Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 336 The Giant Horn
The eyes of human cousins ​​poked out from the lightless corner of the dark land, a giant horn penetrated the chest of the complete gene stealer, and the chitin exoskeleton that the Tyranids were most proud of was like a brittle chip. The cracking tears were no different from the low-quality snacks distributed to Imperial Guard soldiers during the war. The exoskeleton fragments and blood followed the giant horn and flowed to the brown hair.

This behemoth raised its head, lifting the four-armed body that could tear apart the Terminator's armor in a narrow space. The monster's twisted body, its heavy breathing turned into a mist in the cold lower nest. He had no clothes, and his body was carved with There are terrifying traces of the eight-pointed star of chaos. His horns grow abnormally like thorns. He is two and a half meters tall, which is a head taller than the largest beastman known to most ordinary people.

It is a giant horn, and the emperor who rules many beasts is also a general. So far, the gods have not been stingy with its gifts. Its huge body and power that exceeds countless times of ordinary beastmen also express its specialness.

Unlike its cousins, which are considered inferior by ordinary people, its eyes look extremely intelligent. Although few beastmen can speak human language, it is one of them. That kind of intelligence allows it to avoid and understand those summons, and make its own way. Since the agreement they signed with the Purple Hand, serving the Lord of Change together has become the goal of this behemoth.

"My lord." It uttered human words, and its sideways brown pupils stared intently at the Imperial Guards speeding on the road. The loud sounds of the minced meat and explosive bombs were the flesh and blood of its offspring. At this moment, this monster's The emotion of "heartache" was clearly evident in his tone.

Its resentment stares at those Imperial people. To be precise, it naturally harbors hatred for its cousins, because the Empire exiled, expelled, and massacred them just because the Inquisition regarded them as the sons of Chaos, which is ironic. What is surprising is that Beastmen, as a human subspecies, have far greater Chaos resistance than their cousins. Many powerful Beastmen can be blessed by multiple gods and still not transform into Chaos Eggs and retain their personal will.

But just looking at this, they are indeed the children of Chaos. With such pampering, who else but the Space Marines designed by the Emperor himself can get them, especially so many mortals like you.

It's just that this monster gifted by the Lord of Change not only gained language, but also knowledge. Its thorny horn represents wisdom. The zealocorn, the favorite among beastmen, makes many Chaos believers intolerable. Live in jealous individuals.

And it also has selfish motives now. As the leader of the largest beastman tribe, it is the highest commander except for the man who sent out the psychic signal with the purple hand. But now this life-for-life strategy is quite clever. Although it suffered the death of its compatriots, it clearly understood the will expressed by the monster. As long as the beasts of other tribes died, its tribe and its children would get more living space at the bottom of this narrow nest city. , this is crucial.

The Beastmen have the same short-term running speed as vehicles. In its plan, the Beastmen ambush here in advance. When the Imperial Guard arrives, they rely on their dark vision and unobstructed view of the road to attack. Its plan Quite successful, at least judging from the current situation, the Imperial Guard spent a lot of energy dealing with those, its compatriots.

As the Empire often said, sacrifices always pay off. It looked at those deaths to estimate the strength of the Imperial Guard, and to wait for its own tribe to sort out relevant things.

Each beastman is part of the baggage. Their endurance and explosive power give them a considerable degree of off-road capability and carrying capacity. At the same time, in exchange for this, they have an extraordinary amount of ammunition carried by an individual soldier, and at the same time, with their Tolerance to various extreme environments, at this point, beastmen are born special forces. Although only those who are strong enough can be so, the weak and inferior characters are far less than any syllable of the strong byte, which can be counted in a number of 10 It is not difficult for a tribe of ten thousand people to find several thousand strong men.

The sound of vehicles is getting closer and closer, and the Imperial Guards are like thunder piercing the dead wood, impatient and irresistible, but most people know that when the thunder dissipates, the dead wood will be stumped, and at most it will be torn into two halves.

