Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

He begged to seize fate by the throat. It tried to make him surrender, but it was absolutely impossible. If life is so beautiful, live a thousand lifetimes!

——————Beethoven

The void is so vast. Just one star sector spans several galaxies. The distance that humans once could see in the ancient Terra era is only an extremely short subspace journey in the future, ranging from hundreds of light years to just a few days. , there are only dozens of days in thousands.

But the prosperity and tragedy of the universe are unfolding in such a stretched space. The gods of chaos use their threads called subspace to tightly hold people's destiny. Countless people can beat like puppets. The elites of the empire know the reality of the universe. They attribute it to chaos, disorder and bad natural character, so much so that they classify it as "evil"...

When people think so and regard violence as the only answer to evil, the interests of subspace can reach its peak. Is it true that malice exists deep in everyone's heart and constantly nourishes the chaotic negative universe.

Therefore, war cannot destroy those monsters, but peace and harmony can. Even if a star region cannot make any waves, the peace is something that will never be recognized by the gods.

The weird and evil smile echoes in the vast space of tens of thousands of light years in the Pangia sub-sector. The empire believes that the void where the warships are stationed in the waterway is wrong for dividing its territory. It is meaningless to those non-material cosmic creatures, and they just follow it. The inner heart, or the inner heart of all intelligent creatures in the entire universe, provokes extremely vicious emotions.

In the void space outside Skadi, countless mechanical priests tried their best and emptied their wealth, and then used the architectural templates of the dark technology era to quickly modularize and form a not too big void space station. It looked like a piece of metal. A chaotic Rubik's Cube, with ships large and small moving in and out of its exterior.

The world made of iron, the Lord of Skadi, provides the best credit and shelter for the turbulent universe. Those who have been displaced and have no other way out can come there to work, and those fearful and precarious businessmen are proud to be protected there. , the heart of the entire star region began to beat slowly.

It was a mixed blessing. Skadi was here, and the lord looked at the report in his leg. During that period, the pirate attacks not only did not decrease, but intensified. People couldn't help but doubt the origin of those pirates. As a former Imperial Guard commander, he With the aid of the Space Marines' high mobility, Alan Bair quickly began calling the staff to gauge the situation.

Bu Nao's wrong leg that time was obviously well prepared. Since the pirates' line could not be fixed, Alan Bayer realized that the wrong leg was wrong almost instantly. He had studied his strategy in detail...

His complicated thoughts quickly grasped the contradiction of the situation, always wrong? No, those guys are almost dead. Do you have any information? Skadi exterior? Not outside the sector?

The immediate battle situation should not be leaked out so easily. The confidentiality within the empire is not strict. However, if the enemy is someone from outside the empire and has the financial resources and personnel, they can also bribe the clerical profession to obtain battlefield information.

Lord Skadi only used data and intelligence for a period of time to get a general idea of ​​the situation, but it was only a guess. He failed to use many of the tactics he often used when the enemy counterattacked in an orderly manner, such as having Imperial Guard warships jump gangs and three-point tests. distance, but such tactics are not often used by other troops.

Can he be sure that a new kind of haze has appeared in that star region, and that the war-torn place is ready to welcome a new war without even showing the light behind the dark clouds?

"Emperor, why am I so cruel? Do you think the evil monsters in the subspace are trying to show hope for the Empire on the road to the Sun Star Realm?" He murmured to himself.

Alan Bair groped for the holographic strategic star map in front of him. From a new recruit who knew nothing to a hero who commanded the Imperial Guard, he had experienced a lot. If he had looked at that thing a few years ago, he would have been confused?

Otherwise, the Lord of Skadi will not be confused anymore. Now that the storm of fate is sweeping across again, he must also be prepared for any disaster.

Soon, military supplies were increased, the frequency of border patrols was increased, and factories were operating at full speed. Orders were issued to expand the scope of food cultivation outside Skadi and to recycle commercial energy. There were also requests for additional training for soldiers outside Skadi. , most people can feel the feeling that a storm is about to come, which is never good.

