Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The thick acid came with a disgusting aura, accurately and fatally splashing in front of the angel flying in mid-air. The feeling of death burst out from the Master Chief's body.

He almost instantly took out explosive bombs, fired at the acid, fired several times, and fired at the same time as the war brothers, barely managing to break through those deadly things before the biomass touched the Destruction Eagle.

But even so, the cannonballs that fell to the ground due to loss of power were still extremely deadly, and even if they just missed it, they would paralyze several Heretic engines.

"I can't believe it!" The Master Chief looked at the weapon on the ground as if it had been bombarded by melta at close range. The almost incomprehensible destructive power made the melta weapon transcend the limit of measurable power and become an extremely terrifying weapon.

He didn't dare to imagine what he would look like if he was hit, and the second round of demonic "spit" followed quickly. If he didn't want to die, he could give up his mobility. Even the heavy projectiles of the Hydra anti-aircraft tanks could not be locked. Those extremely fast flying Astartes.

But the governor's most ruthless child can use a biological brain comparable to a computer to lock in the craziest war situations. At the same time, the extremely costly body can be consumed, and the governor has prepared steel-like materials for his body. The equipment of the Throne operating system is the nerve connection for intubation in the back of the head.

When his body was close to each other, his consciousness communicated to each other, and the rage from the monster crawled in his mind, he felt that he was no longer a god.

But although that super heavy tank is certainly terrifying, it cannot change the war. No nuclear race will think that a super strong individual soldier can change the direction of the war, otherwise the Zerg will develop more powerful and crazy behemoths.

It has to be said that such investment to create normal war weapons is extremely cost-effective, but the control and mastery of technology has always been lacking in the empire.

It is also destined that the Governor will change the question of whether to have complete control and study the giant tank called Yug, which is feared by the citizens of the empire, instead of the samurai bug, which is more cost-effective and more capable in war.

If the genetic sage of that world, the Founding Governor, was born in the dark age of mankind, maybe his knowledge can contribute to the flourishing humanity, and maybe he can open up a new path for the imperial technology that is suffering from spiritual energy and subspace.

But there is a chaotic Warhammer Universe, a hopeless place. He is destined to be corrupted by Chaos and die without a burial place. So no matter what era, he is destined to be like this.

The Space Marines entered the enemy's armored forces like birds falling into the forest. Fearing the loss of physical strength, the Governor did not continue the attack, so he could turn the attack on the Imperial Guard troops first.

The war beast was surrounded by dozens of Lemanus and many pilgrim-like fanatics, and they believed that the Enlightened One, the Gene Sage, and the Red Pirate's Prophet could lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

But Ryan had just recovered from the continuous bombardment at school, and he had to face the continuous enemy attacks, so he was even more exhausted mentally and physically.

In the dark night, the reconnaissance team was unable to detect the enemy's position due to the confrontation between frontline soldiers, and the Destruction Eagle could not soar into the sky to report the situation. The enemy was moving, but the Imperial Guard could hold on. Without bunkers and defensive equipment, their temporary Trenches and war engines can be bombarded continuously with heavy firepower.

Can you not look eastward in the sky? In the thunder and lightning in summer, the clouds in the sky are getting denser and denser. At first they turn into thunder showers, and when they fall on the ground, the trenches and artillery pits instantly turn into mud soup, but the soldiers can't To live, you have to stay close to the inside.

Lemanus's shelling grazed the top of the Salamander command tank, and Ryan felt the raindrops falling on his body at school, watching the bustling lights in the distance move forward against the rain.

He directed the Partorian soldiers on the temporary front forward, so that they could rely on anti-tank leg mines to attack the Imperial main battle tanks. But fortunately, their steely will was under the cover of raindrops, and their poor vision and devastating enemies The destruction of the infantry allowed them to get closer to the enemy at a smaller cost (still losing several companies).

Throwing those heavy and a bit "fat" cluster anti-tank mines into the enemy's gun barrel, four people ran out of the tank's door as if ejected, and then the fire was all over the place. Riemann next to the tank Nuss was lifted open by the impact and lay on the ground, tightly wrapped in the mud.

Those drivers and crews who escaped were not spared. But despite the mercy of the Emperor, the soldier who risked his life to throw himself into the leg mine was disgraced, but because he pulled the lead, he was sure to run away after falling into the outside of the tank. Happy East is here.

