Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

Eat nutritional paste.

Take a break.

Open your eyes and continue to repent.

Eat nutritional paste again.

Repent again.

Go to sleep.

After being deprived of all power, imprisoned, and guarded, Inquisitor Orogen, who has been waiting for the inevitable judgment, has already adjusted his mentality and lived a life similar to that of an ascetic in shackles. As a high-level inquisitor who has walked in the empire for so many years, although Orogen has no regrets about everything he has done, he also knows that his soul has been stained by sin. He knows that the last meaningful thing he can do in his life is just to pray that his contribution to the empire is greater than the damage he has caused to the empire... But now, looking at the three beings standing in front of him, Orogen feels that his dream of "the damage he has caused to the empire is less than his contribution" should have been a mirage.

"...If possible, I hope to know at the end of my life what level of excommunication traitor I am - anyway, how can a bug like me deserve to know the answer?"

Although Orogan tried his best to crawl on the ground, not to see the majesty of the throne messenger, the Grey Knights and the assassins of the Assassin's Court standing in front of him - or in other words, not to pollute these noble beings with the sight of himself, a hateful excommunication traitor, he was half-dragged by the shackles and had to let his eyes meet the three beings in front of him - all of this made the emotional fluctuations in Orogan's heart even more bleak - in his memory, the inquisitors who could be found by the Assassin's Court were already rare, and the inquisitors who could be found by the Grey Knights were a little more, but the number was just that, and he had never heard of an inquisitor who was found by both of them at the same time, and outside of these two systems, there were actually the Imperial Guards who found him?

What kind of heinous crime did he commit to get such "favorable treatment"! Did he desecrate the Golden Throne during a mission?

"Relax, High Inquisitor Orogan, your sins can still be redeemed."

The political commissar who controlled the imperial army chess piece adjusted her tone and made her voice more rhythmic. After hearing the operation process of another plan from the King of Figures, the hammer guys were stunned and quickly worked out a simple plan. First, the Inquisitor had to be very willing to bear his responsibilities. Among these responsibilities, dying was not the most difficult thing for High Inquisitor Orogan.

"If you want to fight according to this plan, I will release the suppression of the Blackstone facility in this tomb for a short time after you are ready, so that a small link will be created between the galaxy and its corresponding subspace so that you can pass through. There should be a large number of subspace evil creatures guarding there. You should destroy them as much as possible and interfere with the structure of the field there. I will monitor the readings there all the time. When the readings reach the critical point of the pollution value, I will give instructions. At that time, you will let the key and any planet in this galaxy perish together and destroy the structure of this ritual in the physical world. As long as you do this, the subspace of this galaxy will be misaligned with reality and completely lose the possibility of docking." - Trazyn said after taking out the plan.

"In other words, we want High Inquisitor Orrogan to obey the orders of you, the alien." - The answer of the hammer guys

Therefore, in order to make a certain high-level judge who has been judged as the key by the King of Figures willingly obey the instructions of the King of Figures, the Hammers directly used drastic measures, and let the Imperial Guards, Grey Knights, and several chess pieces of the Assassin's Court appear in front of the High-level Judge of Orrogan. Naturally, the High-level Judge of Orrogan, who had never expected to see such a formation, burned the CPU directly in his brain and entered a state of "I am nothing, and I pollute the galaxy with every breath I take." Therefore, after hearing the political commissar sister say that he still has a chance to atone for his sins, he immediately trembled all over like a sieve.

"I... can I?"

"But, for this, you have to make a sacrifice."

The imperial guards of the political commissar sister spoke again.

"I am fearless."

"You need to sacrifice not only your life, but also your pride."

Looking at the determined face of the High Inquisitor Orrogan, the Commissar Sister controlled her guards and took out a dark green crystal-like thing handed to them by the Infinite Trazim. Orrogan's face was immediately filled with astonishment when she saw at a glance that this thing was a creation of the Necrons.

"What is this...?"

"You need to obey its orders - the instructions of the Infinite Trazim, the Overlord of the Necrons stationed in the tomb of this world - your sacrifice will have value, otherwise, your sacrifice will not only be worthless, but will also plunge the Empire into an unspeakable disaster."

After saying this, the Commissar Sister's guards took a step forward and handed the Necromancer crystal to Orrogan.

"Former High Inquisitor Orrogan, do you have such awareness? For the sake of the Empire, abandon your dignity and completely obey the orders of an alien?"

Twenty-one. Preparations before entering the realm of Nurgle

The former High Inquisitor Orrogan finally took the crystal.

