Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

When he said this, the Chaos Space Marine of the Bliss Angels Warband, who seemed to have thought of something, raised his right hand involuntarily and rubbed himself frantically. As his body swayed up and down, the liquid in a tube on his waist was quickly injected into his body. In an instant, this traitor who believed in the way of lust fell on the soft flesh carpet, his hands and feet twitching, his mouth and eyes crooked.

"Yes, yes - it's time to enjoy it! Let me try to see if I can let my soul touch the blissful beauty over there!"⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤

Seeing that his companion was instantly sent into the wonderful world by the powerful hallucinogen newly prepared by the pharmacist in the warband, another Chaos Space Marine of the Bliss Angels not only did not help his companion up, but made the same move - the next second, he also fell on the flesh, and smiled foolishly with a twisted face.

"Hehehe——Hahaha——"

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"What are these things? What on earth are these things????"

Compared to the Slaanesh things that are currently enjoying a beautiful and frenzied life in the Hive World and looking forward to more and stronger happiness of the Angel of Bliss, the Slaanesh demons that are now fighting against Abathur's Tyranids on the space station are undoubtedly much more embarrassed. At the beginning of the battle, these Slaanesh demons teased each other in various frivolous tones, and were full of expectations for the special chemicals or other things that they could absorb from the Tyranids. However, less than ten minutes after the battle, these Slaanesh demons realized that something was wrong.

————Nothing else, the attacks of these Tyranids could easily cause damage to them, and even give them pain that they had never imagined!

But...

"Ah-ah! This feeling is something I've never experienced before! Harder! A little harder! Baby!!"

"Come on--cut me! Cut me!!!"

"Pleasure! This is a pleasure I've never experienced before! These guys can really bring us pleasure!"

After the initial panic, the demons of Slaanesh who came to reality through this curtain were all excited because of 'this kind of pleasure they've never experienced before'. They sang soft songs, danced gorgeously, and desperately approached these strange Tyranid swarms, trying their best to put themselves in a state of 'being chopped but not being touched'-even one of them felt uncomfortable with this Slaanesh Vanguard and went straight into the Tyranid swarm!

"Inhale--exhale!!! I feel like my lungs are burning! Wait, is this place really the lungs that mortals talk about? Anyway, I've never experienced this feeling before! It's so comfortable!"Haha! More! I want more!!! "

Feeling the thorny stimulation coming from all directions, breathing the Tyranid poisonous mist in the air, observing the spores or small parasites floating around him, the Slaanesh Vanguard, whose vision, smell, hearing and touch were all working to the extreme, felt that he had reached a certain extreme at this moment. Driven by them, the Slaanesh Vanguard laughed wildly and raised his weapon, ready to praise Slaanesh with a fast and gorgeous killing dance - what could be better than dedicating such joy to his master, and what existence could stop his joy?

However, in just a breath of time, the Slaanesh Vanguard knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

"Um-ah---quack--! ! "

Accompanied by a shrill scream without any sense of pleasure, the Slaanesh Vanguard, who had inhaled a lot of Tyranid poison mist and had already assumed a sword dance posture, suddenly had his knees softened and fell to the ground in an extremely ungraceful manner, and rolled around in a pile of blood and flesh without any image, completely ignoring the accessories he was wearing falling to the ground, and not caring about the light veil hanging on his body being stained by blood and flesh.

"Munsha? "

Looking at their colleagues' unpresentable behavior, several Slaanesh demons secretly laughed at the Slaanesh Vanguard who wanted to show off his skills but ended up failing, and asked happily. That is, before the Slaanesh Vanguard called Munsha could reply, amazing changes appeared on it again.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle————"

Just like butter falling into a hot pan, the Slaanesh Vanguard, which had stopped rolling and curled up into a ball, began to dissolve, and the speed was getting faster and faster. In less than ten seconds, this abominable thing was completely wiped out from the physical universe, without any residue left.

"Munsha is dead?"

