Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The hot atmosphere is getting stronger in the east of the earth, and the heat in the earth's core seems to have become active. The temperature has reached an astonishing 29 degrees. There is an endless long lane, and the driving fleet of heavy trucks is also spewing smoke, promethium, and fuel. forward.

The smoke that those Second Union civilian fuel engines continuously spit out for evil made the outside of the cave turbid and thin, and the thin air created by the equipment became less and less.

Rumbling, there was another vibration in the silent land, carrying the roaring thunder or the unpleasant smell of gunpowder. Debris and iron sheets flew everywhere, and the heavy-duty off-road tires of the vehicle rolled gurglingly into the metal scraps in the distance. Can stop in the east.

Behind the small motorcade, the Mechanicus Priest stretched out his highly modified body. Even though others had emphasized that Coco was very dangerous there, the traitor of the Dark Mechanicus was not afraid. He did not reject human beings. His metal body Stronger than the stupid armor on the vehicle body.

If he could be penetrated, staying in the car would not help. He walked out of the car to check those things. He was confident that his transformation could make up for the small-scale armed attacks outside the war zone, and he was ready to recover those scattered things. of supplies.

His huge metal body shows agility that is different from the normal speed of movement. The high-power servo pumps the highly illegally modified body outside it. The Dark Mechanicus does not like that. They violate the regulations of the Empire and the Mechanicus. To satisfy the individual's need for knowledge and practice, their bodies become guinea pigs.

But the goods that make those things value so much are the treasures they have made with all their efforts, the most elite equipment of the empire, and war equipment.

And when he walked into the ruins of the vehicle, he bent over and used his many legs and arms to inspect the treasures used by the Space Marines. Looking at the buried works and the explosive bombs scattered on the ground, his dissatisfaction with the Space Marines became more and more intense. In many ways, the Space Marines' stupidity and the Mechanicus' desire for knowledge created many contradictions.

When the complex rituals or behaviors of worshiping the Chaos Gods are seen by the sages who are fed up with the complex religion of the Mechanicus and pursue the truth and leave their hometowns, the sickening feeling will crawl in their hearts, and they will be disturbed by the so-called doctrine and credibility. Repressed emotions and those longed-for truths.

If he embraces the terrible power of the Destruction, he will not be able to see the true appearance of the world. When he is not satisfied with sneaking around in the dark, making small fuss, and comes to the Red Pirates, he is still followed by the stupid customs of those space warriors. Faith leads the way...

And he wiped the fallen thing, a terrifying bolt weapon with twice the sharpness, to be precise, a bolter often used by Space Marines. Tomorrow's transportation is therefore very important, every bolt weapon, every projectile They all represent countless wealth and manpower, and they are also the work of technical sages who have worked hard.

"Stupid thing..." He didn't know whether to scold the people who ambushed there or insult the Space Marines, or whether the disgusting resentment was real.

At this moment, he was preparing to recover more things. The machine servant was a little slower than him, so he followed behind. When the mechanical half-human servants came, the recovery work was carried out in an orderly manner.

The projectiles were wiped clean, soaked in holy oil, and put back into the box. The explosive bombs and plasma guns required careful repair by technical sages. At the same time, a large amount of food was abandoned because the truck load was poor and there was nothing. More deadly than a vehicle being overweight while driving on the road, if the combat effectiveness of the Space Marines is maintained, then those mortals can become victims.

At the same time, the Mechanicus can also choose to give up its servitors, but that choice of sacrificing oneself for others will obviously not appear in that era.

Human life is the least valuable thing. In such a special situation, food becomes the cheapest discard. After all, the things that make up 60% of the defense line are not mortals but space warriors. Secondly, it is difficult for mortal troops to compete with Si. The 4th Cady Infantry Regiment faced each other wrongly, and that choice was so rational that it was chilling.

But the essence of such a well-calculated mechanical "Zhuge Liang" is also composed of arrogance and ignorance. He consciously led the Skadi people into the countless Imperial Guards he defeated before, and those who just used a little trick would be abandoned. A's troops.

They could use the weak troops of laser guns to defeat the Space Marines and defeat countless legions of the Empire's enemies. When the sage arrogantly regarded those mortals as weak, Lytlin's guns were aimed at his brain, That one will never be replaced.

