustworthy, but he still does not hesitate to choose to fall to the empire like a fall That side is like his bottomless crazy belief.

The two Galaxy-class metal ships were pushed outward by the explosive force, and the broken metal residues flew slowly to the other side. Their propellers were already paralyzed. If there was no rescue team, the shooting just now would have killed About [-] lives, and only such a crazy goal is just to hand out his invitation letter to Alan Bair, telling him about his loyalty to the emperor...

What did he take his life for?Can such a thing be done for faith?But this kind of behavior is very effective, quite effective, there is nothing more pleasant to surrender than to severely injure one's companions. After a few short breaths, in the burning void, the master on Bordello, Alan Baier Looking at the pious lunatic, I realized that this war must not be lonely.

"Magron, you've done a good job, but the enemy's main ship is still there, and the battleship that came with you has become an obstacle for you to express your loyalty, hasn't it?"

In the holographic projection, Maglon's blood soaked his entire face, as if runes and scriptures were written on his face, his expression was horribly distorted. He just nodded and said when he heard Alan Bayer's words. "Yes, my lord, the Emperor blesses us, so." "Let the loyal troops go, let my lashers go!"

Flogger, this word is intimidating, especially for those who already know about it. At this moment, even the most loyal believers can't help but show an expression of reluctance to this choice, but no one has any resistance to this decision. Otherwise they know exactly what the consequences will be.

Soon, several bombs loaded with something were launched from the ship's cabin from the huge transport ship at an extremely fast speed, while bypassing the complex close-in artillery battle, but finally a few unlucky ones were hit and turned into endless void An inconspicuous piece of the cannonball pyrotechnics.

In the end, only two fell into the enemy ship, one was stuck in the rear cabin, and the other was forward, and the transport ship quickly stretched out the fuser from the mechanism, cutting the thick hull, but unlike normal jumping troops, Its cutting is quite wild, to be precise, it is desperate, the hull is not fitted, the air is constantly flowing out, and there are no safety requirements required for normal dancing.

Such questions also appeared in the minds of the defensive troops. Those well-dressed naval soldiers held various large-caliber melee firearms, and used heavy metal jumping shields as cover, shotguns, submachine guns, ancient and reliable designs.

The guards here are wearing black military uniforms, tall and slim, and the officers are wearing military caps with protruding peaks, which look like black berets as a whole, but it can be seen that they are designed for the purpose of conspicuousness.

Except for their upper body clothes and military uniforms, they basically have nothing in common. Some have shorts and some have long trousers, some are slim and some are loose. If you have to say that they have something in common, it is probably that the lord's family crest is inlaid on the heart of their chests.

The officer raised his revolver and pointed his gun at the place where the transport plane was cutting. The sizzling noise with the increasingly bright red metal told everyone that they were coming.

He was talking. "Magron betrayed us, damn it, those crazy beliefs are simply unreasonable, did you see the end of the two Galaxy-class warships that were suddenly attacked by them?! That is the consequence of our failure!"

"If you still want to see your wives and children, your parents and your family, shoot! Shoot those orange bastards!" His words echoed in the silent ship cabin. They used their bodies, shields, and guns, consisting of about 200 people. In order to block the entire entrance array, they wanted to survive. Although they defeated the invasion here and faced the regular army of the Imperial Guard, they had no choice but to shoot.

Amidst the trembling movements of the recruits, the wall was melted bit by bit, and finally, the dark log-in hatch appeared. With the mechanical structure and the piston working together, the hatch slowly opened.

shouted the officer at the same time. "Fire!"

Roaring, roaring, guns bursting out, flashes of fire, projectiles, and fragments shooting out in all directions, countless guns cooperated to create a dense barrage, but there was something under such firepower, something was resisting the shooting and moving forward.

"My God, the Emperor, what is this?!" The shield-holding hand gradually saw clearly that it was a long black whip, like horniness, or hair, which formed a long sharp claw in a complicated way, and then a Something complicated landed on his shield, the whip went around the shield and touched his arm, and for the first time his mind saw what was attacking him.

He wears a metal hat, or his head is all metal, connected to the long potion tank behind his back, like a diver diving deep, the potion is his oxygen, but he is completely naked, chest, thigh , studded with bullets, he is definitely not a superman because the blood flowed out along the muscles that were tensed by the medicine, but he did not die, because it was the medicine that urged him to kill!
Drooling, teeth bared, this is a mad beast, and when the whip crackled and the shield hand was bewildered, he met the glass eyes of the monster, and he yelled. "Electric whip!" But the flickering whip had already told him what pain is, and almost instantly, his flesh and blood were turned out, his skin was ripped apart, almost cooked by high temperature, and he fell to the ground.

Those whippers are like shield-breaking machines, crazy, crazy killing, smashing, cutting, whipping, all the tactics you can imagine are torn apart by the most primitive force, screams and fear spread throughout the ship.

When the officer aimed at the head of a Lasher servitor from behind the crowd and shot tremblingly, the revolver lodged in his head, smashing the central unit that controlled him, and the monster fell slowly. He just wanted to cheer about those The words that the monster could kill were completely split from the middle of the body by a long tearing claw.

Death, blood, madness, these are the whippers, and the death penalty imposed by the empire will also be divided into three, six, or nine grades. The punishment of the flagellants is for those criminals who have sinned deeply but not hard to return. These people still have redemption hope, but Flogger requires certain technology resources, so it is only suitable for prisoners in more civilized worlds.

However, Maglon doesn't think this kind of transformation is a punishment, because whipping machine servants will be in a dormant state, and the only consciousness in their brains will be soaked in various hymns and icons, and such treatment is in In his eyes, it is the greatest honor and gift, yes...

The monsters here are all built by Magroon's best soldiers. They are stronger than normal whippers, and their potions are more powerful. Their strong bodies allow them to endure more and more powerful stimulants, and make far more powerful stimulants than ordinary whippers. The ability of prisoners to transform their bodies.

When the monsters slaughtered this place and gave them the order to clear it up early, the monsters began to fulfill their responsibilities. They knelt down on one knee abnormally, held the skull necklace on their chests with their highly modified palms, and spoke with a hoarse voice. The voice sings a hymn of defeating enemies in a low voice, which makes people's hair stand on end...

They did not remove the lobotomy, they are all real living people, but they replaced the spine with metal, and the medicine injected pain, and regarded it as honor and comfort. When the madness brought by the medicine dissipated, such crazy monsters looked like the highest Priest of Shang, praise the miracles of the Emperor...

Extremely ironic.

　The last chapter was a bit deleted, I did not notify, the starting point is traditional, it has been changed.

　　
　
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