A few days later, the cafeteria was overcrowded due to additional training. The newly recruited Catachan recruits who had just completed the Catachan special training had gone through a long training. , adventurers, or foreigners who were born in the outer front of the hive city and were left alive by the dirty blizzard.

Those cruel experiences urged them to move forward and brought them a lot of success, but they were different from real forest warriors. They did not have the thick and dark muscles, nor did they have the inheritance of Catachan blades. After contacting the Ministry of Military Affairs, in addition to The blades of the active Catachan team of about 20 people currently serving the Master Chief and his subordinates were recovered by Catachan's exclusive Military Affairs Department.

In order to show the spirit of the forest and praise them for the sacrifice of the Empire, the Catachan soldiers not only have an exclusive unit organization, but also have the right to recover the relics of the Catachan people, which belong to the culture of the world to which they belong. The lord cannot be disobedient.

It can be said that the Catachans trained today are no longer children of the forest, but the special historical crystallization of the ice planet. They need a new name, but there is currently no war for them. name.

And the Master Chief, who had been able to take a rest as an instructor early in the morning, was chatting with the boy Letling who was cooking the food about the recent messy things outside the cafeteria. The actions during that time made the Skadi troops enjoying the rare peace ready to move, but they did not Know who your enemies are and where they come from.

The soldiers' war cries and training sounds continued outside, and the boy Letling used it as a soundtrack to stir the boiler. The aroma was overflowing, and there was thick oil and smoke. He could see the big wooden spoon stirring the rich soup, and hanging on the noodles. With a rich sauce, there was a lot of messy food stains stuck on the spoon.

chanted the Letling. "He wants to start a war again. He is enjoying his current confinement. He can cook and chat with women. The confinement is very complicated. He also looks forward to using a sniper rifle to blow open the enemy's head. Otherwise, he hopes that the military confinement will end. , hungry every day.” His views are as simple and true as ever.

Master Chief Catachan answered as he walked over to the table. "They have no choice whether the war can be fought from the east. The Emperor will protect them from victory, and they need to do their best. And the current situation of the enemy is not clear. Strategic actions require fine-tuning the external environment..."

He said that to comfort himself. He was not escaping from the war, but he did not want the place where he had just started to be involved in destruction, and he did not want his hometown to become a wasteland.

He picked up a drink and drank to vent his damn dissatisfaction, because they all knew that there was death and war in that universe.

For a moment, in addition to the sound of stirring pots and bowls, there was the faint sound of swallowing in the entire cafeteria. The silence was terrifying, as if it was begging to take away people's souls.

Only those who have experienced the horror of war can understand clearly. Whether the veterans of Skadi are afraid of the violence or the organized "individuals" called civilization are timid when they understand the "violence" of another civilization very well.

That kind of power is irreversible for individuals, so even if it doesn't, those decision-makers will be sucked into it, but at the end of the dark forty thousand years of human civilization, it is almost inevitable.

The silence was not broken until a young man in military uniform walked into the cafeteria. The second lieutenant walked next to Chief Catachan, and Chief Catachan naturally handed over the drink and muttered. "Attracted by the wind of war, you came to hug your comrades for warmth?"

The second lieutenant looked at the veteran who was close to middle age. "It's their time to pick up Donglai, it's wrong..."

"Wrong, for a change, he and Arkady are engaged."

"Engagement?" The Letling boy became interested, and the Master Chief stopped the wine glass in his lap to chew on the name. He felt it was familiar, and then he shouted. "Arkady? Captain Kellys Arkady?! Captain of Falakxia?"

The ensign nodded and said. "At that time, she was applying to be discharged from the army, and he wondered whether the affiliation of the 113th Regiment of Falakxia could be assigned to his name."

"Ha, congratulations. Lieutenant General Alan Bair did that. He really doesn't like power. Although he is capable, it is wrong for him to share a lot. When will the wedding be held?" the Master Chief asked cheerfully. His junior asked, realizing that if this was a happy event for the entire Skadi, it also represented the happiness within the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment.

