Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Skadi, Skadi, the words formed by that word have become synonymous with ruins and the haze of death. Even if the atmosphere has been discovered, people cannot completely feel at ease.

The once-familiar place seemed to have become a changed place, and the huge hive city was turned into ruins. Use hot melt to cut in from the outside, and drill into the not too big building cavity that was also established after the collapse. Promethium light. East, a place still the size of a football field is beginning to take shape.

Debris and ruins are crowded with the former ground. Because of the heavy cover of the hive, the dead people are like haze, leaving indifferent traces on the relatively intact walls. They are like a black haze, but they are not real human-shaped things. .

After revisiting the old place, many people recognized it. There was not much communication between the hives, and the veterans who were at the same time as Alan Bair were very special. Dudong realized that there was half of the emperor in the middle of the ruins. The statue of the emperor, and the broken signboard next to it, listed several restaurants that Alan Beyer remembered as frequented by his workers.

Because of the thing about saving food for wine, he rarely tasted it. In fact, it was the first time he ate quite normal food. However, when the transport plane came on the second day of joining the army, he had to complain about the registration of the Imperial Guard.

You don't even need to sign (most people can't write their names) to receive a set of military uniforms and body armor, and a set of field food.

Seeing the once familiar place become like this, the former storefront disappears, leaving only the tattered signboard, but the news is not bad. On the contrary, the Imperial Guard can rely on it to locate the location and know where they are going. action.

There are still many people in Port who have become demoralized because of that incident. Unlike the Sun Lords, they each have family and friends, ruthless people or colleagues, and they actually live in that world.

Reality will never be real, the material world cannot be changed, and what happened will not be reversed. They are all veterans, and life and death are just things they picked up.

Unconsciously, a terrible silence enveloped the entire team. Like a leader, Alan Bair once again pointed out the location where the Imperial Guard needed to go. He planned to return to his factory to see the situation.

That has nothing to do with longing or anything. The situation outside the hive city is full of waste. If that kind of large factory is operable, it can provide a lot of convenience for the Imperial Guard.

Many people showed hesitant expressions when the order came out. The memories of working outside the hive city for many years may have caused a lot of damage to their hearts, and the environment of the black-hearted factory that barely maintained the heat budget was like a nightmare. It seems that the Skadi people have gained a foundation of discipline.

The cold weather and heavy labor gave the Skadi people a strong endurance. As the bottom of society, they used war to provide morale for those who had the opportunity to climb up. The person who really brought those things into play was the Sun Lord himself.

If there is no victory, there will be foolish sacrifices, wars of attrition, and perseverance. Alan Bair suffered so much from the conservative tactics of the Imperial Guard when he enlisted that his strategic style became further and further away from the regulations of the Imperial Guard.

Perhaps his tactical style brought out the real fighting power of the people in the Imperial Hive, but as time passed, they were walking among the ruins of their narrow hometown. The void suits that obstructed their vision made people dissatisfied. They could raise their guns anytime, anywhere, even there. It is unlikely that Coco has enemies.

Home is no longer home, there is nowhere to go, no matter how big the void is, there is no Skadi or Skadi people, just a disgusting ruin of death.

Now a pretty crazy idea came to the soldiers' minds. Then there should be green-skinned soldiers, then there should be heretic soldiers, and then tell them that the world is very valuable, very worth fighting for, and there are many wrong things. thing.

But the deathly silence and the actions of the engineering team to install and open the road to the square told them that there was nothing there but death and silence.

Like a suffocation being grabbed by the throat, the people who once lived there are appearing, and the flickering promethium light, even if it is reflected by the crystallized tissue, will make the soldiers restless in a disciplined manner, Alan Byer I had to tell the chief of staff.

"Look after them..."

He didn't want to disturb people who were homesick, but he also couldn't let that exploration risk from external reasons. The team of thousands of people was extremely large, and the hive was complex. He didn't want anyone to be agitated because of feelings, or attrition due to emotions.

