Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The hammer's knocking sound was accompanied by flying sparks. The steel was gradually flattened under the hammer's beating and merged into the uneven surface.

The engineer of the Astra Militarum wiped the sweat from his head. He was only wearing a tattered T-shirt, which was already soaked with sweat. He had built many projects in his life, but this was the first time, and it was the one he was most reluctant to do.

The engineer looked back, standing on the iron frame and looking at the wide space under the tall support below. The steel ground was completely spliced ​​with various metals, just like the wall behind him. You can find almost all the known metal parts here, the steel plates of the building, the skirts of Leman Russ, and the hatches directly copied from Chimera, etc.

They were roughly welded together, connected to each other with molten iron as rivets, and finally became the wide space today in the spray of hammers and welding sparks.

The engineer looked down and saw that the ground below was very uneven. After all, the parts used to build them were not modular and standardized like those in the Mechanicus factory. Instead, they were pieced together from objects that were very different from each other from all corners. Of course, this was nothing for the greenskins, as they were big and had wide feet and could walk there as if they were walking on flat ground.

But it was not the case for the human slaves here. The engineer stood on a high place and watched a Star Army slave carrying a steel bar tripped by the rugged terrain on the ground. The one-armed old man behind him who was carrying the steel bar with him could not catch the huge creation, so he could only let it fall to the ground.

The low and loud sound of metal collision echoed in the hall, and everyone around looked over in an instant. The hammering and the hissing of the welding gun all disappeared, and only the whipping sound of the orc supervisor and the subsequent screams echoed under the empty dome.

The greenskin supervisor raised his head. In front of him was a slave worker who was beaten to pieces. The engineer looked at him lying on the ground motionless, probably dead. The greenskin's face with several fangs protruding turned away, not caring about the slave worker who had stopped breathing behind him, but walked straight through the hall and came to the man who fell to the ground.

"Stand up." The greenskin roared and whipped him on the back. The clothes there were instantly torn under the whip, and blood spurted out from under the skin. The slave who just wanted to stand up fell to the ground again.

"I said stand up, otherwise you will be useless." The greenskin roared and whipped him again, this time hitting the slave's arm, making a deep cut on his forearm that could see the bone instantly. The greenskin was so strong that a few whips in a row had already made him dying.

Everyone around turned their heads to look over there. The engineer noticed the Astarte. He was standing on a metal plateau nearby, carrying a thick metal bar. He stopped as he walked down the hillside, frowning in that direction. Like the others around him, he had anger on his face, but no one dared to stop him.

They had no weapons. The only weapons they had were their fists, hammers and screwdrivers in their hands. On the steel ground below them were greenskins wearing armor forged from scrap iron and holding guns of astonishing caliber. A long bayonet was welded under each gun.

A few slaves wanted to help, but they were driven back by a greenskin just after they took a few steps. He roared and strode forward with his gun. His huge body forced several people back to their original positions. The greenskin stared at them and raised the bayonet-cast gun in his hand. The blade flashed coldly under the light.

"Stand up! This is your last chance." The greenskin overseer yelled, staring at the struggling man on the ground. He used his only remaining hand to support the ground and struggled to stand up, but failed weakly. He fell back to the ground and breathed weakly.

"That's good, you chose it yourself." The greenskin threw away the whip and pulled out a machete from his waist. The blade was as big as his body. The whole knife was made of steel plates removed from the turret armor of a main battle tank. The Empire's Sky Eagle was melted on it and solidified into some strange shape.

The greenskin raised the sharp blade and chopped it down at the slave worker on the ground with a flash of cold light. He was almost killed instantly, and the engineer almost saw blood spurting out from his broken skull, but all this did not happen in the end. The orc retreated after a scream.

The engineer saw the one-armed old man. He stepped forward and punched the greenskin on the knee with his only fist. His upper body was covered with armor, but his lower body was not. He only had a pair of canvas pants with many whipping tools hanging on them.

Although the greenskins were burly and huge, their skeletal structure was similar to that of humans. There was a gap between their knees and the gap between their leg bones, and there were also fragile leg reflex nerves hidden there like humans. The one-armed old man punched it, causing the greenskin to roar and retreat repeatedly.

He suddenly hit a towering steel bar backwards. After the thing was knocked down, the support above it fell down, and many pedals and tool boxes fell on the supervisor, burying him underneath. The engineer saw that the beam next to him that had not been welded was also affected and fell down.

The supervisor raised his head and looked at the beam falling from above. His head was smashed in an instant. His green head was broken and fell to the ground. The brains flowed out from it and flowed along the rugged ground to the one-armed old man. He looked at the blood and then heard the sound of guns around him.

