Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

That forging world is not completely dead. There is a life system in the desert on the ground. A large amount of materials are pulled into the thin atmosphere of that world, and then are continuously consumed, so that the various elements and water molecules actually produced are in That place that was almost dead took thousands of years to give birth to life.

The creatures there are not aborigines, but subspecies that have been independently adapted to the environment of that world, resulting from constant commerce and trade.

A gerbil that the Ensign had observed ran through the extinguished Imperial Guard camp, crossed the trench, jumped over the bolt shells lying on the ground, and passed like a slide across the helmet of a dead man. The bayonet dropped from the sky and penetrated the body, and was placed on the fire to roast.

At the entrance of the main nest, the Imperial Guard did not enter as expected. The "ceremonial" soldiers wearing gorgeous red military uniforms and exaggerated high hats, and the elites of Partoria stood as vigilant as missing swords.

Compared with the other Imperial Guards who assisted Partoria, such as the boys of the 17th Varea Infantry Regiment who joined when the Sun Lord called on Dong, they were not so spineless.

"Damn it, the Emperor is here, why didn't you go in? Didn't the angels open the door?" A noncommissioned officer wiped his gray face, pulled out the gerbil teeth that had been roasted until they were almost burnt brown, and then Biting at the poor corpse.

The campfire was built with dry dead wood. The recruits added firewood numbly, and then sighed. "Sir, the local residents refused to cooperate. They were attacked at night after the garrison troops entered. Early the next day, there was no excrement in the camp tents."

"A group of unscrupulous people who redeemed them on behalf of the empire, but now they are blocked outside and eat dead rats?" the Master Chief cursed, and then glanced at the well-trained "lobster soldiers" in the Partoria Legion.

"Those guys are not human, are they really human? They are highly vigilant every day, and their fighting power is very strong. They don't care about their lives when fighting..."

Compared with the elites like Skadi, the powerful Partoria Legion and the infantry regiment born in the ordinary nest city of Varea are almost completely different in combat quality and combat effectiveness. The Master Chief felt lonely.

He originally thought that his transition from the PDF (Planetary Defense Agency) to the Imperial Guard was already at the pinnacle of his life. His combat effectiveness was recognized and exceeded 90% of the living people in the empire, but in the real battlefield, there were more elites.

The recruit just smiled stupidly. "Didn't they see Brother Astartes? The Zhai Lu conflict is over, and they will have the capital to brag in the regiment when they return."

The Master Chief sighed. "Xinbing Daoxuan's optimism, those giants are coming, I think they can go back..."

"Listen, when you see the angel, please destroy all the enemies, please destroy them all, so that those supermen can go back, even they can't go back!"

The recruit chanted. "You can say that when the angel comes, you are sure of victory!!"

"Fart, the enemy is not strong, they will not come. Let me see how many brothers were killed in the battle some time ago. The Lord of the Sun is really powerful. He actually has a demigod accompanying him. If he wins, he will definitely win. I hope he can see it. A star that day.”

Yes, this is indeed what the veteran lamented. Although the power of Chaos is hopeless, most people cannot deny the prosperity brought by the alliance of the three planets in the East of Chaos Faith and the wealth of materials produced by the reduction of 11 taxes.

As its leader, Militias enjoyed more resources, and the huge war factory also had extraordinary supplies and abundance.

And the people there know very well that all of this was brought about by Melkor, the sage and governor. Since he is not the tyrant of that terrible world, nor is he a sage who cares about the people, there is no contradiction. His tyranny is in the wrong place. towards his colleagues and towards the Empire.

On the contrary, he is an extremely rational, idealistic, and intelligent madman. He can clearly distinguish the most precious things in the world, the human heart and productivity, and they are all firmly grasped in his legs at this moment.

The production, stationing, and strategic deployment of the Imperial Guard are hampered by the interference of the residents. For the Chaos traitors, if the Imperial Guard shoots and kills civilians, it means that they have completely given up on their own salvation.

The war is far from certain, and what little public opinion is left in the empire is lost? If it doesn't work, it won't be time for settlement.

The unruly people can be killed with a box of explosive bombs, but in a hive with hundreds of millions of people, the will of the residents is added to the weapons and equipment provided by the traitors. If the Imperial Guard oppresses them and they also take the initiative to betray, the war will be completely passive.