Bright red projectiles were shot out from the metal ruins. The intense heat rays pierced the hot air there, followed by an astonishingly accurate shot. After a distance of tens of meters, they turned into flames of death. The head full of thoughts was completely chopped off.

The fault is like a hot piece of iron, and all its physical tissue and metal no longer exist, as if those things never existed in the first place.

The sage's body fell to the ground, the servitors were in chaos, his students shouted from the vehicle, and the mortals began to start the engine, but the continuous shots were aimed at the hearts of the traitors before the engine started.

Engines, cabs, and a convoy of dozens of trucks, armored vehicles, and transport vehicles were paralyzed. The people who came from the east could hide outside the car in fear, tremblingly using their weak personal promethium headlamps and those priceless weapons. Shipments are close together.

Is it really ridiculous? Those powerful weapons cannot protect anyone at the moment. There is a sense of crisis for those mortals listening to the approaching footsteps, hallucination or real. They have taken hallucinogens for a long time because of their beliefs and environment, so that the basic situation is broken. Not sure.

Those who felt that the battlefield was originally used to help them fearlessly serve the gods after falling into excitement, but now it has become a negative feedback that amplifies fear. Those servitors were killed, shot, heads and metal, projectiles and vaporized, Chaotic sounds, things knocking, screaming.

That feeling was like everything being pulled forward slowly but very quickly, as if the perception had become countless times stronger, but those things could feel death.

Fear struck so intensely that it was suffocating, and the most basic desires of life were stripped of their shells of faith and worship. Those who betrayed the empire because of cowardice or obedience began to face their weak hearts.

When the door of the cabin was opened, a fierce light stimulated his eye membranes, and there was an exclamation.

"Emperor! What is he doing?!" That was the voice of the Letling boy, and what he saw was a bloody mess, the cultist cutting his own body with a saber, the chaotic clothes, and the broken armor of the former Imperial Guard. With chaos-style decorations and runes, his face was very pale and red.

Now he used the saber to smash his abdomen to pieces and screamed horribly, as if the Imperial Guard had done it to him by mistake.

The Master Chief walked in holding his nose, ignoring the crazy thing, and took away the usable ammunition and some good enough supplies, but not much, it was enough for them to ambush for a few days, and there was a need for the remaining things there. Use red phosphorus bombs to burn them all.

And he explained it very kindly. "He smoked too much. He saw it. He didn't join the army at that time. Instead, he was working as a PDF to suppress the rebellion outside the hive city."

"People who believe in chaos will need all kinds of messy things to maintain their madness. Some sects choose cannibalism, and some people like complex religions. But the most convenient and widely accepted things are actually hallucinogens."

"According to legend, in the ancient Terran era, some people took hallucinogenic toxins and poisonous mushrooms to gain contact with their gods in hallucinations. There were also many people who obtained the power of miracles through this method, which is also called spiritual power. ”

"In other words, hallucinogens actually appear frequently, and when they are taken for a long time, most people do not become psychics, but become fragile. If they fall into a person's situation, they will be stimulated to madness by war or fear. ”

"Stress reaction, like a beast, unable to think, unable to understand the situation around you, and then die."

"The gain outweighs the loss, isn't it? Is that just the so-called contacting the evil god?" The boy Letling had not experienced many things, so the Master Chief could not have thought of the terrifying power of the magical beings he encountered.

"I've seen the empire's legal psychics. Those things are like cats, domestic cats. If I see those cult psychics one day, I won't doubt why they are willing to go crazy to get those powers. , can that really change the power of one’s own destiny, and very quickly?”

"Everyone likes that. Everyone believes that they are the chosen one and the destiny, but the reality is often not the case. Crazy, explosive, death or other, just want to climb to other human beings, they will Will try it.”

"It's so tempting. Without any burden, if you can control yourself and not die, you can reverse everything, control everything, and enjoy everything. However, those who have reason and are unwilling to take hallucinogens are forced by the environment to accept it, but The original Dongchang was just a drug addict." As he spoke, the Master Chief crushed the dying lunatic's head with his foot. The skull was instantly shattered by the impact and pressure, and he lost consciousness and died.