Although as a proud Imperial man, for Orogan, under normal circumstances, obeying the orders of aliens to do things is undoubtedly a shame that cannot be erased by death. However, the current Judge Orogan is very clear that in his current situation, such a shameful thing is the only way to atone for his sins-even though he still doesn't know what his sins are. , however...

How could his sin be so small when the three major factions of the Forbidden Army, the Gray Knights, and the Assassin's Court came to him at the same time? I am afraid that I will soon be in the same position as those legendary villains!

"Very good, you have shouldered what you should shoulder."

Looking at the former high-ranking inquisitor of Orogan who held the crystal firmly in his hand, the political commissar who controlled her Imperial Army chess piece nodded slightly, and took the Gray Knight chess piece and the Assassin chess piece from the prison together like ghosts. They disappeared from Orogan's room - leaving no trace behind, as if they had never been there. And Orogan, who finally managed to get his brain out of the chaos, opened his hand and looked blankly at the alien creation in his hand, with a lot of thoughts.

‘Can I really atone for my sins? Am I really qualified to atone for my sins? Is it really okay for an alien to guide me in atonement? ’

Of course, his messy thoughts did not last long. As the light of the crystal in his hand slowly brightened, the projection image of the Endless Trazin appeared in front of him - seeing how this alien dared to The blatant appearance made Orogan feel angry for a second, and then his reason extinguished the anger.

"You are.....?"

"Yes, it's me. From now on, you must obey my orders until this galaxy returns to peace."

After looking around the Inquisitor, Trazin's projection suddenly started to 'laugh' - even though he was just a Necron, Orogan felt that he just felt that Trazin was laughing. !

"Alien, what are you laughing at?"

"Very well. I thought you were just ordinary people in a broad sense, but I didn't expect you to be better than I thought. In order for the story you created to be worthy of a place in my museum, I will help you complete your story." Atonement - Now, you return to your ship immediately, then go to the coordinate point I gave you, and wait for my instructions there. "

After saying these words that confused Orogan, Trazin's projection quietly dissipated in the air, and the shackles on Orogan also fell off at the same moment. Orogan, who had regained his freedom, opened his hand and looked at the alien creation in his hand whose light was once again restrained, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.

"For the sake of the Emperor, I must complete my atonement."

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"Tarrazin, a question suddenly occurred to me. Are there three keys in this ceremony?"

In the tomb of the Necron, after Trazin successfully completed docking with Orogan, which it called the key, and began to take the first step of the second combat plan discussed by it and the Hammermen, the Chosen A question suddenly occurred to me, that is...

There are so many Sans appearing in this world. How can there be only one "key" that can significantly reduce the difficulty of initiating rituals at this galaxy level?

"Of course there are three keys, but the triple doors can only be opened one by one. If the first door is not opened, the last two doors cannot be opened in reality. This is the reason for many very large-scale ceremonies of this type. The characteristics must be completed step by step. Therefore, as long as the Orogan, which represents 'death', is controlled and does not open the first door, the next two doors will not appear at all. If the door does not appear, the two corresponding to these two doors will not appear. The key has no chance of being awakened - as his envoys, you don't know this knowledge? "

Hearing the question from the Chosen God, Trazin tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing with green light, as if he was very puzzled as to why these beings who were themselves creations of subspace did not understand the general knowledge of subspace rituals. But the next second, the figure king's attention was attracted by the words of the political commissar sister.

"The cycle of three...the other two keys symbolize 'life' and 'decline' respectively?"

"Yes, new life is born in death, and the new life declines. The end of decline is death. New life is born again in death - the simplest cycle. To start this cycle, in a world that has not been sub-space The first step in the real world affected by power must be death. Without death, the old cycle cannot be broken. "

Trazin nodded, and explained the mechanism of this subspace ritual in a little detail - admittedly, as soulless remains, the Necron as a whole can be said to have nothing to do with the subspace eight poles, but this does not prevent They are particularly aware of the twists and turns in the subspace - as beings who had fought against the original psychic overlords, the Old Saints, and faced the Ancient Eldar Empire at its peak, it is estimated that the forbidden information held by the Necrons is

The total knowledge of the entire empire in this area is not even a fraction of the undead!

"If the other two keys are to be born, will they be born among the Sword of Hatred Chapter and the local aborigines respectively?"

Liang Feifan, who had figured something out, also took up the topic.

"The organisms of your empire that remain in this world and live tenaciously certainly fit the concept of life - and because they are so deeply bound to this galaxy, they are born to be part of this ritual. Once this galaxy begins to be pulled towards the subspace, they It is inevitable to become a 'new life that adapts to that subspace realm'. In addition, the Sword of Hatred Chapter you are talking about - is it them?"

