Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Out of ammunition and food, exhausted, with few and precious people, those veterans who inherited the spirit of nobility and chivalry in that era were romantic, stupid, but also not pragmatists.

The size of the mine was small (compared to a real battlefield), and there was no shelter except for cave stone-like ice blocks. It seemed invulnerable, especially when a large number of beasts and cultists were entrenched in it, making it almost impossible to enter.

At present, the Imperial Guard has no weapons to attack and enter, and the ammunition of various weapons is gradually running out. It is extremely difficult to win the rescue operation.

But there is always a way. At least the Sun Lord already has three or four plans in his mind. Although he doesn't know whether they are effective enough to win a complete victory, they are enough to complete the mission.

But that was the only time Alan Bayer was very quiet. He just looked into the distance, his body hidden in the dark mine tunnel, lying down like a poisonous snake.

Because he was not the commander of that operation, to be precise, although it was stupid to let such a serious military operation be controlled by a new leg, but the Sun Lord gave the power to the second lieutenant, very much the lieutenant.

That's why Alan Bayer is special. He has never regarded power as something to enjoy and enjoy. Instead, he can hand it over anytime and anywhere. His only bottom line is that such power should be used by the right person.

Whether he became Sun Lord simply because the Empire needed him, or if someone else was in that position, the situation might be even worse.

He is not arrogant, not complacent, nor does he feel that rights and power are everything. Even if he can no longer destroy a world with one move, he will happily enjoy a very comfortable life.

However, in that dark 40th millennium, rights were responsibilities and things that could never be shaken off, lingering on the former heroes like a curse. Even if Kane, Old One-Eye, and that kind of heroic staff had to withdraw, Returning there after the battlefield, he was initially lost in the whirlpool of the war.

At this moment, Alan Bair taught the second lieutenant whether he hoped that he could die well. If someone took those things, his journey would stop, and whether the Sun Lord would be so selfish as a poisonous snake, looking at the second lieutenant.

The second lieutenant held a telescope on his leg and looked over there. The cultists' firearms were loaded early. Automatic firearms called shell ejectors and a small number of laser guns formed the chaotic team.

Do you have confidence in the concealment there? After all, unless the person coming is a native of Skadi, or you must not hide it from the large fleet of auspicious omen, it will definitely be safe there.

But Lieutenant Fu's thoughts were complicated. At the same time, he looked at a dark wooden table in the cave in the distance, with a red eight-pointed star of chaos carved on it. Cultists in dark robes were preparing kraft paper.

It is located at the core of the mine, surrounded by a huge crystal stalactite. The crystal stalactite, which is four to five meters long, is not only beautiful and bright, but also reflects colorfully from nearby light sources. The colorful light is used to highlight the religious character of its chanting platform.

"What is that?" The second lieutenant observed the terrifying decoration rack next to the skull-filled chanting platform, and asked the Sun Lord. Because religious issues related to Chaos are strictly restricted by the empire, to be precise, that second lieutenant is the first Witnessed heretical religious actions of real significance for the first time.

Alan Bair looked at the actions of the cultists in front of him. They held up the thick kraft paper files and praised the greatness of the Chaos Gods in ugly hoarse voices. The Sun Lord also opened his mouth to answer at this moment.

"Choir...probably, it improves morale." He could answer like that, but the second lieutenant's attention was all on those kraft papers. To be precise, those kraft papers were much thinner and thinner than the empire's standard kraft paper, and the color was lighter. , the texture is more like paper, but anyone who has often experienced the battlefield knows what it is.

Of course, Alan Bayer doesn't think that thing is kraft paper. There are synthetic equipment outside the empire to make something similar to cowhide, but the cultists definitely can't get animal leather in that ice and snow world, and there is actually one kind of animal living there, which is A type of work in the mines.

The ensign's angry fists were powerlessly pulling at the ice. Compared to the Sun Lord's abnormality, he was still not a real mortal. He could not smash his power into the adamantine-level ice, just like he could not kill those evil spirits. He didn't realize what those things were made of as leather.

Alan Bayer asked calmly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. "Have you figured out a plan?"

