Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Advancement, survival, war, those things turned into filth and flowed into the East Waterway, and its manifestations were rich blood, minced meat, and nauseating. Even if the Space Marines could block any breath through thick power armor, they would still Feeling sick.

"Emperor..." The members of the Destruction Eagle stepped on the sticky, red rotten substance that was sticky and tough, clinging to the giant's soles.

"Sir, where will the large amount of biomass go? There are no oceans or large lakes there, let alone fertile swamps or soil. The cost of processing and using it is also extremely high, but there are no specialized processing plants in the city." The Astartes warriors realized something was wrong.

That sentence reminded the Master Chief, and he instantly smelled that unpleasant smell, which was very familiar to the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle Chapter. He had tasted a similar smell more than once, that kind of damp and dark smell. It feels like conspiracy and death materialized.

"Who needs flesh and blood, the sludge of desire, brothers, go east, along the Red River." The sergeant chief walked at the front, the brothers were silent, and just wiped the blades in their legs gently, in that place, the murder on the surface , contradictions, are also thrown into it.

There were many sightings of citizens of the empire heading east along the Red River. Filth and death were gathered in the east-east pipeline, and the Master Chief became more and more certain that he had found his target.

Silent and quiet, dark and still, the stench of blood and the sewage gas produced by decay are constantly soaking in the nightmare like a stirring cauldron.

They walked forward as if inside a giant medicine bottle. The main nest composed of mortals was more like a giant distiller, extracting, separating and pouring the substances into it at this moment.

Now the desire to gather was almost real. The Master Chief's footsteps suddenly slowed down. He touched the enemy's location with a superhuman feeling. He turned off the grid device, the sound no longer came out, and the communicator hissed, replacing the original cry.

"Found it, brothers."

"Nothing unexpected happened, it was expected, but the journey to the Ming Dynasty went smoothly, but when they faced the chaotic heretics and alien scum, they needed to cheer up. They must be strong and never surrender."

"To the east, you will lose the emperor."

The Destruction Eagles strolled close to the end of the pipe. Red things came out of the 6-meter-long pipe, and dark blood slowly descended eastward with pieces of meat and other objects, landing at the end of the sloped pipe.

Gurgling, gurgling, the sticky stuff was spilled into the giant metal boiler, but there was not a trace of water splash. It was too sticky to flow.

There are five heavy-duty servitors using modified huge servo limbs to diligently stir the huge boiler, but even if it is so huge, it cannot accommodate so much biomass, can they be precipitated for a period of time? It will continue to fall eastward after a while.

No one knows where the filth will reach, but the Master Chief can be sure that it is not a loyal thing, and it is even extremely filthy.

The auspicious instrument slowly probed the space in the east. There was not much response in the small room, just the electrical signal from the presence of the organic servant, and the holographic projection displayed in the visor also showed the picture there.

Looking for a way to describe it, a word flashed through the Master Chief's mind: kitchen. It looked like a kitchen, filled with all kinds of things for servitors to use, such as meat-cutting knives, giant nets, and small nets for extracting debris. etc.

Whether the function there is to keep the huge boiler running normally, there is no doubt that the outside of that evil place is still full of various mysteries, such as the Star Marines seeking to raise that question.

The Master Chief took out the data pad and began to take pictures of the situation there. There were not many things that could be seen clearly in the dark pipes, but very few. Just such a picture could be considered a hidden biomass processing site in the east. , still unable to overthrow the fortress of Governor Ruming.

The Master Chief picked up his monomolecular saber, pointed it horizontally at the servitors, and then suddenly jumped to the east, crushing the poor thing with his body weighing a thousand kilograms. Poof, a dim sound appeared, and just before his companion Because when the sound was reacted, several separated single-molecule sabers were thrown and inserted into the processing center of the servitor.

The tacit understanding of the four Space Marines allowed the Master Chief to do things that would be considered crazy by mortals without any worries. As a result, one heavy-duty servitor was crushed to death and four died on the blade. It was a mistake that was difficult for mortals to pay for. Now as weak as a chicken.