Trazin, who first agreed with Liang Feifan's words, continued to explain some details while projecting holograms of everyone in the Sword of Hatred battle group. He looked at Ah, who had even the traces on the power armor restored in detail. Stat's holographic image almost understood how detailed Trazin's information on this galaxy was. The corners of Silence's eyes twitched.

"yes."

"Not yet, but if unfortunately the ceremony is allowed to proceed to the final step, they who seemingly came to this galaxy by chance will be the last key - decay, and when this key appears, it means that the whole thing has been It is irreversible - this galaxy will fall into subspace, and a rift that blurs reality and nothingness will start from this galaxy and spread rapidly - although it will not reach the level of the area you call the Eye of Terror, it will nevertheless. Enough for your empire to invest a lot of manpower and material resources.”

"It's so serious, so, Trazin, you really don't want to take precautions against this possibility?"

"You don't need to worry too much. I have made arrangements. As long as the first key always obeys my command, the next two keys will definitely not appear in the world - because the actual order of this galaxy will definitely hinder the power of subspace. Massive influx.”

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"So that's it. No wonder I patrolled this galaxy repeatedly, but couldn't find anything worthy of doubt. It turns out that this is the problem with this galaxy - the power of the Necrons interfered with my judgment, causing me to only see 'constant' ' but can't see the risk of it disappearing. ”

Above the Queen of Glory, Big E's voice echoed in the bridge - after adding the intelligence brought back by the hammer guys, Big E immediately saw more possibilities and understood the horror of this galaxy - If the connection between this galaxy and the Garden of Nurgle is not completely severed, a certain possibility in the future points to Mortarion finding the secrets of this galaxy, mobilizing the power of all Death Guards to rebuild the destroyed ritual, allowing the Empire to A huge scar was torn open in the border that led purely to the world of Nurgle - such a future made Big E focus on it. Regardless of the cold discomfort, he discussed it with the hammer guys.

"Big E, although we all know that you hate aliens, we can only rely on the Figure King to help with this matter - Figure King, this guy, although his hands and feet are not clean, he often makes trouble for collectibles everywhere in the empire. , has a bunch of imperial gadgets in his hand that the Empire itself does not own, and even has the idea of ​​dragging your Golden Throne to his museum. However, in the case of the group of non-things targeting the subspace, it is very reliable as an ally. "

Hearing the obvious solemnity in Big E's voice, Liang Feifan hurriedly spoke.

"You don't need to worry about what I mean. I have a deep understanding of this very famous undead overlord from GW's military books and settings. I admit that when fighting against the evil in subspace, it is indeed A good partner - of course I couldn't get the Empire to work with it on an official level."

After almost a second of silence, Big E spoke.

"Huh, that's good. If you don't agree, we still have to worry about - Big E. The figure king said that there is no need to worry about the last two keys, and it also assured us that it will control the entire galaxy according to the laws of physics. But you know how the story in your hometown usually develops. Do you have any suggestions on this matter? We don’t want to experience the wonderful effect of the accidental robbery.”

"I'll take care of this matter. Sister Political Commissar, would you mind lending me a Forbidden Army chess piece?"

After almost another second of silence, Big E turned his attention to the political commissar sister who had the most Forbidden Army chess pieces among the Hammers.

"Okay, what level do you want?"

Although she didn't know what the meaning of Big E's question was, the political commissar still took out her Forbidden Army box and opened it.

"Let me think about it, one Warden veteran is enough, let him carry an extra flag-put him on this projection platform that lights up the Imperial double-headed eagle emblem-okay-"

As the light projected on the iconic chess piece lit up, a fully armed veteran of the Watch and carrying a flag stepped into the desert of Minoyite 1. However, what surprised the political commissar sister was that, He has no connection with the chess piece.

"this.....?"

"My lord."

Before the political commissar sister could ask Big E what was going on with the chess piece, the veteran Watcher chess piece that he had projected turned around suddenly and faced the sky with a very characteristic courtesy of the Forbidden Army. At the same time, his voice could be heard. Entered the Queen of Glory.

"Tiberius Julius Cicero,

Do you already know your mission? "

In the expressionless eyes of the hammer guys, Big E's voice began to echo.

"Yes, my lord."

Big E called him Tiberius Julius Cicero. Although it was projected by the political commissar sister, somehow he felt that he had his own thoughts. The veteran of the Watch clearly answered Big E. , then, carrying the flag on his back, walked towards the station of the Sword of Hatred battle group, and the moment the forbidden soldier turned around, Liang Feifan clapped his hands suddenly.

"Is this...a curse under your command, Big E?"

