Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 240 Conflict, contradiction, external chaos, war

It doesn't take much of a gap or change to go from a high position to being ignored. When the mortals who once worshiped the giants became indifferent, the movements and etiquette of worshiping them also became slow and halted. The death of those brothers colored the prelude to their war. In humiliation.

When the towering watch tower of the castle was there, the Space Marines wanted to return to their positions, but they were stopped by the electronic worms (disparaging names) and Gear Boys of the Mechanicus. The proud warriors used the grid device to make chirping and angry sounds. "Let them pass, from the Mechanicus, or he will show me what my mechanical spine looks like."

They were by no means easy to mess with, but the Mechanicus Priest did not move and spoke again. "They don't have that many guns. Sorry, demigods, according to Governor Dongfa's instructions, from now on, we are no longer qualified to step into the defense system."

"Why, give him the answer, Gearboy, or I'll break your head." The Space Marine veteran pressed his bolt bomb against the head of the man in front of him. No need to doubt, if the priest's answer is not satisfactory, then his head will learn flight.

Will the priest still spit out the voice composed of almost emotionless electrical signals? The disgusting mechanical structure all over his body and the oil spilled out of it all represent his "calmness". Just stay with those guys for a long time and you will see. When he came out, the priest was not as calm as he appeared.

The words composed of his electrical signals made the Space Marines put away their firearms, which was not something very profound, but once again mentioned the failures they had experienced, and used the name of the Sage to exclude them.

For the Space Marines who live by war and are born for war, saying that they cannot fight is equivalent to saying that men cannot bear children and women cannot raise life. No, it is not a big deal. Questioning and insulting their own concept of existence makes them questionable and insulting. Those giants clenched their fists, but they also tolerated those things because they needed to be under the same roof as the Mechanicum.

It has to be said that after the Black Heart King recruited the veterans of the subspace, those traitors who had become accustomed to Chaos interference were regaining the honor and discipline of the Space Marines. Although there was a big gap between the imperial demigods who paralyzed Luo Zheng, they could only It's just recovery, which isn't difficult, although it's definitely not good news for the Imperial Guard.

Maybe that trace of reason led the Space Marines forward and pulled them back to their camp. There was a church of Astartes monks and Astartes monastery outside the castle specially reserved for them, but that was different from that in the Empire. Objects of honor, filled with filth, disgusting words and runes, grotesque creations of human skin or twisted iron spikes.

The symbol representing the emperor turned into an eight-pointed star of chaos, the towering stained glass turned bright red, the skull was no longer there, and there were terrifying bright red candles burning with a faint light to illuminate the place.

In the huge monastery hall, Terminator Hagrid knelt on one knee and told the Chaos Gods what happened during that time, but he felt his brother approaching.

"Why are you coming back now? The horn of war has sounded. Even if you don't have weapons, you can use your fists to defeat the Imperial Guards." Veteran Hagrid emphasized that, as if it was the only chance for them to avenge their shame during that time. Why do Space Marines place so much importance on the external defense of their citadel?

If they miss that opportunity again, they will have to face the real legless people. Now on the wall, those mortals dare not lend them automatic weapons. Although the logging gun is like a toy, it is better than the supplies that Coco exists. insufficient.

Now their initial chance to avenge their shame has been wiped out, as if they were treating those giants who shook the universe as castrated roosters, capable of nothing but growing flesh.

"They rejected their defense plan?" Hagrid showed a surprised expression, along with the wrinkles that had been in battle for thousands of years. Although due to the existence of subspace, his memory or body had only experienced less than a thousand years, but Even so, he was too old for a Space Marine.

(Many Imperial scholars are curious about the longevity of the Chaos Space Marines, because even the oldest existence of the Imperial Space Marines, Captain Dante of the Blood Angels, may not have thousands of years to live (but many people think that he can reach that time, even Witnessing the rebirth or destruction of the empire), most space warriors have a long life of a thousand years. Even though most of them do not live until the day of their death, there are still relevant records in the huge empire.

