Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

"Caves made of metal? We humans are so timid that we need to use those things to protect ourselves from being killed by nature?"

————Tau Army, Kroot

The huge and majestic castle is comparable to the Holy Mountain in Terra. It is thousands of meters tall and is like a metal monster or dragon, crawling in the wilderness. It is far colder than the ordinary world, let alone a regular visitor with a bad personality, and is wrong. For most Skadi people still alive in that era, that kind of place can be called home.

The metal mountains stretch continuously, comparable to any wonder in nature, whether it is cold or hot, and the many evils that follow, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, blizzards, earthquakes, it doesn't matter to the iron dragon.

No matter how huge and terrifying the buildings or natural features are, they will never touch the ground as their foundation. The many open spaces around the castle are also one of the few places where Skadi people can touch the sad nature of the world.

Due to the cold, harsh climate, dry land or lack of air, even well-armed soldiers can only wear thick winter clothes and move slowly on the scarred ground of Naskadi.

In such a bad place, there is an old man with his head lowered. He is only wearing undyed inferior cotton clothes, and his feet are dragging deep marks on the ground with thick chains. However, where he is cultivating, the light green plants have people's legs. That's so high.

And he, the old man, was obviously taller than them, with red hair and wrinkles. But at this moment, he was dragging a load that seemed to be the weight of an adult and wielding a terrifying hoe, feeling that he could chop off the heads of mortals anytime and anywhere. Come, let him who offends him die.

It was hard to imagine that warrior who had once been galloping on the battlefield. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. The loose, makeshift cloth could not cover the black carapace spots on his body. The violence of war had never completely faded away. .

Just when the star's warm light was focused by the translucent red greenhouse and shone warmly on the twinkling crops, the veteran finally exhaled.

The field that the Lord of Skadi had high hopes for was full of new hope. The thousand-acre field cultivated by Space Warrior Ruming relied on only one person, but it was still growing vigorously. In the end, in January, the fruits were abundant, and those special crops were It will become a treasure that saves countless people in the empire.

Can the person who once killed bear that responsibility? The complex public opinion and pressure was held down by the Lord of Skadi, but even so, the place where the sinner was was also a forbidden place, although Hagrid was content to sleep with the vegetation. , but when he used the soft soil as his bed and enjoyed the rare mediocrity, the roar of firearms and the sound of engine servo appeared in his ears.

The Space Marines were not afraid, and neither was the feeling that kept Hagrid awake. If his brothers were wrong to accuse him of living from the East, and if the Chaos Gods were punishing him, even if he escaped to the surface, he would still be alive. In the shelter of Lord Skadi, within the light of the Star Torch, and in the material world of the real universe, those feelings are still clear, even to the point where they are enough to drive mortals crazy.

Is that why Hagrid chose to take care of plants? At this moment, he buried his face in the field, as if dead, with the smell of plants, soil, roots, and the touch of tiny insects entrenched on his long-unconscious skin. , it seems that no one knows that that huge, old warrior is still alive in that world.

After he is dead and no longer a spirit, he has soil and rest to make him comfortable, and his only goal in life is to cultivate more lives and regard it as his own salvation and comfort.

The silent air flows slowly here. There is no noise of living things. It is as if it is dead. There are leaves hitting each other in the flow of air. The faint and almost invisible rustling sound means that the world is no longer the same. The dead silence of the void.

But the quiet thing seemed to be destined to be broken. After the rapid footsteps, the unattended greenhouse was opened, and the girl's silver bell-like voice was dazzling. "Plant, what kind of plant is that?"

The maid behind added with a trembling voice. "That's Lord Alan Bair's greenhouse, the wheat should be grown there, Duchess Arya! Don't run away!"

Arya, who was wearing heavy clothes, felt that it was extremely warm there, and she felt inexplicably excited, a kind of joy that belongs to living things rather than plants. Those things that had been suppressed for decades saw crops for the first time tomorrow. Although they were not farmland, they made her feel excited. Arya's sensible child played like a wild animal.