Those beastmen were like the fibers of dead wood, torn, burned, turned into charcoal, completely dead, the shredded flesh with howling, horns, and hooves, not worth mentioning in front of the most powerful elite force of the empire.

Some of the Astartes poked out of the Land Raider's hull, or out of narrow firing holes, but the more powerful in terms of firepower was the Hercules tracked vehicle, with all the massive baggage and soldier passengers on it. A sharpshooter with ample ammunition, his long-lasting explosive beam can burn and break the rough body of a beastman with one shot.

A few veterans on the car body fired the projectiles, the heat bounced back with the mechanism, and the trigger was pulled again, like an assembly line operation, taking away the lives of those who opposed the empire one by one.

one of them suddenly said. "Changing of the guard!" He left his position, retracted into the thin body of the tracked vehicle, took out a water bottle and a small bag of nuts from his pocket, dried fruits or peanuts full of calories and sugar, and swallowed them with water to restore his strength.

There are three or four such soldiers, and they are no different from cargo in this sweat-smelling truck, but those veterans will not complain, they have experienced worse, worse.

So much so that they were still interested in joking, and the veteran swallowed his food and cursed. "Those beasts want to use their bodies to consume all the ammunition? Don't they know that laser guns and deflagration guns can use common sources of power, such as electricity or plasma charging?"

"As long as an array generator is found, those losses will be repaid with profits. In the end, they only wasted their own lives and gave them to their gods!"

The soldier next to him biting the dried meat said. "No, Old Qiao, at least in the battlefields that I think and have seen, such as Fraxia, the former Tau world, there is also such a situation in the battles of those gene stealers. After all, it is probably not the case for them to do this. For victory, but to achieve some tactical goal, I believe that no race in this universe is a fuel-efficient lamp, even those beasts are about the same." The veteran was very pessimistic. The fourth Skadi regiment basically knew each other, he His attitude has changed. As for his vigilance, it probably has nothing to do with normal fighting.

Because as they said, before the huge equipment gap and level difference between the Imperial Guard and the Beastmen, all the losses caused during this period can only be fully compensated by a high-power generator and a relatively safe camp. .Looking at it this way, it is far from being difficult for those beasts. At most, it is about the same level as heavy rain in the ordinary world.

But when the veteran named Joe raised his gun again and returned to his post, he fired again and again, accurately and with a hint of fear. He tried his best to get rid of the gossip of his comrades, but he was using his gun to smash a beast. Behind his head, he saw a ray of light in the ruins of the lair that was originally full of gene stealers. It was the reflection of car lights. There was probably something similar to lenses or metal in it, but he was attracted by that light. instinct.

"Damn, that room, 6 o'clock direction, that ruins!" His words caused others to look and then shoot wildly, because when encountering doubtful targets on the battlefield, the detonation beam with strong penetrating performance is very effective. To a considerable extent, most temporary bunkers are unable to withstand the intensive firepower of deflagration beams that can penetrate adamantite, unless they are heavy sandbags or thick earth mixed with anti-beam coating.

Obviously, those ruin-like houses were not among them. After just a few tenths of a second, the beam completely burned the entire house, leaving a ruin. However, there were no screams, no enemies appeared, only a few tattered metal fragments and quilts. Completely charred through holes.

"What, there are no enemies?" After the veteran sighed, the convoy continued to move forward. Among the dilapidated ruins, those metal fragments were not daily items, but huge breastplates, makeshift weapons for several dying giant-horned beastmen. Breastplate.

They were breathing heavily and blood was flowing from their mouths. After they realized that they had been discovered, they changed their ambush posture and switched to a concealed posture. At the same time, the laser fell and their bodies were penetrated, but even so, they did not cry out. , enduring the pain and the deaths of their comrades, watching the Imperial Guard vehicles passing by them with resentment and murder in their eyes.