But Chaos Space Marines often refreshed that fact, and they became unusually long-lived, barring filthy disease and the gift of the Plague God, or the help of other gods, even if compared to those who were more "pure" (he knew the word It's a bit strange, but that's not the most appropriate) traitors would also survive until the founding of the Empire.

There are many reasons why scholars believe that the matter cannot be measured in the subspace. There are also reasons why places like the Eye of Terror or the Maelstrom that connect the subspace spread their lives and impose strange time dimension standards on them, so that they still have to admit it. , the number of Space Marines in the warp may exceed that of the current Empire. )

In the subspace, he has achieved feats that have amazed many powerful people. However, if Ru Ming reaches his first years, his body will be extremely old and die. Of course, he will still be unable to survive until that moment comes. Healthy, healthy enough to tear apart mortal flesh, and even more terrifying because of his advancing age.

But he still didn't expect that he would become so pathetic after coming to the material world. He lost consecutive battles. After being stationed in Skadi's shabby world, he no longer had his usual good luck...

An inexplicable feeling crawled in the mind of the old space warrior. He was not the smartest person he met, nor was he the most powerful. Whether he could survive to tomorrow still brought him a lot of things, such as That horrible smell of something bad going wrong.

"During that period, he did not seek to act rashly. No matter how they lost, they must seek external stability. They must seek stability. If he violates that matter, he will personally deal with the violator."

Hagrid rarely said such words. The traitorous Space Marines who had not entered the battlefield thought for a long time. Those traitors had no discipline. To be precise, most of their respect for the living ancestor came from him. Combat ability and age, but just those two points are enough.

They returned to their rooms, prepared things in the armory, and took stock of the weapons they had. The Chaos Space Marines were notoriously poorly equipped, with cracked bolters, tattered armor, and chains lacking monomolecular blades. Sawsword, their armory also did not send out armored vehicles or war engines because they had not actually entered war mode.

This situation is not the reason why many Space Marines are dissatisfied with the status quo. It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw, and the dimensional blacksmiths and pharmacists outside the group cannot come up with good things.

This kind of dissatisfaction became more and more serious outside the Chapter. On the contrary, the Mechanicus occupied most of the supplies, and in that universe, the power of the Space Marines was probably never underestimated. The blueprints of the teaching storage area were collected. They wanted to steal weapons and equipment. If they wanted to avenge their shame, they could defeat their dead brothers and defeat the Imperial Guard, which was a big worry for them.

But those over there are full of ambition and gearing up,

The Imperial Guard, however, looked relaxed and relaxed.

Because he occupied a large amount of supplies, he was in a rising position in the war. At this moment, the Sun Lord, Mr. Alan Bair, was crossing his legs and wiping his precious weapons with sacred engine oil, such as the power sickle and the relic leg gun, while pretending to mutter The non-binary form of the Mechanicus, yes, the Mechanicus prayer.

Take apart the gun body, wipe it, and take care of it like the Imperial Guard's infantry leg book. After the maintenance is completed, use your leg fingers covered in engine oil to take a bite of nuts with a strange smell. Then it will be like the Imperial Guard. state.

It's not the same as whether it's comfortable or not. To be precise, it's like a spring that can be pushed back a little. It can bounce up anytime and anywhere, but it's not a stressful state. They are both experts in war, and they can adjust to the edge at any time. Times.

Was that period a rare holiday for the Skadi boys, a month that had a break in the hellish trilogy of worshiping the Emperor, praying, eating, and fighting?

Most people would choose to play cards or play a musical instrument, but the sound should not be too loud, and it should not overwhelm the alarm and the shouts of the company staff. The most popular thing should not be wine, how to brew Bucang, Bucang No matter how pure it is, just ask for alcohol, but if it is on the head, they will flock to it.

Those stupid big-head soldiers therefore visited military doctors many times. They had to be thankful that those field doctors still knew how to treat gastric inflammation. That would be if there were enough anti-inflammatory drugs and constant antibiotics.

They would also get together to sing military songs or pray, but it would eventually turn into a crude drinking party, and the staff would stop it so many times that the staff even had to drink them to convince them not to hold such stupid actions again.