She frolics along the reclaimed road. The little girl in Pan Lan has never seen a plant in her life. For her, the wheat and green creatures standing there are neatly erected like legions. Things I've seen.

She ran for a few steps, ignoring the maid's shouts. She felt too hot again, so she threw away all her thick dresses and scattered her clothes piece by piece along the field path provided for people to walk.

The maid shouted in fear and anger, "Duke! Duke Arya! There are monsters there!" and went to pick up those priceless clothes that were stained with dust. But for Arya, she was wearing only thin clothes. He was still wearing clothes, and his red skin was enjoying the wind brought by running. It was a bit cold, but it was definitely not uncomfortable.

She looked at the wheat. The green ears of wheat had raised their heads, and she couldn't help but think about how terrible they would be if baked into bread. According to the book, they would become golden and beautiful.

Arya was tired. She walked on the dirt roadside, panting and exhaling cold air like red mist. She lowered her head and looked at the wheat ears in the field, and stretched out her legs curiously to touch the plant.

"Don't move!" A thick voice came, and Arya shrank her legs as if she was electrocuted. She glanced sideways at the old man lying on the ground. Could it be that because of the shrinkage of the old space warrior's body, the smart child didn't notice him at all? Just ask about your identity.

"Old man, where should I sleep? Where is the bed?"

Hagrid said nothing, just looking at the light of the stars, as if he felt that the child would soon leave, like those who were afraid of him.

Arya continued to ask. "Did you plant the fields there? Can you teach him? He wants Pan Lan to be as beautiful as there."

"Old man, won't you shut up? Isn't wheat green? He thinks it's golden."

Hagrid was too annoyed at the moment, so he asked helplessly. "Have I never seen a plant?"

"Does it count in the book?" Arya answered.

"No, it's a good thing I haven't been to Catachan, otherwise I wouldn't be so fond of those little villains. I want to know, they will die if they don't take good care of them. They are very delicate, Even then, I still want to plant them?" It was rare for Hagrid to say so many words, and it was not wrong to say such things to the Lord of Skadi. It seemed like it had been two months, and it was even a long time ago.

"Ah... then leave it to his father. He is amazing. Secondly, those plants can create air, can't they? His hometown needs to import air, and his father has a headache because of the expense. If it is beautiful there The plants help them have a good atmosphere and he will take care of them."

Arya spoke of that simple vision. She knew that things were often not that simple, and her usual maturity made many people forget that she was not very old.

"Too naive. Those wheats are just soldiers. I need to train, train, and cultivate them. When they mature, they leave me and exert their own effects. Whether they become a new crop or dissipate into flour, he doesn't think I can Responsible." Hagrid commented harshly.

"Then let him become your soldier. He will not leave until he learns that he can be the same." Arya answered seriously.

Hagrid wanted to say something, but the maid quickly chased him. The young girl with a pockmarked face had never stepped out of Panlan in her life. She was very worried and timid. She was even afraid of the wheat. They're making Arya sick.

And when she shouted. "Duke, go back!"

Arya said no. "Go back? Compared to that, look at his new friend!" She turned her legs towards Hagrid, and the maid moved forward curiously, but when the former Space Marine stood up, his huge body, the black carapace on his legs and arms , countless wounds, and the look of mud on his cheeks made the timid mortal open his eyes wide and speak slurred.

Countless rumors were crawling in the poor man's head. She thought of many rumors and then shouted. "Oh God...Emperor!" She turned her head as if her little legs could outrun a Space Marine.

Running away would destroy the world Hagrid knew. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Arya, as if he was afraid that the girl would look so ugly after seeing him clearly, but Arya caressed his thick legs and arms. He said worriedly after being left with a wound by the sage of the Black Mechanicus.

"Power ax? He saw his father use it. The wound was not easy to heal. I was wearing very good armor at that time?"

"No, no is good..." Hagrid showed a hint of loneliness, and Arya tried to comfort him. "Ah, I'm sorry. He can understand. Good armor is like family. When Bu Nao saw the wound, he turned red. That person has already left..."