"This feeling... Why do I have this feeling? "

When this pioneering Slaanesh pioneer successfully destroyed himself, the other surviving Slaanesh demons felt a little throbbing in their hearts, as if they were being targeted by some natural enemy. And then, as more Tyranid swarms arrived at the battlefield above the space station, things that these Slaanesh demons could not understand began to happen.

"Is our material form dissipating?"

"Not just the material form - our essence, our essence is being eroded -!"

Amidst the roars of the Tyranid swarms, the Slaanesh demons began to feel that some kind of shadow with a faint golden light began to devour the subspace corresponding to this physical universe, and felt that the connection between them and the subspace was changing. They were so weak that they even felt that their essence was being swallowed up by this spreading shadow! Intense discomfort and the feeling of nothingness surged in the Slaanesh demons' perceptions one after another, causing these monsters who were always thirsting for pleasure to stop moving for a while, just alive and being swarmed by the swarm of insects. Tear, gnaw!

“This power—this power???”

“Could it be—ahhhhh!!!”

"no no!!!"

"Souls! Ritual! We need something so we can go back!"

When the spreading shadow of subspace became reality in the eyes of demons, and when the swarms of Tyranids of various colors from up, down, left, right, front and back turned into waves and crashed into the defenses of Slaanesh demons, these incarnations of joy finally realized that they were facing Whose power is it? When the subspace shadow of the insect swarm turned into a net and enveloped them, the demons of Slaanesh let out various screams like the souls tortured by them, without any clues. counterattack, while trying his best to think of ways to retreat back to the subspace - it is true that Slaanesh demons can find the experience called 'pleasure' in almost all ways, but...

Being tortured by the power of the 'Cursed One' is not on the list of pleasures of the Daemon of Slaanesh!

However, it was already too late. As the number of Tyranid swarms exceeded the critical point, the subspace shadow of the Tyranid swarm commanded by Abathur had completely covered the subspace in this area, completely cutting off these The last hope for the demons of Slaanesh to survive. The raging insect swarms waved their biological blades, spitting poison and plasma, and projecting spores and larvae, completely crushing and devouring these existences born in subspace.

In the end, even the echoes were wiped out.

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"this----?"

In this former holy land that has been turned into a demon cave, the chief wizard of the Angels of Paradise warband, an Astartes whose face has turned into a half-demon, looks at the flesh and blood that withered without warning in the human bone bottle in front of him. Flowers, a ray of emotion called 'shock' appeared on the face that no longer looked human - each of these flowers of flesh and blood placed in the human bone bottle represents a flower that he has spread in this galaxy. The corrupted seeds that have gone out, and the flower of flesh and blood blooming means that the seed has been conceived - but now, the rapid withering of the first blooming flower means...?

"Those fake emperor's dogs seem to have some tricks up their sleeves."

Throwing the useless human bone bottle out of the window, the chief wizard of the Angel of Paradise warband thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked out of his room - soon, a message was delivered to Balaton, and In the hands of the heretic leader of the Dark Mechanicum, who has mastered everything in this forged world.

"..."

After carefully calculating the authenticity of this information and what impact it would have on their plans if it were true, the leader of the heretics who controlled the Balaton Forge World stood up from his metal seat. He gently rotated his scepter and sent out a string of codes.

"010001010000101....."

10. Tyran——Ending

Balaton, a certain servitor production area, the sound of mechanical operation roars.

The population plundered from Udal and the original population of Balaton,

A steady stream of them are transported to this huge area, and then they are continuously stuffed into the transformation workshop, and transformed into something 'more useful' for the Dark Mechanicus - every minute and every second, there are countless Endless people are sent to this hell. Every minute and every second, servitors that have been "successfully sublimated" are loaded into trucks and sent to where the Dark Mechanicus needs them.

In this bloody and cruel area, the victims' skulls will be cut open and dense wires will be connected to their brains to enhance their 'reaction speed'. Their eyes would be gouged out and replaced with cameras to enhance their 'power of observation'. Their chests will be hollowed out, and a large number of neural glands and stimulant injection devices will be stuffed inside to ensure their 'basic strength' - in fact, many people who were captured were carried to this step, and their bodies Disintegration will occur, and such guys will be regarded as defective products by the Black Mechanicus, simply thrown into the recycling bin, and left to wail and scream in pain.

