Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Then the panting and painful beast dragged the electric charge emerging from his broken shoulder armor and approached the mortal who made him embarrassed. To be precise, that was the time and situation where both parties were closest to victory.

Victory, victory means defeating the enemy's structure. Will, formation, command, etc. are all part of it. The source of a huge army is much more fragile than most people imagine. Iron-blooded machines require countless joints and connection skills. It can barely operate, but the essence is that the war cannot compete with the solidity of various places on the two sides.

As it turns out, if the Space Marine assault force collapses due to Captain's defeat, the Imperial Guard will seize the precious wonders of the Guardian Front, or the Astra Militarum expedition ends with the death of the Sun Lord.

The giant panted like a beast, moved forward, brandished his giant sword, and roared in a destructive position. The annoying buzzing sound was harsh and clear in the chaotic battlefield, and it was clear and harsh among the passing guns or sharp blades.

His right leg was injured by the Letling boy. With little luck, his extremely fast speed slowed down a bit. Although the evil Space Marine still believed that mortals could not dodge his attacks, he simultaneously used his left leg to lift the explosive He fired his bullet leg gun to force the mortal to confront him head-on.

The left and right sides are at the same level as the legs, and the sharpness is doubled, like the bite of a wild beast. Regardless of the weapons and equipment, the physical strength, and the combat experience, the Sun Lord has no advantage.

But he is not afraid. If he closes his eyes at this moment, he is doomed to fail. The so-called courage is the key to fighting, especially the key to fighting like a beast. Spot the attack, treat it calmly, and then, Hormones are secreted, and everything in front of you becomes chaotic and slow.

Facing the giant, the Sun Lord's legs and arms were shaking, trembling with excitement, and the power brought by that excitement, when the destructive stances intersected, the little mortal dodged the projectiles, the blades collided with each other, sparks burst out from the stances, and the crazy Another terrible mistake appeared in the eyes of most people.

The Space Marines marveled at the terrifying physical strength and skills of the mortals, and the Imperial Guards were excited by the power of the Sun Lord, which was like divine grace. But mortals are not mortals. Soon Alain Bair felt that it was difficult and had to use his blade to fend off the enemy's attacks, barely using his sword. The blade is deflected.

Just a few seconds after he touched the blade, the Sun Lord judged that based on his personal combat power, the Space Marine veteran was stronger than the Dark Eldar Inquisitor.

Is that the biggest personal problem he encountered at the moment? When Alan Bair stabilized his body, the monster continued to attack. The evil-like power sword kept waving, like an undead seeking life, everywhere on the sandbags and the ground was red. The color marks, the cuts from the destructive stance are both strong and terrifying. At the same time, the heat brought by the elimination of the object dyes the cuts, as bright as a hot iron ingot when struck in a blacksmith's leg.

The Sun Lord dodges and attacks. It has to be said that many of Kane's swordsmanship focuses on dodge. In many cases, the weak can contain the strong.

The Space Marine was even more annoyed by the fact that he couldn't get his legs after repeated attacks, so that he had the Sun Lord in front of him. Could it be that under the influence of the Chaos Gods, he was more powerful than Superman in the eyes of many mortals, but he could easily lose his mind.

The armor shone in the terrifying eight-pointed star of chaos. The bright red light seemed to make people lose their minds just looking at it. In that pitch-black universe, in the 40,000 years of human civilization, the ornaments of the armor could no longer be shown off. Physics and morale-boosting stuff, rather than solid evil, solid justice.

When the power of chaos invades the outer core, no matter how pious the Sun Lord is, his body will stagnate, and at this moment, the edge of the sword has arrived.

Splitting it into two pieces, cutting in the middle, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the Chaos Space Marine. He had won the victory. He was like tasting the sweet blood. He couldn't help but screamed in joy, like he was begging for fresh meat. The beast, a dirty voice burst out from its throat.

Then, he felt that his legs and arms were completely broken. The wound that had just been hit was now completely cracked and torn apart by a strong beam of evil light. The thick legs and arms and the sad burn marks on the wound represented whether it was caused by the same carbine. s consequence.

"Ahhh!" The monster roared and screamed, almost trying to break the eardrums of the boy Letling. But the poor little man was tremblingly holding his own weapon and sniping at close range, otherwise he would be very Give the Sun Lord a reward for the rescue, or he will risk his life to fight back.