But such a flesh-and-blood battle takes a long time. At least before the enemy's huge troops are exhausted, the air there will still be filled with a fatal feeling that even heavy rain can't eliminate. I wonder if it's because of the existence of subspace or the heat and steam of artillery fire. , the weather on the battlefield will always easily become bad.

The bigger and more cruel the war, the easier it is to do this. The armored troops of the empire twist their huge bodies forward. Under the cover of the Partoria Legion who is not afraid of death, tanks after tanks, the enemy's and the empire's, are intertwined. Shooting at each other, a line of death defense was spread out on the ruined plain.

Shooting, roaring, killing, bayonets, guns, tracks, military boots, a mess of things trampling on each other, monomolecular blades, melta, anti-tank leg mines, laser guns, main guns, human theory in all wars The equipment is all playing that tune.

Ironically, as if a decision was made in the dark, while the song was being played in the chaotic war museum, a monster that did not belong to history poked its head out.

Whether it is a painting of a person's twisted desire, some people may regard it as a work of art, while others may think it is extremely blasphemous. When the nightmare pokes its head out, someone who knows what it has done screams. "Yug is here!"

The hiss, like the sound of a poisonous snake, once again awakens the dormant genes of human beings in that dark universe, and the fear of being disgusted by those things.

That disgusting biological creation is awakening mankind's fastest fear. Like a poisonous snake, it spits out venom, and it is not a totem. The morale of the cultists has become extremely good, and those chaotic and filthy words have begun to spit out again, which is wrong with the emperor's words. The disrespect also angered loyal Guardsmen.

The meat grinding battle became more and more ferocious, filthy words were exchanged, and the swords and wars continued. Is it even possible that because of the same kind, they were much braver than when they were wrongly paid to the greenskins? They were brave for no reason, so much so that they could fight without bayonets. Engineer shovel, if there is no shovel, use fists and teeth.

Some people were fighting in the mud soup, some were avoiding the deadly breath of the poisonous dragon, but there were also people hiding in the chaos, looking forward to slaying the dragon.

After a few faint and inaudible clicks on the battlefield, the warrior of the Destruction Eagle shook his legs in the filthy bodily fluids. "Cleaned up." He put the rebel corpse in his legs, and then stuffed the guy who had replaced the double-headed eagle with an eight-pointed star into the advancing Lemanus' tracks.

Just like that, another overwhelming and unexpected crushing incident occurred. They were the murderous angels and were proficient in doing so.

If they want to become hunters, they will hunt the enemies of the empire as always, but this time the enemies will be bigger and much more ferocious.

They stalked the battlefield like hunters crawling through the forest, slowly approaching their prey as if the mud and carnage, artillery fire or anything else were no cover for them.

At dawn, the enemy attacked again, and the first shot was still fired by artillery. The enemy's artillery shells again rained down, but the artillery of the expeditionary force was very cool, allowing the rebel infantry to dazzle the advance of the artillery fire, which made the soldiers Fighting bloody battles in every chaotic trench (still being dug during the war, anyway, the thin, shallow trenches at the beginning had expanded to four in one morning).

Many people actually ignore the fact that the genetic sage is not a warrior in nature, and his body is by no means a transcendent existence. He specializes in arts. When fatigue and misjudgments caused by long-term combat command appear, the Imperial Guard is like the one from the beginning. He recovered from the sudden attack.

Under the sensitive command of the school, he tore open the defensive gap on the eastern front. If there was a shortage of troops caused by the Space Marines, Pan Lan's 1st Armored Regiment used the fastest speed to roll up the enemy's defense, outflanking both sides.

The Imperial Guard, who were already outnumbered, began to shrink like the fishing nets surrounding them.

Soon, the tide of battle began to turn, with methodical battleship bombardments tearing apart the traitor defenses, counterattacks by heavily armored regiments, and fire by methodical, well-trained Imperial Guard soldiers.

The storm has passed, and the muddy ground has slowed down the vehicle. At the same time, the reconnaissance team can finally report ground intelligence, allowing the fleet to accurately shoot the enemy from the void, while Partoria's soldiers directly step over those things with their flesh and blood. , and then exchange the melta, bombs, and anti-tank leg mines to the traitors who showed off their power before.