After the victim's body 'withstands' the first few steps of transformation, their hands will be cut off and replaced with claws imbued with poison, or long whips wrapped with thunder and lightning, or ones that can shoot bullets. firearms. At the same time, their legs and feet will also be modified, allowing them to have stronger explosive power and stronger terrain adaptability - when this is completed, the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star will be imprinted on these victims. Chest, at this moment, the Black Mechanicus will 'mercifully' erase the victim's consciousness.

"01001000101....?" (New command?)

"0010110101001...." (Command from the Bishop, let us cleanse our minds of all the failed products, equip them with the most basic weapons, brand them with stigmata, then pack them into boxes and send them to the launch site)

"00001010...?" (So the action has begun?)

"0010101111010..." (We just need to do our own thing)

In a corner of the servitor production area, two Dark Mechanicus cultists who were dressed like the Empire's Mechanicus cultists, but with blasphemous eight rays of chaos on their robes, immediately walked into a room after receiving the order. in a house. They skillfully operated the equipment, roughly pouring out the failed products produced in this production line that were still screaming or screaming or out of breath from the recycling bin, and then simply threw them onto the assembly line, leaving them alone. These people embrace their miserable fate in despair - what is even more terrifying is that because this rapid processing method is not so 'fine', the victims who have been 'brainwashed' may even retain a trace of The ability to think...

‘Thinking’ that feels nothing but pain.

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"Although the process was a bit tortuous, the results were pretty good."

Just when the Dark Mechanicus of Balaton began to work overtime to prepare a little surprise for the world of Soseki because of the information sent by the wizards of the Angels of Paradise warband. The Hammers are happily enjoying their first victory in this mission - after the Tyranids swarm wiped out all the Slaanesh demons that crossed the warp veil, Abathur attacked Li Meng's space station. The control operation entered garbage time - the remaining guys in the space station who were contaminated by the power of Slaanesh, at the moment when the reality curtain of the space station returned to calm, they all turned into a mess with no combat effectiveness due to the out-of-control power of Slaanesh in their bodies. The direct result of this is that Tyranids turned into a group of sweeping creatures...

"Everyone in the entire space station has been infected. This Slaanesh pollution is too deep."

Looking at the combat diorama in front of him, bit by bit, it was contaminated by Slaanesh that was being cleaned up by the Tyranid swarm, and the egg made a sharp comment.

"Indeed, at first I thought this was an accidental Slaanesh contamination. Just like the previous Nurgle incident, it seems that this space station has been laid out for a long time - wait, if they are not temporarily crazy, Does this mean that our opponents may have something to do with Slaanesh this time? Is this space station - or even other space stations - part of their plan? The rebellion in this system is essentially a Chaos invasion? ?”

Egg's words made Abathur nod in agreement. Then, he suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that could explain why everyone in the space station he attacked was contaminated by Slaanesh.

"The probability is quite high, but if this is the case, the problem level of this galaxy will rise to another level - although the information that the old brothers of the Wolf Group gave us before said that after the fall of the agricultural world, the foundry world and the hive world were together. But judging from what they mean, they think it should be an ordinary, somewhat large-scale rebellion that is within the understanding of ordinary people in the empire..."

The political commissar frowned slightly, realizing that there was a gap in the information they had, and it was a serious gap. It is true that the Wolf Group, as the Astartes Chapter, is not weak in intelligence investigation. However, considering the entry of imperial troops, The fact that this world was soon trapped on the surface of Soseki makes it difficult for the political commissar sister to believe that the Wolf Group has enough intelligence sources to determine the root cause of the rebellion of the two traitorous worlds...

"big

Is there any information from E that we can refer to? Big E said that this matter is ‘in the past’ as far as the timeline is concerned, right? "

"There certainly is, but that information may not necessarily be valuable and may even mislead us. Don't forget what caused this thing - can its power prevent things from becoming a mess?"