The war started when the Astartes knocked open the factory door of the Forging Hive with an iron fist. Zhiming fell into the quagmire and was unable to move. The colonel of the Partoria Legion rubbed his temples at the command point and communicated with the demigod Master Chief. .

"The soldiers are dissatisfied. The residents are so resistant to the Imperial Guard. They have opened the physical door, but there is no way to break through the wall in their hearts."

The messy pipelines and narrow spaces in the messy command point were buried underground so that the sergeants of the Destruction Eagle Chapter had to lower their heads. With a height of two and a half meters and thick powered armor, the armor was covered with complex runes. His great achievements are recorded, and his awareness of having experienced hundreds of battles is not only sensitive to war.

he said. "People in that world don't know the bad things about forging governors. They use human corpses to conduct heretical experiments, rob merchant ships to obtain supplies, and the most terrifying thing is that many people often disappear outside the hive."

"In that world, there are no seamless walls, so they have to stir up its cracks." The Master Chief evaluated the current situation and analyzed the situation calmly.

"What was the literacy rate like in that world?" he asked.

I wanted to smoke a cigar at school, but asked because he was wrongly admired by giants. "May I?"

The sergeant of the Eagles of Destruction nodded, as usual in school, and asked him if he wanted one.

After confirming the wrong idea, he slowly blew out the smoke ring and said again. "The literacy rate is very high. Do you want to promote the culture? Promote the things that the local foundry governor secretly does?"

"That's right, step up the propaganda. Since the governor of that world has given so many favors to those civilians, let him reap the consequences."

The Master Chief replied and continued. "And he will investigate the experimental area of ​​the main nest and obtain conclusive proof to encourage humanity. By then, passive people will not deny them."

"Excellent idea. The mission is difficult. It is not the first time for him to fight side by side with the Brother Astartes. Is it an honor? Do you need his soldiers to follow you?" The school asked sincerely, wanting to know, but Fighting with those imperial supermen, is it a gift from the emperor's protection? Even if you narrowly escape death, some people will flock to it.

The Master Chief was wearing his red helmet, and the armor's grid device made a rough electronic sound.

"Living towards death is a heavy responsibility that is unbearable for mortals, but it is not the right path for others. There is no need for companionship. May the Emperor protect me, mortal."

Click, the heavy armor walked out of the bunker, looked at the demigods going away, sucked up the last breath of smoke in the school, and picked up his communicator.

"Stormtroopers, follow those superhumans without seeking to be exposed. If they don't come back, you can go see the Emperor. And he knows that we are the weak ones in that mission, but our fate can be changed." When the Astartes return, they will bury us as heroes of the Empire."

"No Emperor."

The communicator answered with a hissing voice, but his will was firm. "No Emperor."

Is it a battlefield? How quiet is the current situation in Bulong? It is still not a war. The communicator was hung up at the school, and the elite stormtroopers with full body armor also sneaked out and approached the complex main nest, using their specially-made single-handed weapons. The soldiers' hidden armor and elite training barely kept up with those superhumans.

And soon, the empire's transport planes flew over the residential areas, and the traitors who controlled the core area fired with close-range anti-aircraft guns. However, several transport planes did not enter the core area of ​​the city, but just wandered around the residential areas full of buildings and high-rise buildings. .

The citizens of the empire were very nervous. They fled in all directions, looking for air-raid shelters. Some people spread their legs and arms crazily, and cursed the Imperial Guard's port as if to end the trial. Some people took advantage of the chaos to rob, emptying empty shops, some cried, and some were beaten. Trampled to death by the rioting pace.

In that huge city where hundreds of millions of people live, complex human nature reveals all aspects of life in the low roar of the Bulldog transport plane.

Crazy or indifferent, greedy or kind, but someone soon discovered that what landed was not a virus bomb or a cyclone torpedo, but a book recording the dark side of the hive city.

Organ reselling, human body modification, human trafficking, stimulants, hallucinogens, in that glamorous and beautiful city, at the pinnacle of wisdom of human civilization in the empire, the things written there are unsightly.

