Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

"It's polite, Founding Governor. It's rude to come here uninvited. In return, he will take a photo of me for tomorrow's front page, in my current posture." The sergeant pressed the data pad and just said that His terrible body was enough to ruin his reputation, but the governor didn't care.

"Do I think you can walk back? Secondly, Brother Astartes, the minion of the Empire, Falcon, I think if he falls, will the Imperial Guard treat the world badly?" The Governor remained calm, his data pupils Looking at the soldier, his leg fingers, or to be precise, countless leg fingers were tapping on the control panel.

"Is it okay if I take refuge in Chaos?" the Master Chief asked.

"Does the Empire care about me?" the Governor asked the most deadly question. "How many Space Marines were killed by the High Lords after the Badab War, and those unwarranted sins were pinned on the heads of those heroes. That denies my loyalty."

"Even if the blood has dried up, I may not be recognized. After all, there is no difference between the Space Marines and the Adeptus Mechanicus, right?" The Governor confuses the crowd and changes the concept. Can the Space Marines be the son of the Emperor's son? , in terms of blood relationship, Coco is more "human" than today's humans.

What's more, the Eagle of Destruction was born in the Ultramarines Chapter of the Sons of Guilliman, and he is not the purest blood group. If it is normal, the Master Chief cannot be bewitched by him.

But the slightest hope and expectation in his heart made the space warrior's thoughts confused, and Ruming became even more uncertain.

"I said…"

At this moment, the governor suddenly stopped moving. "Enough, time is over. Astartes, I was just in time to shoot." He pressed the east button, and the buzzing gears and strange things jamming appeared in the sound of the servo.

The monsters in the petri dish raised their heads and looked around in a humane manner, and soon, greed based on biomass crawled into their minds.

When the four muscular Astartes were in front of them, compared to the highly modified iron lump on the high platform, they almost didn't need to control before they attacked the Master Chiefs crazily.

At this moment, the genetic sage showed a trace of human pain, and then he was relieved. Although the group of insects was not completely controlled by him, it was enough when the number was so huge.

But even so, not only is the control system not perfect, but the number of samurai who walked out of the petri dish is only about 50, and even if the flesh and blood of subspace and demons are added, those things will only change from crazy to okay. Be a little quieter.

The power of the insect swarm is too powerful. It is not a problem to block the call of the insect nest or let the beasts sleep forever. He paid such a high price to produce the insect nest warriors and their parasitic weapons...

He also knows when to do something. He moves his huge body and moves out very quickly. Where is his forbidden area, and no matter how he leaves, it is the thing he knows best. In comparison, the Eastern Space Marines are much more passive. .

Those terrifying things with tearing claws and venom cannons on their legs were driven eastward by biomass, and the Master Chief furiously fired a blast past the Governor's huge body, and was hit by a tit-for-tat warrior bug. Disrupted the rhythm.

When the Master Chief wanted to ignore that damn giant creature, but was blocked by its complex and strong compound feet against the roaring power sword, and watched the Gene Sage leave, his anger reached its limit.

The Falcon roared in the light of the Destruction Stand. He kicked away the roaring and twisted face of the thing, and inserted the power sword into its head. After roaring and trembling, the warrior insect that lost control of the will of the insect swarm died from the most basic cut.

But as soon as one left, another came out. The numerical disadvantage made the Master Chief fall into a passive position. He was unable to defeat enemies on either side. Although it was not a compulsory course for space warriors to fight with less, his body and equipment were no worse than him. beast, the feeling of powerlessness still exists.

The other battle brothers were swinging their weapons back to back, the chainsword's monomolecular blade tearing through flesh and exoskeleton, but there was one thing that the burst of fireworks expressed, and that was the heavy loss of the blade, and just a few more aliens would be enough. It must be replaced. How to replace it if the posthumous title is still there...

After cutting several monster bodies, blood and armor flew in the air. Bursts of explosive bombs replaced the chain swords. Close range shooting and fist fights were carried out with the cutting of SLR sub-sabers.

When the nearest samurai insect used its tearing claws to scratch through the Space Marine's shoulder armor, and the black armor plates on the armor were already visible to the naked eye, he had to become pessimistic. "Sir, can they retreat?"