"That's right... How about this? Let Abathur be responsible for the matter of recovering the space station. I will go around the two worlds to confirm the situation of the two worlds - pure betrayal of the empire. There is a big difference between betrayal and the clear involvement of Chaos forces, and not knowing which one is harmful to our future combat arrangements."

Ji Jing thought for a while and made a suggestion. Naturally, this suggestion was unanimously approved by the hammer guys.

"Okay, go ahead! Silence!"

11. Tracking of the Necrons

Loser Harlan, a former small manager of the Balaton-3 orbital space station, is now the director of this orbital space station.

When the Baraton rebellion broke out, Lowther was the first bureaucrat on the No. 3 Orbital Space Station to kneel down to the Eight-Pointed Star of Chaos, and the first to raise his pistol to the loyalists who were unwilling to surrender - and he His shameful behavior bought him the reward he dreamed of, all the wealth of his commander, and the right to manage this space station!

"Haha! Now, this is the place where I can tell you the truth!"

In short, after the rebellion, Lotheharan lived a good life for a while, indulging in extravagance and extravagance on the space station every day. However, after several months of messy enjoyment, something happened inside this guy.

‘Can I get more? ’

With this idea in mind, Lotherhallan tried every means to find the 'good man' who 'introduced' him to this 'broad road' and asked him if there was any way he could go further. After a back-and-forth chat, Lorseharan successfully got the answer.

Military exploits, or in other words, killings of the empire! If he didn't have such a thing, he would be stuck in the sky in his life, that is, the director of this space station would not be able to go further, and if he could create enough credit, then his new master would definitely not be stingy with various rewards—— From matter, to power, to strength, and even... to eternal life!

"How can I safely make a fortune on the battlefield? Is there any chance that I can safely make a fortune? It's best to sit in the office... No, no, no, even if it's just It’s fine to be in the rear, but what kind of people can I command?”

After getting this answer, Lorseharan was very worried for a while. He admitted that the prices offered by his new owner made him very tempted, very tempted, he couldn't wait to have these rewards, and he couldn't wait to use these rewards to take himself to a higher place - however, as a person, As a person with a little knowledge, he also knows very well that war is not just a game played by some hive gangs. If he goes to the battlefield in his current capacity, he will be cannon fodder at best! And the plan of being used as cannon fodder...

He himself knows that he is not qualified!

So, when a messenger from the forge world of Balaton came to his space station, conveying to him the orders of the great Balaton's new master, and showing him what had been loaded on the space station currently parked in orbit three. When he was on a ship in the spaceport and could not see the servitors at a glance, the traitor was very...excited in his heart.

"Can I really be the captain of a ship? Can I really command everything on the ship? Do I really have a chance of plundering victory?"

"You're questioning."

“No, no, no—how could I question it?”

"When you are ready, set off immediately - I don't want to see your ship still docked in the port tomorrow."

"Yes Yes!"

Hearing something in the calm electronic sound of the Dark Mechanicus who sent him the armed servitors, Lotherhallan, who finally picked up a little bit of his own sense from the ecstasy, apologized hurriedly and patted his chest. Believing that he would definitely complete the task, the Dark Mechanicus who came to hand over to him didn't say much. After transferring the authority, he left this small conference room - about half an hour later, he sat back to the planet Balaton. The shuttle on the surface left the space station.

"I'm going to be developed! I'm going to be developed!"

After confirming that the member of the Dark Mechanicus had left, Lotherharan, who finally put his heart at ease, couldn't wait to open his cabinet and put on a set of clothes that he thought were the most majestic and gorgeous. body. He happily took several of his followers to the dock and boarded the 'ship' that belonged to him - although this ship was essentially an industrial ship that transported ore, but in Loser From Harlan's perspective, this ship is his step to a higher place!

"Ha--ouch--I'm going to change this chair to velvet in the future!"