"Did the Governor do it? Did Governor Melkor do it??!" Some people shouted, some were angry, and soon, the judicial police officers of the Ministry of Justice with electric batons on their legs were wearing law enforcement armor and carrying the will of the Governor. fighter servitors, shooting civilians with massive water cannons and non-lethal projectiles.

There was chaos and screaming, but a few people calmly collected the brochures issued by the Imperial Guard and hid them in boxes or garbage bags in dark places, waiting for the limelight to pass before studying them carefully.

Such chaos gave the Destruction Falcon the opportunity to sneak into the core area. The Master Chief looked at the towering spire and felt that the Imperial Needle was truly a spectacular creation.

It overlooks the entire main nest. It is the largest and oldest building in Minatilia. It is a 3,000-meter-high iron tower. It was built in memory of the emperor 4,000 years ago, but it has more significance than that. Whether it reflects the superb engineering and construction skills of the local people.

It is taller than the jagged towers of the Ministry of Justice, and even dwarfs the twin towers of the Palace of the Ecclesiarchy.

When it is clear and cloudless, the entire city becomes a giant moondial, and the iron tower acts as a pointer. The residents of the city can accurately judge the time from which streets are in shadow.

At this moment, their goal is to sneak into it. Through the information provided by the Sun Lord, most of the technology laboratories were buried in the east of the tower by the genetic sage Melkor. They need to enter like a nightmare to ensure that the matter goes smoothly. conduct.

The huge soot produced by industrial production now floats eastward from the leaden sky like volcanic ash, staining the Gothic roofs and towers of that ancient gray city red.

Snow is accumulating on the ornate exterior of the house, on the wrought-iron gutters, brass eaves, skeletal fire escapes and lancets.

Relying on the complex street cover, Destruction Eagle's special team, a total of four people, directly subordinate to the non-commissioned officers of the fourth company, moved forward in an orderly manner.

It's hard to imagine that such a huge armor and thick body can be so silent, but the anti-gravity and anti-shock equipment installed on the power armor by the Mechanicum, coupled with the fit provided by the improved electronic fiber bundles, can indeed make the interstellar The soldiers advance silently.

They are neither Falcons nor Nightmares at the moment, and they still need lower legs if they want to enter the Empire Tower. The heroes are born in an almost savage wilderness called Ghost Peak, their hometown.

There are not so many metal cities there, and there are not necessarily that many people there, but hundreds of years of war experience have allowed them to come to the hive city more than once.

The Master Chief used his powerful legs and arms to bend the East Waterway entrance on the east level of the city. Such a huge city requires a terrible sewage system or ventilation and cooling system, and the largest one he has ever seen is the pipe in the notorious Nekmonroda. , much larger than the almost five-meter-thick monster in front of him.

The humid air and the moss growing on the walls of the pipe made it almost like a different world. When the Master Chief led the soldiers eastward and turned on the night vision, a black and red high-definition picture appeared, and the outside of the pipe had been thousands of years old. No one takes care of it.

They had only walked a few hundred meters when the savage plants that spawned wantonly attacked the demigods with razor-like blades. Yes, they could not see the color clearly due to night vision, but based on experience, if it should be green, then it should be no. Although it is unknown where the predatory plants were buried to clean up the beasts outside the pipeline, they are definitely primitive creatures of that world.

As long as they didn't alarm them, the sergeant stepped forward quickly. The demigod first waved his fist and held down the entire giant plant bush, then stuck the roots with a monomolecule saber, and then uprooted it like a gardener.

When hit, the entire carnivorous plant as tall as a mortal, about 1.7 meters tall, was pulled out instantly, and then fell to the pipe, overflowing with dark green liquid.

The monster-like green plant was squirming on the ground at this moment, seeking to take root again and gain nutrients. The Master Chief raised his foot at this moment, and the weight of a small vehicle instantly crushed the disgusting thing, and even the outside of the pipe was dented. .

Then the Master Chief glanced at his armor, and there were obvious scratches on his fists. The leaves of that creature were comparable to single-molecule blades, and they were very weak...

"Keep going to the west, east of the pipe to the right, and find the enemy according to the plan." He ordered in a leisurely manner, and when the supermen left, the human elites, peak mortals, and stormtroopers who appeared behind them looked at the ground with lingering fear. of mud…

And ask yourself, if they encounter that thing, how many people will die?