The lieutenant nodded, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "He thought, let me, the boss, play the opening song of that plan, a long and fierce blast."

The Sun Lord now showed an interesting expression and breathed out a mouthful of red mist. "Let him hear it, silly boy."

The ensign pressed against the Sun Lord's ear. Alan Bair's expression quickly changed from indifferent to interesting. He tasted the young man's weird plan. Initially, when he was in the trenches, he proposed the plan to his lieutenant colonel. That style is, to be precise, crazy!

"Interesting, very interesting. God bless you, if that plan succeeds, they can save a lot of time. Two logging guns can solve the problem."

"How can I be sure that the cultists will do that? If they are biased, civilians will definitely die if they shoot." Alan Bair put forward his idea, and the second lieutenant said coldly.

"Then let them die for the Empire."

Alan Bair had to nod. Is that the will he needs as the commander of the Imperial Guard, or something he hates but cannot abandon? If the killing of thousands of civilians due to strafing can be exchanged for the Imperial Guard taking over the area, then the price is not It is unacceptable. Being enslaved does not lead to death, nor does being killed by one's own compatriots.

At this moment, the ensign and the sun lord are like two gods, judging from above, using etiquette and fate to judge a person's life that should be priceless, because the dark universe can turn good into evil, and turn deterioration into something worse. Evil, the only good thing, is coldness and legality.

Not asking for thinking, not asking for sympathy, not asking for curiosity, not asking for exploration, not asking for knowledge, in the dark forest of the universe, personal reason is like a candle that can be extinguished anytime and anywhere, even if it is not the original gene, it will not be enough. A bonfire would only need a bad weather to extinguish it.

The only sun that humans can trust has no temperature. There is the Emperor, whose light is as cold as snow. He once burned brightly, but some people are unwilling to believe in him. It seems that he is no longer warm, although he still guides the future of the empire and the direction of mankind. .

People from the East can be as cold as that ice cave. For this reason, whether the Empire or the cultists, they must accept the cruelty of the universe with respect.

But for those guys, there was one thing that was very "warm". The prayers of the Chaos Gods were uttered on the choir, and almost instantly, all the cultists turned their eyes there.

At this moment, the Sun Lord is raising his firearm, Second Lieutenant Cuo said. "My plan is bad, isn't it? Isn't it just ice cubes?"

The second lieutenant was holding the mining equipment of the engineering team. It must be said that the young man from the hive city was clever and fond of strange skills. He could even operate a heavy drill. He was seen wiping his sweat while the humming equipment was demolishing things from the wall. A transparent concave mirror.

"Okay!" He held up the object that was half a person's height. Although it was rough, it could be seen that its beautiful arc already had basic optical focusing capabilities.

Alan Bair took out his weapon, adjusted to melt mode, and shouted to all Skadi's soldiers. "Waiting for the East, I don't want to see anything where the heretic is, I don't want to listen to the heretic's filthy words, I don't want to understand any of the heretic's thoughts!"

"Now, close your eyes!"

At this moment, all the cultists were focused on the choir, where a group of three cultists were singing a chorus, using dirty loudspeakers to amplify and emphasize the almost indecipherable words.

Even if there were people in the cultist camp next to the mine who endured the cold and walked out to pay attention to the teachings of the Chaos Gods, in that cold hell, even if they didn't, they still had that thing to look forward to.

It's hard for anyone to work there, even the most loyal people need something to stabilize their thoughts, a fixed time, and singing three times a day doesn't give them the time to enjoy what they need.

Trucks transporting minerals, camps for rest, factories for processing dead people, and soldiers guarding citizens, all stopped to look at their gods.

Alan Bair turned his body sideways and looked at the lens. The ensign held the thing with his eyes closed. At this moment, the Sun Lord complained again. "Young boy is really crazy. That plan gives him a green-skinned feeling!"

He adjusted his position and the ensign closed his eyes and cursed. "Boss, don't beat around the bush and say he's crazy, hurry up and shoot!"

The Sun Lord scolded back. "He's complimenting me, idiot!"