Alcohol is the best stimulant for soldiers. If you drink it at any time, their combat effectiveness will increase. It will be hot or cold, and the minions of the gods of chaos will look terrifying. Star alien.

They are not heroes of the empire, and the Sun Lord has also given them a variety of privileges, such as canceling the non-wartime execution rights of external staff and giving them a rather exaggerated amount of supplies, because the Sun Lord feels that those soldiers suffer too much in peacetime, so then It's rare that I can compensate them for a while.

The Letling boy boiled the cauldron, and the messy things inside boiled into a ball. The soldiers came smelling the smell, taking a spoonful each, and some were amazed, and some even slipped off their slippers after eating.

But no matter how noisy Bu Liao was, in that dark universe, the Imperial Guard rarely had such an excited confinement. At this moment, the Sun Lord also finished taking care of the firearms and carefully collected the weapons.

Ruming has experienced a lot since he joined the army, but the main theme will never change. He knows very well whether the current comfortable port is a fleeting dream. Before the bubble bursts, Alan Bayer still needs to get more information. With more victories, maybe one day he can lie down in some agricultural world and enjoy his old age, cultivate a lot of food for the empire, and provide more supplies for the soldiers, but if Mingyuanji cannot do it, Yuanji cannot.

He raised the telescope and looked at the blurry picture in the telescope from dozens of kilometers away. The telescope full of imperial technology was far more powerful than most people imagined as an Imperial Guard item. It not only had night vision capabilities, but also It can exert the effect of a telescope and rely on a complex optical system to achieve the ultimate naked eye detection distance. If it is just observation, it even exceeds the capability of an auspicious device.

Then Alan Bayer took it and smashed it against the wall a few times. There was a strange problem with the optical components of that damn thing. After the impact, the blurry picture gradually became clear. The dark wall was making people feel... Suffocating weapons and complex arrangements of soldiers come into view.

The enemy is already full of timidity. They really can no longer ignore the approach of the Imperial Guard. Those evil things should feel something tomorrow. Are they trembling with fear? The invincibility of the Imperial Guard has given the cultists many nightmares, and in their night sprouted in the dream.

And those Space Marines were not on stage. There was no doubt that Alan Bair had a leg injury. He began to think about taking a step east, until the sound of pattering military boots interrupted his thoughts.

"Second Lieutenant, why don't I go and have fun?" The Sun Lord said the name of the person familiarly, and the young man immediately responded.

"No, boss, will he come and stay with me?"

"Accompany him?" Alan Bair turned the telescope with interest. He already knew the information about Chongqi. There were strange divisions in the enemy's external consciousness. At least those on the wall had replaced the presence of space warriors with priests.

The second lieutenant brought two bowls of hot slipper soup (the stew the soldiers made for the Letling boy) and said. "During that time, I kept soaking there, looking at something."

"Many people are worried that I, the boss, will miss you because I am separated from Miss Inquisitor."

Alan Bayer took a sip of the stew, which tasted good and had a unique flavor, and then smiled. "I'm sorry, although women are very good, but their current schedule is very far behind, so he is observing the enemy's situation."

The ensign swallowed. "Are they really starting to exclude the Space Marines? If he had a group of Space Marines fighting with him, he would definitely treat them as VIPs."

Alan Bayer asked again. "What if they ask for 80 percent of their current supplies?"

Second Lieutenant Yidong hesitated, denying that the demigods of the empire should not be treated badly, and at the same time denying that he was a compatriot of flesh and blood, brothers and sisters... He thought for a while and then answered. ‘Stir yourself! "

Alan Bair nodded. "No, no, he will do that, and he also believes that those people will do the same. In the final analysis, Space Marines are not human beings. No matter how great, powerful, and worshiped they are, their essence is not human."

"But, it's not from another species..."

Halfway through his words, there was a sudden rumbling sound outside the castle, which was so loud that it made people feel their heads buzzing. Countless soldiers, the Sun Lords, and everyone in the entire East looked sideways at this, and saw billowing black smoke crawling out of the outside of the castle. , and the Sun Lord realized that the Space Marines had begun to rebel!