At the right time and place, with the right people, his Salamander tank also began to charge. When the first light spear fell on the enemy's core area, he held the saber on his leg. The destructive stance of the blade appeared with blue light, and he roared. With. "The time has come. All the major regiments and staffs of each team. The enemy is tired. If you attack them, you will deny the Emperor!"

"No Emperor!"

The two-month-long, magnificent stand finally sounded the prelude to the end. It was not as magnificent as usual, a song that made people's hearts beat, composed of sacrifice and artillery fire.

The guard team tore apart the enemy's front line, the cultists and rebels were killed by the loyalists, the powerful ship-based artillery continuously attacked the enemy, and the heavy armor company easily sent Lemanus to hell.

The essence is that the Governor lost when the Imperial Guard gained hearts, and when the Tau killed his body, he had already lost.

There was a dull pain in the back of the Governor's head at this moment, as if to remind him that I would have nothing if I left those bodies.

He didn't believe it, he didn't understand it, and he was integrating with his most satisfying work at the moment, but he didn't realize that the feelings of that war machine were affecting him instead.

Even if the machine soul of the Knight Titan is removed, it will bring extremely terrible consequences to the operator, and even change the personality. What's more, the monster that is actually alive was actually dead when the Governor inserted his head into it because of its combat effectiveness. .

The behemoth roared to resist one, two, or three Lemanus, even more Guard soldiers, and more shelling. The Imperial Guard's attack was intense, and the violent impact of the shells touched the Governor's nerves even more, making him He grew angry and numb.

When Salamander commanded the tank, Ryan came to him in the twilight. The dazzling light interfered with the giant beast's eyes, and the transmission was slow for a moment. Amidst the roar of the engine, the power sword was inserted into the terrifying giant beast. In the middle of his eyes, the heroic noble officer and the handsome man showed off the emperor's name, and the governor felt the sting on his forehead to the point of dizziness.

Such a heroic act frightened the cultists and inflated the morale of the Imperial Guard. They were not only afraid of the death of the behemoth, but also afraid of being judged, tortured, and transformed into slaves or servitors by the Empire.

Those fears and emotions that are now permeating the subspace are being expanded outside the body of the war monster that relies on the wisdom and wisdom of the Supreme Being. Yes, it seems to be able to sense spiritual energy. In other words, it is not as strong as human beings. Emotions.

It cannot be used, but those things are like stimulants that make it sober and furious. The giant beast keeps shaking its body. Ryan is surprised at the school. He tightly grasps its armor exoskeleton and feels that his legs and arms are so sore that he almost wants to die. broke, and as a result, he released his power saber.

"Emperor! Help him..." He couldn't help but muttered. Because of the strong shaking of the beast's body, the Imperial Guard soldiers who wanted to help could avoid it to avoid being crushed. Some people wanted to fire cannons to kill the enemy, but they were unable to do so. Avoid the situation at school.

Under difficult circumstances, someone suggested that by letting Ryan die in school, the Imperial Guard's establishment could select an alternate commander as quickly as possible. When the Sun Lord arrives, a new troop commander will appear.

In the most critical moment, they can be at the gunpoint and prepare shells. If they don't shoot, they will die from being crushed. If they shoot, they will die from "accidental fire". It's all good, but can they choose the lighter one...

The main gun was adjusted and aimed, and death followed like a shadow. But at the critical moment, the roar came, and the falcon swooped from the sky. No one knew how many brave and loyal deeds those space warriors had done, but countless people realized that things were about to turn around.

The Master Chief landed on the giant thing, grabbed the monster's exoskeleton with his legs, and took out the melta bomb. "I did a good job, Ryan is in school." That was the first time he called the young man's name. The proud Falcon recognized his partner, and the Partorians deserved their trust!

Said while walking around the school. "Thanks, angel."

Then the sergeant grabbed the schoolmaster by his legs, and then stuffed the melta bomb into the wound cut by the power saber. The jetpack sprayed, and after a low roar, there was a buzz. The crew outside the heavy tank looked very tanky. The entire core itself is melted into paste by heat.

The genius of the empire who was rare in that century (more cocoa) finally died. At this moment, the angels in the school embraced him and landed like the spokesman of God. The soldiers performed the aquila salute and the traitors knelt down and surrendered.

At this moment, like a victor, the school inserted his regimental flag into the war-stained land and shouted. "The Expeditionary Legion, Pangia sub-sector, and supply network have been established. They are now seeking to drive the Red Pirates out of their empire!"

"No Emperor!"