He picked up the box he picked out again and handed it to the boy Letling. "Pack my share, three days' worth of food, and take it to the pipe. Be careful not to be followed. Then come east and they will install incendiary bombs and clear the area."

He looked at the tired look on the Letling boy's face and emphasized again. "There will be more and more operations like Jiedonglai. The enemy will definitely send vehicles more frantically to supplement the shortage on the front line. If you can't hold on, you can apply for a rest."

"Can't you hold it...can't you hold it?" Kid Laitlin asked, holding a thick box that was as tall as his own body. "I don't need to take care of him. Although he is shorter and thinner, he is also a soldier and even recruited by the Sun Lord."

The Master Chief realized that he was being impolite. No one could fault a brave man who took the initiative to go to a desperate situation. He should not regard people other than Catachan as such weak beings, but he would not apologize. Do you continue to sort out supplies like an old father who is not good at words?

Soon, the terrible smoke and light unique to red phosphorus bombs were rising in the wilderness. Otherwise, the war would be like this, and the victory would not be won by persecuting everything, and the Catachans also moved from living in the forest to living in the pipeline.

They formed a special encirclement, blocking the progress of most supplies. It was not possible to drive in that imperfect place full of stones and metal waste. Not abandoning those roads was their only choice.

Only a few people composed of a rear disruptor successfully hindered the entire front. War is destined to be complicated, and sometimes more people do not mean victory.

The enemy's mistake that time was very accurate, and they took advantage of the geographical advantage. The invasion of the impregnable fortress was already disturbing enough, but in such a situation, Dong was able to organize resistance and siege very quickly, which shows that the Imperial Guard once again encountered A tough enemy.

Deep in the pipeline, those wet places are a second home made of metal, places that people hate but have to endure.

Warm light flickered, and the Letlings were frying warm food and waiting. The guerrilla war would become long. Although the victory was successful, no one could tell clearly what would happen if the troops came east.

Catachan soldiers made simple mines to impede the advancement of enemy vehicles. Promethium, measurable magazines, a small amount of leg grenades, gunpowder and other messy things were definitely more powerful than non-professional military ones, but they were not the best at the moment. Answer.

The Master Chief was pressing against the wall of the pipe to listen for any weak vibrations on the nearby ground. His auspicious device was firmly pressed against the wall, and everything seemed to be normal.

Until the bright red light appeared in the instrument, the chief sergeant covered the flame with a lid, extinguished the things that had finally risen, blocked all the sounds there, and gave quiet instructions with leg language.

On the ground, several Space Marines patrolled there, and from time to time they looked through unused channels. To be precise, they were looking at all the places where there were people, holding augurs on their legs, and collected most of the information.

At this moment, the bright red giant said to his war brothers. “Dude, has that pipe been checked?”

"The biggest one?"

"No, no, the one next to him, that pipe mouth seems to have been climbed in by someone, let me see." He squatted and rubbed the pipe mouth with his legs and fingers, but did not touch any moss. There was definitely someone who had been there, even often. In and out.

"Rat, we found it..." The Chaos Space Marines looked at each other, and then slowly headed east. As a reconnaissance force, they wore flash bombs and jumping shields, and there was no problem in close combat like pipes.

The captain took out the flash bomb and threw it eastward. Hululu fell into the pipe and then exploded. The intense light made the entire pipe seem to have been struck by lightning.

The Chaos Space Marines who came from the east walked into the pipe, turned on the power armor's night vision capabilities, and moved forward with shields on their legs.

The dark pipe gradually became brighter, the captain said. "Someone, that..." He looked at the iron bucket in front of him, which was covered by the lid. He walked forward quickly, holding up his shield vigilantly to check the iron bucket. When he opened the thing, there was also an earth mine inside. visible!

"Damn it!"

Rumbling, the huge force overturned the Space Marines. Because of the shield, he was not injured, but he was in a panic. However, the pipeline was not so lucky. The power of the explosion spread through the pipeline, causing the place to completely collapse, causing several Chaos Space Marines to be killed. Trapped there.

Meanwhile, the Chief was eating grilled steaks and cutting open the food in the pipe. "It seems his trap worked. I didn't expect the fake pipe entrance to be so effective."

Catachan is not a survival expert, how could he make such a stupid mistake? When the meat steak enters his mouth, Chaos once again lost to his own arrogance.