When the rough weapons of the greenskins were in action, the parts in the gaps collided with each other and made a sound. The old man looked at them. The greenskins around him were all aimed at him. A tall greenskin in the team pulled out a heavy sword from behind. The blade hit the ground and was then dragged over by him.

Sparks sprayed from the sword. The old man frowned and clenched his fists as he looked at him. The huge greenskin came over and the blade rubbed sparks under his body. He walked towards the old man.

"Stop, the cannon hole is mine." A heavy roar like the biggest beast king in the herd echoed under the dome. The greenskin stopped and looked at the owner of the voice with all the greenskins behind him. He was walking from not far away, and the distance was quickly shortened under his wide footsteps.

He was like a giant. The engineer had repaired many Titans. He had also gone to the Forge World for further studies and had seen those Titans that had been built. When he came, the engineer almost mistook him for a Titan.

He was too huge, six meters tall, and even bigger after wearing a huge armor. His head was hidden behind a circle of iron rings, and behind his head was a huge raised metal totem. The spikes on it were full of skulls of various trophies, the most conspicuous of which was the head of a huge Tyranid tyrant.

It hung above the head of the green-skinned giant. The flesh and blood had long disappeared, leaving only the sharp fangs in the skeleton still roaring. Its spine was also preserved, hanging down along his heavy armored back, swaying left and right with the amplitude of the ground above a tattered scarlet battle robe.

The red cape was like a huge banner, hanging from behind him, covering the indescribably huge armor. It covered the whole body of the green-skinned giant. When he walked, it shook the earth like a Titan. His huge power claws fell beside him, and the double-crown explosives on the back of his hands swayed with the back of his hands, shaking the bullet chain hanging beside him.

He walked in front of the old man, blocking his entire vision like a magnificent mountain. A shadow fell on the old man, shrouding him and everything around him in darkness. At the other end of the darkness, behind the iron ring flashed a scarlet single eye.

"Last time I caught you, you became my slave, and this time you are still my slave." He spoke dully, and the roar came from behind the huge fangs. The old man looked at him with a frown without any fear, "You dodged last time, so I couldn't kill you." "And now you see me, what do you want to do? With your current appearance?" The beast pointed its claws at the old man's chest, and the huge claws cut a long cut on his chest, blood flowed from it, but the old man did not move. The orc raised his head to look at his resolute eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of steel, just like the armor worn by the greenskin. He growled and put down his claws, "Give him a weapon, I won't fight with unarmed people." He said and walked away. The greenskin carrying a giant sword came over and pulled out a short knife from his waist and threw it in front of the old man. The latter looked at the knife on the ground, and the huge greenskin stopped a few steps away. He turned his back to the old man and growled, "Pick it up, Yarik, you want to end it? Then now is your turn. I'm here, no one will interfere with our fight. "

He turned around, his huge fangs opened in his mouth, and his power claws suddenly raised and pointed at the old man, "It's just you and me, let Brother Gomao see who is the strongest one."

Yarrick looked at the dagger on the ground, picked it up after a moment of silence, held it in his hand and looked at the blade, then raised his head and pointed it at the huge orc in front of him. The latter roared and raised his head, then strode towards Yarick, who also rushed forward with one arm holding the dagger.

The two approached quickly, and the orc's power claws slashed on the ground. Yarick flew to avoid and rolled under the giant claws, and stabbed the green giant's thighs in the armor gap. The green giant roared and grabbed the claws horizontally from the ground, and the giant claws grabbed a piece of flying steel debris on the ground.

Yarik raised his knife to block, but the power claw hit the knife and knocked Yarik out. He flew backwards to the wall, stopped with his legs on the wall, and then landed with the blade spinning backwards, holding the knife in his backhand.

The green-skinned giant rushed over, his footsteps like a rumbling chariot, and stabbed Yarik with a claw. Although the latter was old, he had amazing reaction power in the blink of an eye. He dodged sideways, passed through the gap between the claw blades of the power claw, and jumped up when he got close to the end of the claw.

He jumped on the back of the green-skinned giant's hand and stabbed him in the face. The short knife pierced through the iron ring and hit his face. A scarlet wound bloomed on his face, but then suddenly the green skin grabbed Yarik, threw him against the wall, and then smashed him to the ground.

The engineer shuddered all over when he heard the huge crash. An ordinary man would have probably died from that blow, but not Yarik. However, he was not much better off. He had only one hand and couldn't fight back at all. He was thrown to the ground. As soon as he stood up, the greenskin walked over and punched Yarik in the face, followed by the second punch in the abdomen, and the third punch in the chest.