"Yes, I can't make the Cursed Legion exist in reality for a long time by normal means, but with your permission and your chess pieces, I can make a small number of Cursed Legion warriors that do not exceed the upper limit of reality exist for a long time. Real world - he is a tribune and one of the most elite warriors under my command at that time. I have arranged for him to contact the Sword of Hatred Chapter, and he will make things worry-free. "

“Ah, this—it’s you as expected, Big E, Free Prostitution Theory V!”

Although I don’t know what the principle of Big E’s operation is, I probably think that Big E’s operation must be a bit of a free-for-all. The God of Choice couldn’t help but start to complain, and Big E’s projection responded with a slightly embarrassed but polite smile— - Since the chess piece of the Political Commissar Sister has become the carrier of the curse under his command, no matter what he does, it is impossible to give the Political Commissar Sister points feedback - in other words, the Political Commissar Sister was indeed prostituted by him for nothing!

"Considering that in reality we have been using Big E's spray booth, battle table and even food for free, I think this is not unacceptable - by the way, Big E, this is a very critical issue , when our chess pieces go to burn the Garden of Nurgle, do they still have a limit value? If so, we have to arrange the troops in each wave to achieve the optimal solution."

The political commissar shrugged her shoulders and returned to her words.

"In the subspace, your descending limit is infinite. However, the recovery time of your chess pieces will be extended. In other words, if you suffer too serious losses in a short period of time, it will be difficult to replace them."

After saying this, Big E paused.

"So, in that desecrated land, would you mind fighting alongside my Cursed Warriors?"

22. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - Enter

Looking over at a glance, there is lush and vibrant green everywhere.

However, only when you step inside can you feel the despair and decline in this vitality.

Thick and heavy water mist carrying the smell of decaying organic matter spreads endlessly in the garden, strangling the throats of the lives that dare to intrude into this fertile territory, making them feel as if they are breathing with every breath. The feeling of suffocation in the water. Swollen and misshapen fungi are everywhere, crawling with dense worms. The plants that thrive on the putrid black earth are in full bloom with all kinds of gorgeous to cruel colors. Under the stimulation of supernatural power, the flowers are blooming, constantly emitting a strong stench and seemingly rustling odors. The sound of pollen attracted a large number of flies, moths and other creatures buzzing around them. The dry and green vines are aimlessly entangled in the bark of the ancient trees like countless suffering and screaming faces, dripping with disgusting mucus, and extending its branches in all directions with malice. The minions suspend any living thing large enough that they can touch. Stone sculptures and stone pillars engraved with blasphemous runes that looked like they had been weathered for tens of thousands of years were buried crookedly in the soil. Filthy liquids continued to seep out from them - converging into streams, and then converging into gushes. The pond with its silt-like fountain finally turned into a raging river, rushing towards the dim and shimmering horizon.

This is the realm of evil gods, this is the garden of Nurgle, the line between life and death is so blurred here, and the surreal vitality turns into an absurd picture here. The souls that are lured here and buried deep here will never stop crawling out of the soil, screaming, and then decaying and sinking into the mud again. In the black water of the filthy lake, Nurgle beasts played freely, splashing filthy rot filled with germs. Nurgle's rotten flies roared and circled in the darkening sky, looking for anyone unlucky enough to be their target. Groups of Nurglings cheered through the trees, leaped over vines, clumsily climbed on fungi that were too big for them, rolled on them, caught worms, and played hide-and-seek. Of course, these guys were always very happy. They quickly lose patience with what they are doing now, and then rush to another area to continue their torturous journey.

"Ah...little ones, would you like to go over there and play?"

In such a large area of ​​decayed and stinky forest, a Great Unclean One wearing a shawl made of the skin of people who died of illness and concentrated sputum as the adhesive is cheerfully taking care of a half-dead heart in front of it. It looks like a tree transformed into some humanoid creature. It uses a "gentle" voice to try to persuade the chattering Nurglings around it to change places to play - as a newly born child in this garden. The great demon of Nurgle, the rotten intestine carbuncle, has known what kind of power the great loving father has given him and what kind of expectations he has bestowed upon himself since he had his own consciousness. Therefore, the most important thing it needs to do now is to cultivate its own 'souvenir', and then step into the mortal world to bring the great father

The gift of love is given to those lives that have not yet been tenderly touched by the hand of a loving father.

"Ka-ka-ka-huh?"

