Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

A violent explosion flashed in the sky. In the violent explosion, a large piece of metal support fell down. They hit the ground like a falling steel dragon, and suddenly a chaotic smoke rose around.

Shouts and killing echoed in the fog. A greenskin wearing red shoulder armor with white and black checkered patterns on it fired fiercely at the surroundings. The flashing gunfire penetrated the surrounding smoke. He roared and made a roar as deafening as his gun muzzle. The bullet broke through the smoke and hit a flying spark around.

In the surrounding smoke, many figures intertwined together. They wrestled with each other. Among them, the burly greenskins were overwhelmed by dozens or even dozens of smaller figures.

Shouts and killing echoed around, as if the whole world was speaking. The greenskin in red armor fired at the surrounding chaos. He roared and smashed the figures in the surrounding smoke.

Suddenly, a burly shadow rushed over from behind him. The greenskin thought it was one of his own at first, but when he turned around, he saw an arm covered with black spikes, and an iron fist was tattooed on the back of his hand.

The arm swung a bent steel bar and hit the greenskin's face from the smoke. The protruding fangs were all broken neatly in an instant, and the whole head bounced down like jelly, and then the whole head turned into a water bag restrained under the leather bag and fell down.

The wielding giant holding the steel bar stood in front of his corpse. He was a human, an angel, and the olive iron fist symbol on his shoulder silently told his identity.

Another burly green figure rushed over, holding a broad knife in his hand and rushing out of the smoke. Eisenstein Batalov turned around, holding the steel bar and facing the enemy, "For the Lord of Dorne and Terra!" He roared, but before he could do anything, the green head fell off, and the burly body fell to the ground like a collapsed building. Behind the body, a figure came over, emitting golden light in the mist, and the holy sword in his hand was like a dazzling sun, rising in the hazy darkness. "Commissar Yarik." Eisenstein bowed to the man, not only to an imperial hero, but also to a living saint, a champion of the emperor. Yarik is very different now, his eyes are shining, the wound on his abdomen has not healed and no blood is flowing, but like a door to another world, a stream of holy breath is released from it, as if he himself has become a container of that power. He came with the holy sword in hand and killed the greenskin who rushed over. The greenskin's body collapsed and split in half from the shoulder in the blink of an eye.

Eisenstein looked at him, and then turned to the messy scene around him. The steel collapsed everywhere, killing all the greenskin supervisors, and some Astra Militarum were buried underneath.

"What should we do now?" "We still have enough people." "Enough for what?" "To be loyal to the Emperor."

Eisenstein looked at Yarik, who walked up to a high ground piled up with metal brackets. He stood there holding the holy sword, and the human slaves on the surrounding steel ruins looked at him.

Eisenstein also stood aside, holding the steel frame behind Yarik, standing like a guard holding a spear behind the Emperor.

"I give you an order. I order you to die, die for the Emperor." Yarik said slowly, looking around at everyone below, "You will not leave alive, but die like a coward or like a hero. When you die, you can walk before the Emperor and tell him with your head held high that I died generously in your name."

Eisenstein clenched the steel bar in his hand. He held it with both hands and held his head high. In the golden light, he was like the angel behind the messenger of God in the scroll of the Book of Revelation, holding a sharp spear. At this moment, it seemed as if he had really turned into an angel, with wings spread out in the light behind him. His eyes were firm and he made a silent decision.

And everyone below made the same decision as him. Those pairs of eyes knew their decision without words. Yarick looked around their eyes and raised his head, "You have made the decision."

"But we still need weapons. The Emperor's currency will die for him generously, but it will not be meaningless." "Sir." A man stepped forward and stood at Yarick's feet with his head held high. "Your name and rank." "Sergeant Cokros, a first-class engineer sergeant of the Emperor's naval destroyer."

He said loudly, standing in front of Yarick and Eisenstein. If there were a painter present, he would definitely draw it and name it "Believers and Angels, Responding to the Emperor's Summoning"

"Go on, sergeant, do you know where there are weapons? Handy weapons." "Yes, sir, when I was welding equipment for these ugly aliens, I found an Imperial Navy warship that they brought and had not yet been dismantled and disassembled. It was carrying a arsenal of weapons, enough to arm everyone." "Very good, the Emperor must have led it here for this purpose, as he wished." "As the Emperor wished."

As soon as they finished speaking, a burst of arc light and deafening roars came, which was the sound of thousands of torpedoes hitting the shield, the hissing sound of light spears sliding through the vacuum, and the roaring sound of hundreds of macro cannons in the name of the Emperor.

Yarrick looked around at the people under his feet, sweeping across those pairs of eyes, "The fate has been finalized, sergeant leads the way, let us go to die. "

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They set off. In the dark corridor, the alarm lights flickered. The crooked lighting lights built by the greenskins were looming, as if they had lost their life force.

The huge explosion made everything around them hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist, but the whizzing bullets brightened the surrounding space. Flashes of gunfire kept flashing in the corridor. The greenskins roared and fired at the end of the corridor.

Bullets rained down, emitting dazzling flames between the metal brackets and broken equipment in the corridor. The light illuminated the broken bodies lying on the ground, but soon, another pair of footsteps rushed over.