Blood flowed from his big ears, moistening the tattered military uniform, and the Chaos Space Marine turned around quickly like an ocelot, staring at the weakling with predatory eyes.

The two attacks and the painful sniper shot that broke his arm, the anger at this moment made him unbearable. He begged to tear that ugly little body apart and kill the clown.

The fierce and violent wind blew over the cheeks of those who believed in the Emperor Huang Dog. It felt like rotten flesh rubbing against the skin, making people suffocate and want to vomit.

Then the terrifying monster stood up with its twisted giant body, waving the butcher knife at countless people weaker than him and praying to his gods to give him enough attention, and strong power hit him from behind, and the voice of the Sun Lord came.

"Why don't I find someone to fight who is almost as strong as me!"

The gods gave him great power, and when he fought, his brain stem was burned by the power of chaos, and he could focus on one enemy, just like a monster in a video game with a low level of intelligence, but he did gain power and was powerful. A force more terrifying than any Space Marine the battle-hardened Sun Lord had ever seen, the Ork Warboss.

When the power scythe penetrated his body and submerged into his flesh and blood, Alan Bair even felt resistance. That feeling was only felt when attacking the adamantine wall. It also meant that the monster's body had surpassed that of a space warrior and did not belong at all. Humanity.

The Space Marine captain has recovered from the pain, and Alan Bair's weapon has entered his body. At this moment, the Sun Lord needs to go east or to the east to let the beast calm down forever.

He had used all his strength and tried to pull and destroy Superman's stomach, two hearts, and many special organs as quickly as possible to kill the monster that was worth hundreds of thousands of lives!

Victory is just around the corner, but the desire to survive is so strong that the body on the verge of death can tear apart its own flesh and pull out the blade, so that it can tear apart most of its own flesh and tissue, and will continue to tear apart its own flesh and blood. The sword's blade was drawn out.

That heartbreaking feeling made the Sun Lord's pores stand on end, wondering if that crazy and terrifying monster could unleash its beast-like nature like this.

The Lytlin boy was frightened and shouted. "Boss, run!" He crawled out of the corpse pit and left as fast as he could in his life, while the Sun Lord looked at the monster calmly.

Although he seemed powerful, he was actually on the verge of death, because his eyes were awake, and in the cracked head armor, a dark green eye stared at the Sun Lord without saying a word.

When the Chaos Gods took away that gift, no matter how powerful that guy was, he couldn't defeat the healthy Sun Lord. Even Alan Bair was panting at this moment and his body was heaving.

Victory, that thought flashed through the mind of the Sun Lord. Hundreds of veterans and dozens of Catachan replaced more than a company of Space Marines, about twenty or thirty people, with a captain. It was really hard to believe. Have to be excited about the victory.

The evil beast just now, Ru Ming, stood weakly, looking scary, and hissing breathing appeared in his grid device, but it was not that scary for the Sun Lord who had surpassed the limits of human beings.

Whether it was the Emperor, the Greenskins, or other things that gave him strength, he had to thank those, Mr. Kane's teachings, and that terrible battlefield, those who forged the Ming like a furnace. Sun Lord and make him rock solid.

"Did my gods allow you to win?" Alan Bair's gun was pressed against the head of the weak monster. The terrifying warrior was extremely awake at the moment, so he said no.

"Then did my Corpse Emperor save my compatriots?" The voice was hoarse and terrifying, as if there were insects stuck in his throat.

"No, indeed, the Emperor did not save Skadi." Alan Bair replied, and the demon laughed, a cracking, hoarse laugh, and half a sentence made him immediately feel dissatisfied.

"Because he came, he came to save the world on his behalf, and that beautiful castle is his property." Alan Bayer emphasized.

After hearing this, he raised his left leg, like a beast, like a gust of wind, smashing the terrifying leg and arm, which was fully equipped with power armor and weighed tens of kilograms. A mortal would be bruised and bloody just by touching it, so that's okay. His only roar right now.

But the Sun Lord just raised his legs, holding down the thick tree-trunk-like legs and arms as if he was treating a naughty child wrongly, catching them, and then fired.

The bright red death represents the defeat of the Space Marines, the brief evacuation, the jetpack leaving the battlefield, the triumphant cheers of the Imperial Guard, and the almost collapsed Sun Lord.