The lieutenant holding the instrument next to him showed his thumb. "Okay, the angle is confirmed, there is no problem with the target." He had a complicated expression, and then closed his eyes. At this moment, he realized for the first time in his mind why the Sun Lord did not choose him. It was not just because he did not choose him. Skadi people, but they are really not suitable for dealing with the ever-changing battlefield...

After that kind of loss, the sound of gunfire appeared, and everyone was bright red. The sound of hot melt accumulating and burning water molecules in the air represented a strong light that was so strong that the shooter was accustomed to it. If it was like that What happens when the light is intensified again and then falls into the extremely transparent ice stalactite?

No one can guarantee that it was not just a whim, but Alan Bayer accompanied the second lieutenant on the mission. Something unexpected happened, and the risks were great, but the benefits were astonishing!

They are ready to launch at any time.

At this moment, the tired Skadi citizens in the ice cave were overwhelmed by the cold and physical strength, and cruel whips followed.

Bang bang! The thing ripped open the air and slapped the slave's exposed skin. His mouth was dry and cracked, but the poor man's skin was attached to his bones but there was no reaction.

The Skadi people there have men, to be precise, they should be young men. The cultists separate people by age, physical health, and status, and then "use them as needed", such as young and beautiful women, and young and strong women. Men must be treated differently...

"Another one fell down! Someone will take him away!" The aloof mutant looked at the guy with dissatisfaction. He seemed to be angry that the guy disturbed him from enjoying the scriptures. Ironically, had he ever crawled on his knees in the nest city of Didong? Ru Ming did the opposite, and the enslavement was so exaggerated that even the guy who carried the man was not a skinny Skadi like him.

As it turns out, the tens of millions of people in that hive city have turned into food, labor, power, productivity, and thousands of vitality props and consumables.

And such oppression represents resistance, the most terrifying resistance. After all, there is death on both sides. When the emperor's flames are still burning in their consciousness, many young people have secretly raised their weapons, and the mine manuscripts can also smash those beasts. 's head.

When the shriveled Skadi man was dragged eastward, his withered body suddenly burst out with fierce power, and he shouted to deny the Emperor!

"No Emperor!"

"Just be the Emperor!" Dry voices kept appearing, and the crowd was all young and middle-aged. Although they were fragile due to malnutrition, the flames inside them had not been extinguished.

But Ma Zai had a guard who raised his weapon, beat the ignorant thing to death, and then cursed. "That bastard, don't mention the name of the Corpse Emperor there!"

"We are all maggots. We no longer have faith or personality. Our souls are the bait of the chaotic gods, and our bodies are the material of the giants and demigods!" The beastman has long horns and a face. Twisted, bulging muscles and abnormal mutations gave him the ability to hold an Ogryn gun with his legs, making him even more majestic.

People huddled up, the sound of whips became more frequent, and there was the sound of mining manuscripts hitting minerals. Heavy equipment was operated by cultists to break open the thick and high-strength glaciers. Then ordinary people approached like props and used brute force little by little. Smash the ordinary minerals in the tellurium ice cubes and collect them.

All these contradictions have been suppressed by force, but dissatisfaction can no longer be suppressed. Many young people are full of blood. Many of them have served as PDF elites or gang members. Killings are commonplace!

Destiny is constantly turning, and while murderous intentions are everywhere, the actions of the Imperial Guard are in line with the people's wishes.

"Fire!" Alan Bayer shouted, and a fierce bright light suddenly appeared. The light was cold, dazzling, and terrifying. It was gathered through the lens and fired into the distance, like a laser gun projectile, hitting the place directly. The pulpit is there.

The cultist priest happened to be talking about passion at this moment. He shouted that the gods of chaos would be kind to them and bring light and warmth to that place!

The beastman leader nodded, listened to the singing, and witnessed the "light" toward the gods, and his eyes suddenly disconnected from his brain!

He felt a sudden stabbing pain in his head again, and the bright red blood moistened the thick clothes on his chest. His strong body made him turn around and see the attacker, with blurred eyes and a bright red world. He saw that otherwise A miner with crazy eyes.

His head was spinning, and he shouted with all his strength as the miner raised his weapon again. “Labor has rebelled!”