Pairs of boots rushed through the bloody corridor. They were unarmed mortals. They had no weapons, only courage and loyalty to the Emperor, which was enough to resist thousands of troops.

The greenskins fired at them, and the bullets whizzed in and blew up several bodies in the narrow corridor. They fell to the ground and became another part of the bloody ground.

But this could not stop the Emperor's loyal servants from advancing, and the Sons of Man from advancing. The Astra Militarum roared and rushed forward, in the dark corridor, under the flickering lights, towards the muzzle of death.

There were still a dozen people when they set out, and their number dropped sharply to less than ten in just ten seconds, but the last few rushed forward, and they threw themselves on the greenskin, "For the Emperor! For Armageddon! For Holy Terra!"

The leading Astra Militarum roared and pulled the detonator on his waist. The detonator that was originally used to blow up metal exploded at the same time. Several people pulled the safety and died with the greenskin. Their roars swept over with the waves of fire from the explosion. I believe that the Immortal Lord sitting on the throne of Terra also heard their shouts.

But sadness does not belong to them. The Emperor's currency will die for him. In the flames, more Astra Militarum rushed out. They held weapons made of steel sticks, metal iron sheets, and steel bars, and rushed out of the corridor door at the end of the flames without hesitation, rushing towards the hall outside.

When they arrived at the gate, a fierce artillery fire came in. The greenskins in the wide hall raised their guns and fired fiercely. The rain of bullets hit the corridor door and splashed a spark. Flesh and blood broke in it, and dazzling flames exploded between the door frames.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and the light appeared in the smoke at the door. The light broke out of the fog. It was a shield composed of holy light that protected the loyalists behind it. Yarick stood at the front of the team with a lightsaber in his hand. He quickly waved the lightsaber in his hand, and the air wave light blade chopped several greenskins.

Their artillery fire stopped briefly, and at this moment, the Astra Militarum entered in a line. They rushed forward with a roar, pounced on the greenskins and crushed them. Many were killed by the burly orcs, but more people took over, one after another, using their weapons to hit like raindrops, beating those orcs who were much stronger than humans to death.

The remaining fart spirits threw away their tools and turned around to run. They jumped off the towering shelves and ran under the magnificent belly of the battleship. Eisenstein looked up at the magnificent battleship in front of him. It was bound by countless mechanical arms and chains and hung in this huge hall.

Those chains were tied to it, like the roots of the world tree that trapped the dragon Hognid in the legend. In the legend, when the dragon bit off the roots and broke free from the shackles, it was the end of the Asgard Protoss. Today, it will also bring a dusk here, but that dusk will be illuminated by the golden sun of the Emperor.

Suddenly, a burst of artillery fire came over, and in the blink of an eye, the greenskins who fell to the ground and the humans who were swinging weapons at him were blown to death, and their flesh and blood flew in the rising flames.

Real flames also sprayed over, like a fire dragon shooting from under the battleship, igniting the bodies of many people. They screamed and rolled on the ground. Eisenstein looked forward suddenly, and a heavy green machine came in from behind the door on the other side. It was a tin can, and its face was shaped like their war god.

The arms on both sides of it fired at the same time, and the flamethrowers sprayed flames under the arms. The flames swept across the hall and brought more screams. On both sides of the green machine, the orcs rushed in and ruthlessly slaughtered the unarmed human sons on the scene.

"Hide! Find cover!" Eisenstein pulled a star soldier over and took him to hide behind the many chains and equipment at the foot of the battleship. The bullets hit them and made a harsh buzzing sound. The fire flickered in front of his eyes, illuminating the dim night sky.

Yarik held the holy sword in the middle of the hall and summoned the shield, so that the surrounding Astra Militarum could hide. The survivors sought cover and fell behind the bunker before the fire swept over.

The greenskins continued to fire, roaring and suppressing the Emperor's warriors with fierce artillery fire. Eisenstein looked out, looking at the flashing muzzle and the flames blooming on the surface of the shield, "We must destroy that machine." "My lord, we can do it."

Sergeant Kokros squatted beside Eisenstein, and there were several navy soldiers behind him. Their blue uniforms were already full of blood, holes and burn marks, but there was no fear in their eyes.

"Go on, Sergeant." Eisenstein responded, and pressed down in the explosion above his head. Sergeant Kokros and his comrades also leaned down. He approached Eisenstein and pointed at the battleship above, "We can activate it and use its automatic guns to destroy the greenskins!"

"There's a good chance you'll never come back." "We know." Eisenstein looked at the people in front of him and fell silent. After a moment, he nodded and pressed Sergeant Kirkros's shoulder. The big hand pressed on the shoulder of a mortal seemed out of place, but now there was no sense of violation. "Go, we will protect you, and may the Emperor bless you." "And may he bless you, sir."

After saying that, Sergeant Kirkross rushed out. He and his naval comrades rushed towards the battleship. The greenskins noticed them and quickly threw firepower. The rapid fire hit them among them. Among the six, The three of them exploded into minced meat in the blink of an eye, but the rest did not stop.