After wandering around the bridge for a long time, Lotherharan nodded with satisfaction, sat down on the simple captain's chair, and grinned for a while because of the hardness of the chair. At the same time, the huge indicator light in the spaceport changed from red to green, indicating that the channel was clear and the ship was ready to depart at any time.

"Well... let's go! Target! Soseki!"

Feeling the bumps of the ship starting up, I thought about how I would release the fighter servitors inside the ship.

Going to the surface of Soseki, panicking the trapped imperial people there, and being tortured and killed by these fearless things, and watching the scene of their struggle in space, Lotherhallan couldn't help but laugh out loud - he had no idea at all I noticed that in the space near the space station, several things that looked like 'ribs' and seemed to be some kind of space scrap metal were floating quietly.

Watching it quietly.

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"One, two, three... Good guy, a dozen ships flew out in one breath? Are the rebels who have taken over the Forge World such a big deal?"

"It's not a big deal. Looking at the shape of these ships, they are round, big-bellied, and have no external armaments. I guess they are most likely modified from cargo ships used to transport things in the galaxy. Such things cannot be valuable in the empire. That's it. "Where are these ships going?"

"You should be able to guess roughly by looking at the direction of their bows - there are only a few places in this galaxy where these ships can run - eh...why does it feel like they are coming towards us?"

"...Your feeling should be correct. The only valuable area these ships are heading towards is the Soseji planet, Silence! Let your ribs find a ship and take a look at it, and make sure that these things are lucky. What? "

"No problem - I've long wanted to have fun jumping into a gang. I hope Pai Gu's command level can at least give me experience - well, I'll just choose this ship as my target."

After answering the political commissar sister's silence with a hint of 'amiable' smile, she lightly clicked her finger on the screen in front of her and conveyed her order to the Ghost Arks who were on standby. After about a second, These 'ships of the dead' are moving.

Silently, Lotherhallan's ship followed.

12. Determined combat plan

"This ship is like a tomb now."

Yumer, who was once the captain of this ship and is now just the first mate under Lothar Harlan, holds a fuel lamp in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, slowly walking on the ship where he has lived for almost thirty years. Patrolling a main road, carefully making sure there are no damaged gadgets or things that should not be there in the place he passes - before his ship was confiscated by the current rulers of Balaton, Yumo The ore transport ship traveling back and forth between Balaton and Soseki is always 'busy', but now...

In this ship, apart from the sound of mechanical operation, there is really not much noise to be heard.

"If I had pledged my allegiance to them earlier, would I have been able to keep my position? At that time, who would have guessed that they could really clean out all the Mechanicus?"

After inspecting the two passages and finding no problems, Yumo felt that there was no point in inspecting any more. He opened a door on the side of the road and walked into a small lounge. After hanging a lantern on the wall, Sitting down on the chair, he drank a few sips of the water he brought with him. He stroked the eight-pointed star on his clothes, which he knew what it meant, and fell into deep thought - he was so focused on thinking about this. The problem was that he didn't even notice that something was gently shaking in the shadow cast by the lantern's light.

"Huh?"

After thinking for almost two to three minutes, Yumo dragged his thoughts back to reality. He walked to the wall and took down his lamp, preparing to patrol for a while before going back to rest. However, the moment he lifted the lantern , he saw something out of the corner of his eye, a strange thing that looked like a person, but with a hunched back - Yumo was willing to bet that there would never be such a thing on his ship, and he was even more sure that when he came in just now , there is no such thing in this room!

Ever since, Yumo didn't even look at the thing. He raised the gun in his hand and fired at Ping Ping over there. The act of firing seemed to 'wake up' the thing. There was a sound of bullets being bounced, and a green light suddenly lit up on the thing. And the thing came to Yumo the moment he blinked, and with one claw, Yumo's gun was easily crushed into pieces. Scrap iron.

"!!!"

Before Yumo could comprehend what he had encountered, the uninvited guest had already raised his other claw high. Under the light of the lantern, the metal that made up this claw showed a kind of "death". pale.

“Ah?—Ah!!!!”

The last sound in the room was Yumo's miserable and short scream.

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