The Master Chief's power machine was once again stained with alien blood, but there was an endless supply of roaring bugs. It was difficult for their jetpack to operate normally in such an outdoor environment. The chain sword collapsed, and the possibility of breaking out of the siege was extremely low. He had to say . "Live to die, brother."

He looked at the Silent Falcon in his legs. Just like the spirit represented by that relic, he had to sacrifice heroically at this moment to pass the spirit of the Destroying Eagle eastward.

When the sharp bone knife cut open the armor of his legs and arms, he used a fierce force to cut off the head of the chief warrior, a bigger and more ferocious thing.

But under the cover of the corpses of his companions, another chief struck, wielding a powerful force and a special bone knife like a power sword. The power of that terrifying parasitic weapon was not even inferior to that of the Silent Falcon.

The Master Chief was knocked to the ground. The soldier who could still remain standing even if he took one Lemanus frontal cannon, hesitated due to fatigue, hesitation, and guilt, and paid the price for it.

The bright red bone knife was raised high, the parasite roared like a server, and the chief warrior roared even more crazily and greedily.

But what waited for him at first was not the honor of returning to the Golden Throne, nor the roaring bells of Terra mourning the souls of heroes, but a small mortal, much smaller than the samurai Zong Genji, holding a big melta gun. call. "No Emperor!"

Sizzling, the sound of evaporating air that was too familiar to a Space Marine and the golden solution of the chitinous exoskeleton being dissolved, the Master Chief realized that there was nothing like what he said in the school. Ready to prepare...

He stood up holding the weapon and looked at the monsters ready to move in the countless petri dishes. Explosive bombs, melt, lasers, and hell guns, with the help of the stormtroopers, almost instantly tore apart the complex swarm of insects. , evaporating all the samurai insects.

But more monsters walked out of the petri dish, greedily waving their flesh and blood. The mortal stormtroopers were torn apart almost instantly. Those brave mortals could barely avoid the greedy killing of Yidong's tearing claws, but the warrior bugs couldn't. Just do some activities.

Almost instantly, the blood spread across the metal ground, but the heroes from Chuji Academy were not afraid. They relied on the death of their companions to buy time, and the scattered and close-knit stormtroopers smashed the insect's body with hot melt.

Even so, it is not profitable for the empire, or even guaranteed to make money without losing money. No matter how elite it is, it is not a mortal. In such a situation, if it is exchanged with the alien elite, its soul will definitely return to gold. throne.

In that dark universe, no individual life is truly valuable. If all beliefs and auras are put aside, even if the original body is wronged by that empire, it is not of vital importance. In the end, it all depends on how much merit and worth he can exert. Just strength.

The 20-man Stormtrooper team effectively used their lives to delay the enemy, and the Space Marines killed them. In just a few minutes, the warrior bugs were slaughtered. They lost the will of the swarm and had no one to command them, even though their wildness and nature could provide them with great strength. The combat effectiveness, but now has also lost the most important tactical ability.

The beasts are beasts or not, they are far from the real insect swarm, but even so, mortals will lose more than half.

After killing the bugs that were still alive and destroying a large number of petri dishes, the biological liquid and dead warrior bugs all over the floor even filled the narrow laboratory, and the Forge Governor had disappeared.

The Master Chief thanked the Storm Troopers with mixed emotions. "Thank me, no Emperor."

The Stormtrooper responded with the Aquila Ceremony as the highest recognition, but for him, the thank you from the demigod was enough to honor him for that action.

Money and worldly enjoyment are no longer important to Stormtroopers. They are the Emperor's currency. Although it is not the largest denomination or the largest quantity, it is still very important.

But the Governor would not let them go. After several rapid rumblings and vibrations, the equipment's destruction program was also started. Although some people often talk about adding self-destruction programs to secret facilities, using tens of millions of kilograms of explosives to destroy that area seems Stupid and easily taken advantage of.

But the best way to hide a secret is to destroy it. This has always been the case throughout the ages.

"Damn heretic." The Master Chief cursed secretly, picked up the two eyeballs on his belt, and approached the door as quickly as possible.

[Permission has expired] The Gothic language on the electronic screen spoke dark green and cold words. The Master Chief picked up the long sword, and the blood-stained blade passed through the iron door. Fireworks and Honkai Impact made the giant adamantine door roar. Ringed.