They were the only Miracle Legion in the legend who later wiped away their shame and revived their hometown. Their experience was so rich that all of them retired. Those complicated combat experiences were enough for the empire to respectfully arrange for those heroes to serve as PDFs in the Garden World.

But if we leave now, is there a good place to live in the entire universe? They have experienced despair, hope, return, too many terrible things, and too many lingering honors. In the past, if the veterans did not die, they would wither.

When those tragic fates weigh on the bodies of those poor people, the value of that wedding will also increase. Although it is twisted to use one's own life events to boost morale, it is not an empire.

There is nothing more beautiful than the blessings given by soldiers, and nothing is sweeter than victory. If failure makes everything become hell, then no matter how beautiful things are, there is no need to exist.

Therefore, Master Chief Catachan smiled bitterly and refused to say anything. "He knows that he is the one who makes invitations for nobles. The food for the banquet can be paid for by the Letling boy. I hope I can bear it!"

"It's such a heavy responsibility, Bu Nuo, thank me..." The second lieutenant sighed, and the pressure came to him. At this moment, Sergeant Catachan patted his shoulder. "No, the entire 4th Regiment and the 113th Regiment of Falaksia are having fun. Don't show a bitter expression, his brother."

The second lieutenant showed a fleeting complex expression. Why didn't he know what his wedding would mean at this moment? But no one can escape from the whirlpool of war, and that event came during the noisy meal time of the Catachan soldiers. The smell of people's skin and sweat was briefly dissipated.

There is the sound of swallowing food and everything that people need to survive to maintain the most basic things, such as the essence of the dark universe, but human nature will also make humans do all kinds of things beyond their desires and abilities. That is not imperial. The source of the emperor's bright light is also the only beacon in the dark universe.

And Skadi's brightest source of light may be the Sun Lord, yes, the former Sun Lord himself.

Alan Bayer noticed that most of the world's conditions maintained those clumsy and stupid balances. He didn't dare to think about what would happen without him in that place, but at the same time, he also had to think about the future. He was not a great person. , will you try your best?

He walked anxiously in the office. The once precious relic gun had been put in the drawer and was about to rust. Although the technology in the dark ages was not like that, he inadvertently thought, could he afford to lead a war? A secret, a terrible war?

Then he began to reassure himself that those things would not come, otherwise his thoughts were too complicated and could not be extracted from those deaths and pains. Soon he relied on the psychological quality he had trained on the battlefield to settle down. Those killings, The explosion couldn't kill him.

The demons and monsters did not break his heart. Even when he saw demons and subspaces, his will was still as strong as the edge of a sword, and he did not retreat. Some people commented that if the Lord of Skadi is not spiritual, then the empire will ask for more. An Alpha level now!

Regardless of whether the posthumous title is true or not, that kind of "gift" did not fall on him, and he did not like cruelty or pray for it. He needed peace and tranquility in his life.

Ironically, the entire universe will not change anything because of one person's external intentions, but it will open the door to the demands of the entire group. This is neither the source of suffocating fear in the endless void, nor the world's most powerful one. A romantic nightmare.

Just like the Emperor's joke to those who work hard, the Inquisition's exclusive warship descended from the void, and the news it brought was not good. Instead, it represented that the entire universe was once again facing Skadi's cold world. Showing fangs.

Inquisitor Nova jumped east from the transport plane. The war engine was roaring, as if expecting the storm to come. The thread of fate was gradually pulling on all the people still living in that universe in the looming operation of subspace.

At the same time, those things buried deep in the nightmare move one step closer from the void to actual existence. Among the countless squirming weirdnesses, one day, Cuo Cuo will choose between the emperor's light and the death brought by the devil. 1. Whether that world can continue with the victory of mankind, or whether it can be destroyed by the laughter of the devil...

It doesn't end well either way, so all Skadi people can do is enjoy the present...