The soles of his legs turned bright red. The attack to the East required great strength. The huge headless corpse in front of him was neither his trophy nor proof that the Imperial Guard came from East Anhui.

Alan Bair looked at the trenches made of sandbags. The corpses of the Imperial Guard were intertwined with the Space Marines. Three or four Skadi veterans used weapons to attack the joints of the Space Marines to make them lose their combat effectiveness. Some people used bomb explosions to hinder the Space Marines. The advance of the warriors.

That victory was not sweet, or even bitter, and the death of the brothers and sisters and the minimal loss of the Space Marines meant they could come back at any time.

After cleaning up the battlefield and piling up sandbags, the engineering troops used heavy equipment to dig out the thick rocks in the east. Those black and smooth things looked like obsidian, making people wonder whether Huang Dong would dig out magma.

The veterans enjoy the admiration of the new recruits, and the new recruits are scolded for installing barbed wire, because most people with eyes can see that those cultists are preparing to cut off the supplies of the Imperial Guard and choose to give up that strong bone.

At the command point, Alan Bair wiped the heretic's blood from his armor. The chief of staff kept talking about how stupid and dangerous the commander's charge just now was, and at the same time arranged dinner for him like a blue man.

The Letling kid said thank you for the first time and asked to use his private collection to make delicious food for everyone to eat meat.

The Catachan Master Chief went to rearrange and appease the outside of Catachan. Too many Catachan soldiers died in that war, so that the man who chose a world in the entire universe, a regiment in a world, and thousands in a regiment Choosing the best among the best hurts the bones.

The second lieutenant and lieutenant were comforting and arranging the soldiers. Their growth and majesty among the soldiers made it rare for Alan Bayer to have time to get news, but now he interrupted the chattering chief of staff and refused to say anything.

"What happened to those Space Marines now..."

The chief of staff sighed, not sure whether he was lamenting the current war situation or not dissatisfied with the Sun Lord's attitude, but he didn't say it. "A heavy encirclement built by the Space Marines several kilometers away, carrying a lot of heavy equipment, ready to attack."

"Their current firepower cannot break through, and the depth to the east is too deep to contact the Bordeaux. Did they give Bordeaux a month's information before sneaking into the east? If they don't come out within a month, the ship can leave and return. Go to the main force and follow Commander Qi Fan’s orders.”

Alan Beyer asked. "How many days will it be tomorrow?" There is no red sky or dark night in the east, so you can judge the standard Terra moon through the alarm clock. Fortunately, such legs are often used in the void, and the chief of staff often carries a device to record time. .

"Less than a week, about five days," the staff officer replied.

"Is it true? Didong is a place where people can forget how many times they slept and how many times they woke up..." Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "Catachan probably won't be able to break through the Space Marines' defenses. Those superhumans are too physically strong, and support is far away. Although there will definitely be enough food, they won't be able to continue there until the Bordeleau leaves. Waiting for death, even one month is not enough to die. "

"But their troops can't break through the enemy encirclement. The Falaksian Armored Regiment is not here, and the Earth-shaking Cannon is also in Commander Qi Fan's legs." the staff officer said.

"That's not a problem. Their soldiers are like liquids. Water has no permanent shape and can adapt to various situations." That sentence suddenly appeared. That's Catachan, and that's the Master Chief. At this moment, he came with several Catachan soldiers. Go to the place buried by the trench and use the equipment of the engineering team to smash open the half-land east bunker.

"Water has no normal state? I shut up like a titanium." The chief of staff said doubtfully, and Sergeant Catachan denied telling the Sun Lord seriously.

"He plans to take soldiers, or to be more precise, a group of new recruits from the Catachan reserve team, to use a small amount of supplies and individual equipment near the camp, snipe from a distance, guerrilla, etc., and rely on a small number of soldiers to contain them. The enemy's legs."

"It's like a stream that keeps washing, and for a month, he begs them to break open, and the water drips through the stone!"

Alan Bair was frightened. Was he killed by the Titanium Ambassador? That concept is indeed okay, but what about guerrilla warfare space warriors? "The damage will be huge."

"He knows! But if there is Catachan to do it, they can get used to the forest, and they can get used to the steel!" the Master Chief replied.

The Sun Lord turned on his kettle and drank some coffee, as he did when he was nervous. "Then, do it!"