The power of the green skin shook the world. The wall Yarrick was leaning against roared, and the metal screamed. Astartes frowned and held the steel bar like a sword. He jumped down from the high place. He strode forward, but was blocked by several greenskins. They pointed their guns at Astartes, forcing him to stop. He cursed in a low voice and looked in the direction behind the orcs.

The green-skinned giant kept hitting Yarick hard, and the wound on his face spurted blood. The blood flowed on the ground, but more of it came from Yarick. The green-skinned punch hit him in the face. On the chin, Yarek suddenly raised his head, then took the short knife from his hand, stabbed Yarek's abdomen with the knife, and came out from his back.

Yarick spit out blood, but his head was grabbed by the green giant. His blood did not fall to the ground, but was thrown away by the green giant along with him. Yarick flew several meters and then landed on the ground. On the ground, he rolled over and lay on the ground, looking at the dome in the sky with blurry blood foam at the corners of his mouth.

There is a statue of the emperor that is welded into the steel of the ceiling. He seems to be restrained, with his hands, feet and most of his body integrated into the steel. Only one face is still outside, vertically facing Yarick from a height. Looking at each other, Yarick looked into those golden eyes, and his eyes had dimmed.

The green giant looked at him and wiped the wound on his face. He growled and looked at Yarick, who was lying on the ground motionless, "Finish him, he is not worthy of me and let me do it myself."

After saying that, the green-skinned giant left. His back was very lonely when he left. After he left quickly, the green-skinned giant holding the giant sword behind him spat and walked up. He walked up to Yarick and raised the giant sword. Jian, "What a pity. We originally wanted to see a big battle, but you disappointed us and Big Bone Man."

"Did I disappoint you?" Yarick's lips trembled and said, "Yes, you let us down." "Did I disappoint you?" "Are you confused? That's all, you are fast anyway. died."

The greenskin said, raising the giant sword in his hand and pointing it at Yarick's neck, "I'll give you a ride." Yarick looked at the flickering blade, but his eyes were not looking at it, but looking past it. In the past, looking at the emperor's icon at the top, Yarick's eyes gradually became hazy, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the last light in his eyes disappeared.

"Emperor, I am finally coming to see you." "No, your journey is not over yet, Jarek of Armageddon." The voice said, and suddenly the eyes of the golden statue of the Emperor burst into light, and that The light illuminated the haze in front of Yarick's eyes, and his eyes flashed instantly.

Yarick opened his eyes wide, and suddenly felt that the blood flowing out from the wound where he was pierced contained a warm power. The blood flowing out flowed back from the ground, from Yarick's Return to the body between wounds.

"Stand up! My champion! Stand up!" the emperor's golden statue roared, and golden light accompanied those words into Yarik's mind.

"For the Emperor!" Yarick shouted, grabbing the short knife on his abdomen, and he pulled it out suddenly. The blade was pulled out from the blood. The blood solidified on the blade, and instantly connected into a flash of light. With endless rays of light, the blade turned into a flashing lightsaber!

It is no longer a short sword, but a sword solidified by golden blood. At the end of the blade, an eye instantly opens in the light, and a pair of reverse wings spray out from behind.

The green-skinned giant sword slashed down, and Yarik swung his sword upward. The lightsaber and the giant sword collided with each other. In the blink of an eye, the giant sword was cut off. The lightsaber whizzed upwards from the green-skinned throat. pass through.

There was no blood, no screams. The head suddenly fell to the ground, and the remains of the severed giant sword also hit the side. Sparks erupted from the steel ground, and the flickering flames illuminated the man who stood up. He stood holding the lightsaber. Standing up, his whole body was lit up by the light in front of him.

Everyone around, the greenskins and slaves looked at him with wide eyes. Brother Astartes took a step forward and looked at Yarik who stood up slowly, "The Emperor is here. He is done."

"Living saint." A slave worker on the side finished for him. They watched Yarick stand up straight. Countless rays of light flashed from the wound in his abdomen. Those rays of light shot out from it and turned into several strips of light. They circled around Yarick's body and flashed instantly after gathering behind his head. A shining halo broke out from the light.

Yarick raised his head and raised the lightsaber in his hand with a gleam in his eyes. He pointed to the sky. Suddenly, the earth shook and the earth shook. Huge vibrations reverberated on the ground, causing the greenskins to fall to the ground. On the ground, Astartes stood firmly. He looked around at the violently shaking world and the falling supports.

"What is that? The Emperor?" "No, it's his army. Vito and the others are coming."

"For the Emperor!" Yarrick shouted, raising his lightsaber high, and he roared with a golden light emanating from the falling supports around him, and his light engulfed everything around him.

"For the Emperor!" The same cry sounded on the Infinite Frontier, and the same golden light lit up in a pair of dark gun barrels, and they broke through the darkness and shot into the distance.