Hagrid said complicatedly at this moment. "What should I... do with my clothes?" He changed the subject and asked again. "Without clothes, a mortal would freeze to death walking through the courtyard to the gate. Just stay with him for the night..."

"He has a wooden house, and the suit of armor is also in the house. He can leave a place for me and make a bed for me with quilts. I hope my delicate body can support his quilt."

Arya smiled. "No, but he was not born aristocrat. When he was enjoying the floor and being scolded in the slums, he didn't know the feeling of quilts and beds, books or studying."

‘Come on, old man, he wants to learn my technology so that any soil can grow malt! "

Hagrid's old cheek touched Dong, and he moved forward slowly. The wound that had been hit by the Black Mechanical Sage no longer hurt. He was now extremely lucky to have met the Sun Lord, yes, the Lord of Skadi, no Alan Bair, nor his adventure.

When the person who was not destined to die peacefully was pulled towards the wooden house, they made the bedding and the bed. Arya occupied the window on the second floor where she could observe the moonrise. Hagrid took out the best food to entertain the child. , and introduce to her the honor and merit of his Terminator armor that once protected the empire.

He still concealed a lot of words about how he had fallen into chaos, but the paint on his face would never fade, and the paint painted with blood would not hide from the girl's sharp gaze, but Arya pretended not to know and praised her. The honor that the veteran did.

She politely didn't mention anything about the old man's past. She just enjoyed the fun of meeting friends and was ready to accept more wisdom. When the maid hurriedly found Alan Bair, the Lord of Skadi was eating a sandwich. The woman slapped the table and shouted.

"Lord Alan Bair! The captive monster in your greenhouse has taken advantage of his young lady!"

Alan Bair's movements in eating the sandwich were slow for a moment, and then he burst into laughter. "Pfft... Arya's boy?"

"She? Being ignored? Emperor, thank God, that girl is not easy to make mistakes. Finally, something attracts her attention!"

The maid scolded in dissatisfaction. "My lord, no joke, that huge and terrifying inhuman monster once served the traitor. For example, he ate their ruthless Miss Arya alive..."

Alan Bayer said. "He was a spineless veteran. After his brother left and the war was lost, he could no longer eat anything alive."

"He understands our fear, but believe him, my lady is fine."

The maid was a little persuaded. "No... Well, then he wants to ask you to bring clothes, very relevant daily necessities. His offensive look tomorrow may scare him... He likes it, and he is still afraid..."

"Pan Lan is his friend, he will go, and that will ensure the safety of the first duchess of Skadi. Don't worry, he has saved more than a few people in the empire." Alan Bair comforted the maid , the lady blushed instantly, was sent out by the gentle Lord Skadi, and returned to the room indifferently.

When he returned to the office, Alan Beyer pressed his nose and muttered. "What is that little guy doing..."

The next day, Arya woke up early, even before Hagrid, or she hadn't had a good night's sleep, and when the Space Marine felt his first peaceful sleep after the war tomorrow, he saw the sight of the panda with him. The little girl with bright eyes held up the paint bucket and used rough iron sheet and blue paint to paint the Terminator armor in the warehouse.

Although it is very rough, it is not beautiful, and it can even be said to be filthy as a holy relic...

Arya touched her nose, her red skin turned black due to the dust on her body, and said. "He didn't know what the color of the Astartes' armor represented, so he used the color blue that is most described in the book, sorry..."

Old Hagrid touched the armor, and suddenly picked up the paint, and painted a circular logo inlaid with olive branches on the shoulder armor and chest, which was also the symbol of the Ultramar knights.

"No, I did very well, just like when he quit. The only thing missing is that, he wronged his brother twice..."

Arya asked. "Why don't you try it on if you don't want to wear it?"

Hagrid replied. "He doesn't deserve it, he can't do it..." He shook his head repeatedly.

Next to the window of the warehouse, a young man in military uniform was leaning against the window, holding a starch cube in his leg with berry jam, and talking to himself. "I'm qualified now, he, the Sun Lord said so."

Arya looked at that one and laughed. "Uncle, would it be better to add a front?"

Alan Bayer didn't take a breath, and felt that his blood pressure was a little high...

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