The navy soldiers rushed under the iron chain restraining the battleship. They climbed up the iron chain and crawled towards the opening in the belly of the battleship. Naturally, the greenskins would not allow them to pass so easily. The rapid fire opened immediately, and bullets hit the iron. Sparks shot out from the chain, and the flamethrowers of the green-skinned war machines roared in.

The fire swept through the iron chain, and the scorching heat made the surface of the iron chain like the steam plate of an oven. Their arms were burned so deep that they could see the bones, but they were still climbing up. Sergeant Kirkcross's mutilated fingers grasped the iron chain. , desperately climbing up.

The flamethrower raised its angle and aimed at them, and at the moment of firing, Eisenstein rushed forward. He rushed into the greenskins and wielded steel rods to kill everyone. Two greenskins were killed instantly. The rest immediately turned their attention and lowered the muzzle of the flamethrower, allowing them to pass through.

Sergeant Kirkross and two comrades climbed into the interior of the battleship. When they arrived, their bodies were severely burned, and the skin fell off, leaving only red tumors. However, they did not stop to breathe, because the Emperor's mission was not yet completed.

Relying on their familiarity with the Imperial Navy's battleships of the same class, the three quickly passed through the intricate structural layers of the battleship. After passing through the corridors and labyrinth-like corridors, they arrived at the stairs at the end of the central ventilation avenue. From here, they went up to the battleship's deck. The bridge is over, and the magnificent Gate of the End stands on it.

Sergeant Kirkcross nodded with the two men, and then prepared to go up, but at this moment a roar interrupted them. One of them just turned his head and was eaten by a bloody mouth. The huge mouth began to bite, Tear his upper body into pieces.

A giant squig fell from the sky. It jumped down from the high beam. Its huge brown-red body swung in front of the last two people. It swallowed one of them with its huge fangs and then turned towards Sergeant Kirkcross and The other one roared, and it pounced, and the two of them immediately fell to both sides.

Sergeant Kirkross rolled to his feet, and then saw more Scrooges rushing from the roads on both sides of the heat dissipation rift, their fangs flashing in the darkness, and their blood-red eyes fluttering hungrily.

"Go and activate the bridge! I'll stop them!" the navy soldier yelled, and he rushed forward before he finished speaking. Sergeant Kirkcross looked at his back and stood up, "Farewell, brother."

After saying that, Sergeant Kirkcross turned and left. He quickly rushed up the steps in front of the bridge door. The naval soldier behind him rushed towards Scrooge. He jumped up and headed towards the waves. The Scrooges who came up jumped over, and he opened his clothes and pulled out dozens of detonators from his waist.

"Long live the Emperor!"

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Sergeant Kirkcross rushed into the door from the stairs and rushed along the corridor to the stairs going up. He looked back and looked back at the huge explosion outside the door. He lowered his head and observed a brief moment of silence. Then his eyes widened, because another Scrooge appeared at the door.

Covered with burns from the explosion, it rushed in step by step. There was no other Scrooge behind it, and it was particularly angry. The monster rushed forward and rushed in front of Sergeant Kirkcross in the blink of an eye. He immediately ran up, but his raised arm was still bitten by it.

That thing tore off the entire arm of Sergeant Kirkcross. He roared and reluctantly tore off the last few muscle connections in his arm, and rushed up the stairs in severe pain. Scrooge behind him also After catching up, its huge body was squeezed into a ball in the corridor, and it looked like a wall with a huge mouth was rushing towards it.

Sergeant Kirkcross rushed into the bridge door at the end, closed the door and locked it. Scrooge violently hit the door from the outside, and the door began to deform little by little under the heavy impact. He knew that his time Not much, not just this door.

Sergeant Kirkcross rushed to the front of the terminal. The blood from his broken arm kept pouring out and dyed the operation interface red. He used one arm to operate the interface in front of him, which was slower than with both hands, and he was also racing against time. , the door behind him was being knocked open, and his aorta was losing blood at a terrifying speed.

But the situation on the terminal was not optimistic. Many systems had been locked, and the battleships rejected him. Sergeant Kirkcross kept switching operations on the screen with blurry eyes, listening to the constant banging of the door behind him.

"Emperor, give me one last moment, the last bit." He said, sitting down and enduring the severe pain with one arm, he opened the door under the terminal, pulled out a bunch of cables from it, and bit it with his teeth. Live some of them and then start manually adjusting the system wiring in them with your hands.

His spirit is getting weaker and weaker, the world is blurring, and the blood in the main arteries of his body has almost dried up.

The door behind him was also opened at this moment, and Scrooge roared and squeezed in. Its bloody mouth roared and swung around, and its fangs roared in it and rushed towards Sergeant Kirkcross. .

He got up, used his last bit of strength to climb up to the operating interface, and pressed the OK button on the unlocked interface. The sky eagle spread its wings on it, as if saying goodbye.

Sergeant Kirkcross smiled. He sat down against the operating platform, raised his head and looked at the bloody mouth biting him and closed his eyes, "Emperor."

In that call, the battleship's system flickered, and the dim skull eye socket at the muzzle lit up with light, the light was like a drop of tear.