Facts have proved that the instincts of the Imperial Guard veterans were correct. They were so familiar with the resentment of heretics and aliens towards humans that they could easily feel the smell of those monsters. However, they underestimated the endurance of those monsters. They felt that those noble Emotions, such as sacrifice, are only possessed by humans, but for their sake, the beastmen, as their cousins, are actually not bad at this aspect...

arrogant?It’s hard to say. After all, beastmen are too confusing as human cousins. They speak different words, are emotional, and look similar to beast monsters. It’s hard for people to associate them with intelligence. It’s just that the situation is probably different from reality. Those things are very smart. , exceptionally intelligent, and driven by the emotions and chaos that vindictiveness and resentment drive their cousins, the responsible Beastmen are no worse in willpower than the Emperor's elite.

It was the same resentment that drove those Beastmen to attack the Imperial Guard. Those elites who were selected and indoctrinated with the history of humans and Beastmen fully understood the contradictions of the race. Nothing is purer than such resentment. When they realize why they want to Living in the dark underground, when they knew why they were hungry, why they wanted to eat their brothers and sisters, and why they wanted to live as warriors, their hatred reached its limit.

They want to eat their cousins, kill them, and abuse them, thus expressing their loyalty and their hatred for the Emperor, but they do not know that their leader, their master, is an alliance with humans, and now their Sacrifice is not so that your race can climb to the top, nor is it so that they can return to the star sea. They are just one of the many defenses of the Purple Hand, one of the many means to protect their rights.

This dark universe is not only cruel to humans, it is also naturally malicious to all races except the gods, especially the creatures that are still intelligent. This is true for humans, demi-humans, and many other races.

After the Imperial Guard crossed the cordon, the Beastmen's attack suddenly stopped. Most officers believed that this meant they gave up. After all, a rough estimate is that the Imperial Guard has killed tens of thousands of Beastmen from the beginning to now. If those tribal lords still had a sense of compassion, their attacks would probably not stop for a moment.

But they didn't expect that what the Beastmen wanted was this idea. From the moment the Imperial Guard relaxed, they had underestimated the resilience and madness of the Beastmen race. They were devoted to Chaos, and at the same time bloodthirsty and hated humans. They judged themselves The Court banished them, and the miracles of the Emperor's faith no longer manifested themselves in them, and the power of Chaos became the only salvation for those poor races.

At this moment, they are willing to sacrifice everything for their Lord of Change. The beastmen use the flesh and blood of their countless brothers and sisters as cover to attract most of the troops of the gene stealers. They rush here and clean up the corpses of their own enemies. , creating this spreading network of encirclement...

The second lieutenant had no idea about this matter. He just looked at the genestealer sentry tower in the distance. This was the exit. As long as they left this sentry tower, they would leave the main road of the lower nest and follow the guidance of the wild snake to reach the main road. Nest, the Imperial Guard will also confront the enemy head-on. As for the chaos here, he just wants to find a way to clean it up after the war is over.

The second lieutenant looked at the sentry tower in the distance getting closer and closer, and the urgency and emotion in his heart became more and more uncontrollable. However, he saw that the dilapidated tower-like building suddenly closed the heavy iron fence. Those things only took a while for the Imperial Guard. You can use hot melt to force it and dissolve it. The question is why is it closed?
The wild snake realized something was wrong and immediately shouted through the communicator. "Master of the Nest, Master of the Nest! Do you want to take advantage of others?"

But the person who answered him was not the father of the gene stealers, but a strange, magnetic, rough but rational voice.

"Wild Snake, I have been famous for a long time. Your organization is also quite famous in Xia'an, and next to you should be the famous Commander of the [-]th Infantry Regiment of Skadi and the Sergeant Major of the [-]th Company of Destruction Eagles. Oh my God, there are so many legends in front of me. As our Lord said, as long as you serve faithfully, the sea of ​​stars may seem like the horizon, but actually it is right in front of you." Its words were slow and rational, but suddenly the topic changed.

"Now, I want to know how sweet your flesh and blood is and how delicious it is. Gentlemen and strong men, come and let the war begin! In the name of the horned beast! I am the king of the horned beast!"

(End of this chapter)