"Cleaning completed."

The Master Chief continued to take pictures of the situation with a tablet, then grabbed the servitors with one leg and threw them into the huge boiler. Due to the weight of their modifications, they slowly submerged into the liquid.

The proficiency of destroying corpses and eradicating traces makes people frown. Is the killing machine that was born from the interstellar warriors unable to kill destined to exist like this? So far, I haven't seen anything heretical in that room. It could be considered an ordinary imperial fortress without some bones and imperial symbols.

A little disappointed, after all, the place created by such a heretic traitor actually looked normal at first glance like a processing factory, but the Master Chief began to slowly knock on the wall there. The structure there was very strange, there was no door, and it seemed that the servitor was like He was kept in that place like an accessory to work, but according to the Mechanicus' perverted desire for control, he would definitely leave the east gate.

Dong dong dong... "Found it..." Melt? Not a power weapon? The sound of breaking was too loud, but the auspicious instrument did not have the ability to detect through thick metal. The Master Chief was a little unsure. The servitor must not have the key, because the environment there obviously did not require them to have any rights.

"Break the door!" He took out his power sword, so that it could be hidden without using adamantine. The door could not even withstand the explosion of explosive bombs. If it could make less noise, he asked to use the holy relic to make the sergeant feel a little better. Struggle, but it is gone in a flash. A weapon is just a weapon, no matter how sacred it is, it is not a tool!

That kind of thinking allowed the Master Chief to create miracles in many complicated wars involving the honor of the empire, allowing him to reach the heights of Ruming, and that time he still did not betray his own path and moved forward.

The blade was about to sink into it, but the Master Chief's sensitive facial features felt something good, snapping, footsteps, messy and loose, but it was definitely there.

"Secret!" He instantly sneaked into the corner of the field of vision, while some of the other brothers hid behind the boiler, and some preferred surprise like him, but they could always make their two-meter-tall body inconspicuous at this moment.

The door hidden in the adamantine wall slowly opened. After the sound of gears clicking, the strange team of about ten people, one priest, four cultists, and five servitors showed their dissatisfaction. The priest's mechanized grid machine roared in place of his weak, inaudible voice.

"Where are those servitors? Are we not keeping strict supervision? He begged to check the condition of the boiler regularly to prevent the servitors from running out of power and being sucked into the boiler. It's fine now. Let's drain the equipment and fish out those big iron lumps."

It was obviously not the first time they had done this, and those people seemed natural and skillful in emptying the liquid, picking up tools, and blocking the pipes. But their conscientiousness was not comparable to the Space Marines or the heroes of the Falcon of Destruction. extra.

After a mortal cultist turned on the button, he felt a pulling force from behind, and then cold metal pressed against his body. It felt like a huge hydraulic press touched his head, and his vision went black...

The Chief wiped the blood and body fluids from his leg armor, put the guy away, quickly approached another mortal, and instantly cut his head with his saber.

With such a situation playing out on all sides of the room, one Space Marine would need to kill two people to completely turn the situation into a one-sided advantage.

A few minutes later, the Mechanicus Priest could no longer see any living people in the middle of the room, and his electromagnetic voice was still calling them. "Norn, Bruno, Cade?" He was a little panicked, as if he realized that the situation was good, and the Mechanicus was not a materialist, but he had indeed seen a lot of witchcraft.

At this moment, he felt that the circuit in his mind was broken, but before he could run away, the Space Marine's thick legs and arms held his head, and the entire display was filled with ice and darkness.

"Traitor, what do I want to do?" the sergeant asked, and the priest answered in an emotionless voice. "He needs to ask for support. Obviously that matter is no longer required. Let him survive. His data is the key to opening the door. His unmodified retina is the best equipment key. He can predict us. What do you need, demigod?"

"Cooperate, let them cooperate. He has already seen that the founding governor is unhappy. That matter will become easier because of his joining." He spoke very fast but standard, speaking fluently in low Gothic, fearing the wrong side. The demigod asked one more question.