"Authority...His authority is not his sword!" He kicked hard, and the entire fine gold gate collapsed. The smoke raised made it difficult to see the road. They moved forward despite the fog.

The servitors in front were firing continuously, and the depleted uranium flintlock was buried in the Master Chief's chest. But if Superman's body was immune to radiation and penetrating wounds, would he have wielded the power sword like a demon from hell, instantly cutting off those disgusting machines? .

Wetware and hardware spilled, oil or blood mixed, bolters and hellguns roared, tearing the Master Chief's way toward the surface.

At this moment, the Master Chief had to sigh again, when will it be the last time he fights side by side with a mortal? At this moment, the curse of the Falcon is also broken. Without living towards death, there are heroes and heroes.

A mortal bore the curse on his behalf. He had no repayment, so he could insert his sword into the emergency passage leading to the surface. The thick adamantine door could not meet the challenge he encountered for the first time. At least he would serve for a long time. Among them, there are few heretics and aliens who can build such a heavy defense.

Fine gold is priceless, and it is no exaggeration to say that the solid fine gold in the iron gate is enough to cast a Lemanus!

"Huhu... Huhu..." With the continuous fighting and weakness, wounds and fatigue, it was hard for him to imagine that he had enough energy to cut open something that he usually couldn't open with all his strength.

But whether he is a comrade-in-arms, a mortal, or a brother, the war situation is all on his shoulders. "His emperor! His ancestor! If I still protect the soul of the empire, help him!"

"Give it to him, break it open!"

He roared and shouted, and his withered physical strength reached the critical point, and then collapsed, but soon, a steady stream of power came from the Falcon, that sharp power sword, the complex runes inlaid on the sword, the first generation The best blessing of the Chapter Master, there is no cursed sword, no destruction, they are the sons of Guilliman, they are the warriors of the Ghost Peak.

Zip, sizzle, sizzle, it was the first time I witnessed such a gorgeous fireworks. The stormtroopers looked at the giant as if it was begging to open up the world. The fingers of his legs holding the hell gun were sweating. The roaring countdown to destruction had come to an end. , he lowered his head and prayed to the emperor.

And the silver sun will shine on them, because he knows that his children will not be so fragile.

Buzzing, sizzling, fine financialization, clicking, booming, the gears rotate, the huge explosion-proof door starts, and the countdown returns to 3, 2 at this moment...

Run, run wildly, whether they are gods or mortals, but at this moment the stormtroopers must be slow, they will die, those bursts of heat are too deadly, there is no doubt that they will die, and they will die generously.

The Stormtrooper Captain closed his eyes, it was almost time, the Emperor came to pick him up...

But he felt a lightness in his body. The four Space Marines actually picked up their group of mortals and moved forward as fast as they could. At this moment, the Stormtrooper felt like he was riding a motorcycle, and the wind was blowing through his mask. It can be felt that, for Space Marines, it seems that there is no burden for one person to take two to three adult men...

There is no sunshine when you come to the east, something that has not been seen for a long time, the hive is bustling, is there a place there? The surprised civilians looked at the statue of the emperor. Is that the central square?

central square? ! The stormtrooper captain was usually calm and neither angry nor happy, but now he was swearing. "Emperor! Everyone there will die!"

Realizing the situation, the Master Chief stood behind him and put the soldier in his arms. He lifted the explosion-proof door with all his strength. At the first second of the explosion, he used all the power of the thousand kilograms of fine gold to withstand it.

He didn't have the confidence to withstand it, but after a moment, the living stormtrooper suddenly pressed his small body against the iron door without fear of death, and connected with his brother. His strength became stronger and stronger, so much so that the explosion was not counted. What, even though the blond hair is so blond that it scares him, his mission is perfect at the moment...

Live to die!

Noisy, buzzing, violent smoke, curious people, there is a secret passage to the east of the emperor's statue that is usually considered unopenable. Too much chaos gathers in the nest, and several nobles are begging for help. The family, the local state religion, came one after another.

They looked at the demigods in surprise and fear, slumped to the east of the emperor's statue. They seemed to have no loyalty or purity, but they held the data tablet high and said. "Now, it's time for us to understand the real situation. Stop dreaming and wake up!"