Just when the Great Unclean One looked at it sideways and vertically and felt that the shape of his tree was not good enough, he took out a pair of rusty scissors from the human leather tool bag hanging on his waist and prepared to prune his tree. When pruning the excess branches, a slightly 'hot' smell with the feeling of something being burned followed the long-lasting sluggish wind in Nurgle Garden and gently poured into the area that was probably its nostrils. In the middle of the day, this smell that had never been smelled in the garden of the loving father made the rotgut suddenly 'bounce' on the muddy ground with a flexibility that was not suitable for its body, and climbed up to it using both hands and feet. The tallest ancient tree then stretched out its head and looked towards the direction of the smell——

At first glance, Rot Gut thought that everything was normal there - except for the swarm of Nurgle flies flying in the sky, which was a bit chaotic.

But at the second glance, the rotten intestine carbuncle was so surging that even from such a distance, I could feel that my limbs were being burned. I was so shocked that I lost my balance and rolled down the tree, falling heavily. It crashed into a nearby cesspool, scaring the Nurgle beasts who were playing a game of Arhats inside to flee in all directions - but after being knocked upside down, the rottengut crawled out of the cesspit in a daze before they could do so. Shaking and twisting the human skin clothes it was wearing, the ground beneath its feet quickly began to tremble - undoubtedly, this was Nurgle's anger, this was the sigh of its creator!

"Great loving father, what happened over there, what happened over there?"

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"Bear------"

"Bear bear bear————————"

"Boom-boom--!"

"Crackling, sizzling-"

"Brush - brush -"

Not so long ago, this was a paradise for Nurgle's creatures, a thriving and happy woodland.

But now, as the Hammers sent their first batch of chess pieces into the realm of Nurgle through the briefly opened portal, and quickly descended on the follow-up troops, the place has been completely plunged into flames of war.

The golden-red flames spread through the humid forest, drying out the moisture of all unclean things they come into contact with before turning them into ashes. The roar of the power weapon's engine was endless, and it was easily brought down to cut off pile after pile of things blocking the road. The cannonballs that fell like a torrential rain exploded into pieces of golden halo, violently blowing away and tearing apart the flowers, trees and flowers in the garden as well as the monsters hiding inside. The mesh-shaped lasers continuously hit those blasphemous things that could still move around, try to get close or try to escape, together with the explosive bombs, causing these hateful beings to fall to the ground amidst bursts of wailing and sighing, disintegrating, and finally completely Buried in the sea of ​​fire.

"It turns out that the Garden of Nurgle, except for the things jumping inside, doesn't look very natural. The general environment is really a combination of swampland and rainforest. Even the shapes of the plants don't go beyond the outlines of Earth's plants - I thought it was a real 40K world. There will be some filth from the alien planet in the Garden of Nurgle, such as the filth in Bean Sprout’s cognition.”

Liang Feifan, the terminator who had switched his descendant body to a Gray Knight, waved the Heavenly Punishment Force Field weapon in his hand and chopped melons and vegetables with his Gray Knight chessmen to deal with the weaker Nurgle Demon. , while using the fire-breathing device on his wrist to spray out a slightly golden flame, he crawled a group of sneaky Nurglings near him in an attempt to 'rescue' a Nurgling beast that had almost been burned to carbon. All members were sent back to the reincarnation of the subspace, while complaining about the environment of the Garden of Nurgle. In order to ensure that their five senses would not be insulted, the Hammermen all opened their sensory filters to the maximum, so that the scene they saw was extremely similar to A game called "Boltgun" - however, this does not prevent them from using the knowledge they have to figure out the original appearance of these things growing in the garden...

"It can only mean that the 40K subspace is indeed following the wide-area subconscious cognition of the chief overlord in the universe - before 40K humans began to set foot in the subspace, the Nurgle realm may have been the corrupted cognition of the Eldar - hiss ! Do you think the reason why Douya, the Goddess of Life, doesn’t think the Nurgle realm is dirty is because Douya and humans have different understandings of this aspect?”

Already in love with Blood Crow's advent body, the God of Hands took his other chess pieces and squatted next to Commissar Sister's Emperor's Poison Blade that was full of kill marks. He pulled the trigger to help Commissar Sister's troops clear the road ahead. At the same time, thoughts were diverging rapidly in her mind - races on different planets must have different perceptions of stagnation and corruption, so Goddess Aisha didn't think living in the realm of Nurgle was a big problem, except that the two-phase nature was actually very high. Also, is it possible that Sprouts don't find Nurgle's Garden 'dirty' at all?

"If this is really the case, Master Thirteen will be sad."

Standing majestically on his Scorpio, he commanded his Dabai chess pieces to use phosphorus fire weapons to burn all the supernatural eggs in front of him. The Nurgle fly with most of its wings swooped down towards him and exploded into a ball of fire, happily accepting the divine choice's idea.

"...I don't think bean sprouts

Nurgle Garden will feel clean. "