But the Master Chief did. "That's it. Thank you for your cooperation."

"He feels your loyalty, and now they just need a little bit of dedication."

The priest replied excitedly. "Yes, yes, of course!" When Donglai came, he felt the thick leg fingers inserted into his throat like a leg knife, completely destroying his vocal system, and it stung when Donglai came.

The Space Marine pinched his head and pulled the entire eyeball out, as if getting its garnish from a cocktail.

Blood, oil and parts fell to the ground along with fragments of flesh and blood. "Thank you for your contribution to the Emperor, Mechanicus." The sergeant has always disliked traitors, not to mention he doesn't like the Mechanicus either. The two guys are stacked up against each other at this moment, and it is difficult to stop him.

He picked up the eyeball and shook it towards the hidden door. Soon, after sensing the wet eyeball of the person with authority, the door made a sizzling gear sound and then opened.

When the Space Marines walked out, they saw that the dark underground corridor outside looked like a dug-out air raid shelter. However, according to the direction of the fluid going east, the Master Chief almost instantly judged that it was definitely going through the slowly descending eastward passage on the right. no problem.

But no one knew, before the door of the room was still closed, dozens of elite stormtroopers crawled out of the pipe. They were not as elegant or even as elegant as the Space Marines, but because of the stench and smell inside. It was blocked and almost soaked in blood.

Now they had to rush out as fast as possible and silently before the external secret door closed, which was extremely painful. Even so, they did not give up the mission, and even slowly followed the extremely fast pace of the Space Marines. It also represents the limit of what humans can do.

The willpower and spirit erupted by the soldiers of Zhongji Academy cannot be compared to that of ordinary soldiers. When they follow the steps of the demigods, their energy is nothing compared to the pain they endured during training.

After the Space Marines stepped into the bottom of the eastbound tunnel and activated the door with their retinas, they slowly entered the deepest part of the east. The scenery there was surprising. There were tens of thousands of densely packed giant petri dishes. A solution of organic biomass breeds something resembling Zerg warrior bugs.

But compared to those hunters and killers outside the galaxy, the existence there is obviously more demonic. A small number of mutated sharp horns and red exoskeletons have a sense of evil, and as for the terrifying metal monsters, to be precise The genetic sage, Melkor, was at the high console constantly pressing the east button with his tentacles and pulling the lever.

There is no computer to judge the biomass and input required by each individual, so he uses his own judgment and technology to create a group of vanguard soldiers that are unique to him and are cut off from the will of the insect swarm.

That group of biological monsters can make up for the weakness of that world without intelligent robots. At this point, in that forging world, their ground troops will be truly powerful.

The powerful genetic sage was more like a monster than a mechanical sage. To be precise, it was a huge spider, which was very different from what the Imperial Guard and even the Space Marines had collected and recorded by the Empire.

He usually looks like an ordinary Mechanicus Priest to the outside world, so many people think that he is a lucky person with mediocre talent. After all, his rule for a hundred years has focused on people's livelihood, but outside the Mechanicus, he has achieved very few results. .

At this moment, the monster's body has many artificial joints and legs and arms to satisfy his absolute needs. Because of the control of that place, the huge platform cannot accommodate his special body. The light of wisdom is flowing in his eyes, and the huge The roar of the body driven by the servo is even more amazing.

"What a monster heretic." The Master Chief sighed hidden in the dark haze, and took out his data version to prepare for shooting. Just after the action appeared, the huge genetic sage made an almost gentle voice and talked to him The distorted appearance is completely different, but it is consistent with the voice of his outer shell that he clearly wronged the people.

At this moment, a thought flashed in the Master Chief's mind. Did he really like the citizens of the empire and wanted them to live and work in peace and contentment?

But he quickly shook his head, because the heretic said. "Welcome, Brother Astartes, he has met the most respected guests so far, none of them. Of course, if the Sun Lord comes there, can he please repeat those words."

The Master Chief touched his sword at this moment, his murderous intention already aroused.