The shouts of the staff, the management of the company members, and the words of shouting the name of Dihuang dog made the soldiers in that place become more honest.

The team kept moving forward, crossing the ruins and rubble. Alan Bair glanced at the black room where he had exchanged things. At this moment, the metal door made of fine gold in that place was missing. It didn't look like it had been melted. Was it taken away...

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ensign's yelling as he passed through the melting wall.

"Boss, we're here!"

Alan Bayer walked over quickly and looked at the not-so-pretty place. The explosion and high temperature made the entire facility full of holes. When he opened the door, the outside was quite well-preserved. Even the promethium lamp could be lit. Fortunately, The industrial area seems to have been deliberately protected.

Those walls and tools are still intact, and the heavy machinery that represents civilization is even connected to the circuit. The emergency external promethium engine is singing and humming. That huge and metal hell-like place seems to welcome living people anytime and anywhere, like a A huge instrument of torture.

Alan Beyer heard someone in the team curse. "Why is it still so good there?"

But although he didn't like it, he had to thank the Emperor for blessing it. Due to the occupation of Skadi, the difficulty of rebuilding Skadi became much easier. The atmosphere and the powerful heat of the extinction order caused the originally complex industrial pollution of that world to be destroyed by high temperatures. After a cleanup, in addition to the lack of supplies, Skadiruming's strategic location was very suitable for hindering the red pirates and serving as a strategic relay point.

Originally, that world was both a hive city and a fortress world, and it was once a satellite of the fortress that was destroyed by external chaos and suffered serious losses. Now a fortress can be rebuilt to maintain regional rule.

"Very good, that's good..." Alan Bayer was thinking a lot but had to move forward. But when he saw a group of rodents running from the corner to the other side, that weird feeling of incongruity filled the air. in his mind.

After a short sound of footsteps, Alan Bayer suddenly pulled out his weapon and shot at the machines. Bang bang, the flames burned, the metal melted, and even many Skadi people were shocked. It was obviously not a good thing, why? Want a shot?

A moment later, a ball of burning flesh and blood fell to the east. The cultist was wearing thick cold-proof clothing. The flesh and blood melted by the heat ray revealed a severely mutated skull with horns.

"Beastmen!" (The Empire mistakenly called the mutants like Animal City)

The second lieutenant shouted that the factory was not in the line of fire. The fierce laser gun shot penetrated the void suit and then hit the carapace of the Imperial Guard. Many people were looking for bunkers and began to shoot at random. Alan Bair looked at The laser grazed the shoulder armor of his void suit, and the heat almost ignited his hair, although it only burned away the hairs.

He touched his stinging cheek and said to the chief of staff who was hiding with him. "The people in the bottom nest, did they come here alive?"

the chief of staff replied. "No, that's not a cyclone torpedo. The weapons encountered in that world are not weapons commonly used by the Extermination Order. Someone was involved in that matter. They bribed the Inquisition, or..."

Alan Bayer watched as the heavy industrial machine in front of him was dented by the laser. "Or maybe they deceived the Inquisition, used magic or subcontracting equipment, and anyway, they massacred Skadi's Imperial citizens, and those maggots were left behind!" He was a little disgusted, angry and disgusted. stand up.

He turned on the radio. "Using roundabout tactics, the positions of the cultists were empty and scattered, the shooting intensity was not high, and there was no one to direct them."

"Those cultist workers should be unarmed. They only face a small number of guards. Get there quickly!"

Having said that, Kid Lytlin and Master Chief Catachan are now leading two special forces in a roundabout way, and their firepower is approaching the victory sideways as the Imperial Guard's equipment is crushed.

There is no comparison between the experienced veterans of the empire and the chaotic gangs at the bottom of the hive. Even if they have experienced many battles, there is a big gap in their individual soldier quality, group command, and equipment level.

Alan Bayer led the troops to press forward. The second lieutenant and the chief of staff covered each other with him. The strong smell of gunpowder continued to fill the air, and the number of troops there was unexpectedly large, because a large number of slave workers maintained the production line of the entire factory. They also A lot of firepower is needed to suppress the rebellion.

When Alan Bair approached those heavy production lines for the first time, he realized that those malnourished, skinny poor people were not citizens of the Empire. In other words, there were probably thousands of Skadi citizens there who were enslaved as laborers. .

Those cultists used heavy pressure and high-intensity management to drive the citizens of the empire to produce things that were disobedient to the empire. But even so, the battle was not difficult, and it was not even a battle. It was just a one-sided massacre. After the surrounding troops opened fire, The cultists dispersed in droves, and their chaotic management and low morale could not save them.

When he shot and killed the last cultist, the monster with scales and horns was still madly showing off vague words to his companions. Alan Bairdong's consciousness turned on the translation function to analyze that sentence. Go to the place where the item is produced.

The Imperial Guard began to bring out relief supplies to calm their emotions. Soon many people realized that the people working there were their relatives, friends, family members, and compatriots. They inquired about each other and exchanged experiences with each other. The previous despair and pain were swept away.

But when they asked many other people they knew, the chattering mouths and biting movements of the survivors stopped.

Is the bombing really carried out and the massacre realistic? Do you think the only group in Portskadi agrees? The population of that world has dropped by eight-tenths. Even if they find people they know there, there are likely to be more. The Khadi have no relatives to look for.

Alan Bayer, who walked into the product production area, even lamented that a place where he could do anything even if he was starving turned out to be so narrow. The huge factory that he once thought was unstoppable turned out to be so small.

Now that he is clear, he can no longer see the squad leader, workshop director, and those places that were once beyond his reach, such as high-end offices, and he can't easily enter them, but so what...

Unexpectedly, unpleasant emotions swelled in his mind. He looked at the Catachan Guards following him and wanted to ask them, but when the matter came to his lips, Alan Bair, who had always been talkative, actually got stuck.

They moved forward in silence and arrived at the warehouse. The huge place was stacked with heavy boxes and very thick large containers. Usually there were piles of laser guns there, but Ruming didn't know what they were.

What are those cultists producing? Are the explosives blasphemous, or are they copying the Word of Tzeentch?

Alanbair turned on the warehouse's headlights, and the bright light of the lumen ball made his doubts even greater, because it was not weapons, poisons, or blasphemous things, but pieces of black fine gold raw materials, to be precise, things taken from many heavy cores of the hive city, strong enough to build warships.

The factory seemed to have spent a lot of time on this matter, taking the fine gold outside the city and remelting it, but in fact, that world did not have the ability to build a chariot engine, and they would definitely not cast a car if they recycled the materials.

The star port of that world has been completely paralyzed, there is no port as a large-volume transportation point, and a large number of fleets cannot transport things.

They have a large-scale and metal-consuming project underway, so they need to recycle materials to complete it.

Alanbair's sensitive thoughts grasped the core point, but the resources of that world are exhausted and the population has disappeared. Is there anything so valuable?

He walked out of the warehouse, and his system completed the translation. The vague language has meaning, no doubt, not an interjection, and after he heard its low Gothic translation, he immediately said.

"Evacuate civilians, strengthen defenses, and prepare for war. A big guy is coming!" He commanded the troops to send a large number of civilians to the outside of the warehouse, and his worries came as expected. The buzzing sound of vehicle engines filled the periphery. The Sun Lord had to sigh at his carelessness and wasted time. He took the soldiers to hide in the dark of the factory, and the lieutenant asked the boss anxiously. "Boss, what's wrong?" Alan Baier looked at the huge metal monster that slowly stepped into the outside of the factory. The humanoid and twisted thing was called the individual of the Space Marine, and smiled bitterly. "Here they come, the core troops of the traitors, the Chaos Space Marines." He looked at the real Byte in the auxiliary light screen in front of him. Before the disgusting thing died, it did not call to its companions, but shouted to its own radio, saying the word giant, and emphasizing the master and support Byte, so there is no doubt. Is that world seen by the Red Pirates!