Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The prediction divination device, full name 13-Gamma-67, is the metal satellite of the Empire, and is added with the bones of many martyrs, heroes and loyalists. The exquisite equipment and the souls of the Emperor's believers allow it to detect and stabilize subspace fluctuations, providing a powerful weapon for the Empire's ships. The navigator assists and provides general information about the area.

It has been hanging here for decades. At this moment, there are exactly seventeen starships decades away that have moved into real space with their vigilant visual receivers.

As Ming, the Eighteenth Ship, arrives, the self-scripted data feed unfolds through the detector's artificial cortex, and automated review responds to the pre-scan readings, but just as its machine soul prepares to classify yet another scan as non-eventful , as an excellent slow-negative instrument blocking signal roared out from its auspicious instrument, the detector's meditation was broken.

The divination probe's void-hardened lens refocused, its plus-minus meter humming, sucking in data from every spectrum as reality warped.

The force field shifted and rippled across a vast area, the light bending in the twisted ultra-wide lenses the detector stared at, as if twisting at the core of a black hole, where many witchfires flickered and died into the darkness, each flame a It's like the shell of real space has been scorched.

Until the crack between reality and illusion appears, the physical substance is peeled off like the flesh on a leper's face, and the spiritual energy overflows, tumbling in the fountain and emitting strange light.

The real space shook violently, twisted and stretched at the same time, and then was torn open like a gaping wound, and a starship rushed out from inside.

The outside of its covering stand was stimulated by the witchcraft spirit, rolling, the engine humming and roaring in its efforts, the pistons kept going, and the ship's Geller field collapsed in the beating discharge fireball, revealing a spacecraft nearly several kilometers long. The dilapidated hull plates of the reinforced Imperial battleship were scorched and dented.

Behind it, the cracks in reality tumbled wildly, tendrils of foul light groping blindly like hounds trying to recapture the prize of countless souls before the ship escaped.

As the physical barrier caused by subspace anomalies collapsed in the real universe, the starship with constant wounds was finally able to sail freely. The detection satellite Gamma worked quickly to compile and classify, scan and transmit.

An oxhide scroll buzzed outside its armored hull, ready to fire a bundle of information through its aquila-carved array. The machine spirit interrogated and quickly determined the ship's location: an assault strike cruiser, a Space Marine's ships.

Faster automatic scanning detects and catalogs the crest of the Eagles of Destruction, from the wild world of Ghost Peak in the Gulf of Damocles.

The industrious Imperial probe is constantly working, collecting, recording, analyzing, and storing. Those high-end storage units composed of artificial neural units and wetware are not aware of the frictionless situation in the dark universe, so half of it. The stalled ship was coming towards it.

When the machine soul of the poor detection satellite realized that it was good, it frantically ignited the thrusters on its wings to pull away from the orbit, and packaged the communication language and sent it to the machine soul of the Space Marine cruiser. But while the server kept roaring, the huge battleship Then across the void, the diligent imperial engine turned into a ball of fire and exploded.

It has slight scorch marks on the bow plating on the right side of the assault cruiser, just to the east of the ship's name, and a small stain on the "Baptism of Fire" east side.

That remote waterway was only discovered by a few adventurer fleets many years after the empire was established. Because of its poor subspace flow and constant undercurrents, it was regarded as a non-first choice path by the empire. However, in the era of war, That position can prevent oneself from being discovered. The price can be roughly understood by looking at Baptism of Fire Ruming's appearance...

Many mortal servants stepped anxiously on the metal deck of the ship. Those servants who had lived on the strike cruiser for dozens of generations had never even seen what the planet looked like, nor had they ever landed in a nuclear world. Except for special The beloved servant, most people's life is just a part of the Baptismal Fire combat strike cruiser, a very small part.

That trip to subspace was the first time many people had seen such serious losses in their lives. Compared to the calmness of the Space Marines, the chaos and trampling of the mortals made the maintenance of order worse and worse, and the speed became slower and slower.

As time went by, problems occurred with the gravity generating array outside the ship. Countless people were conscious like drowning fish, struggling to hold on to armrests and other objects under the constant flashing warning lumen, relying on strength to pull forward, as if People who could swim were flooded.

But no matter how chaotic it is, as long as the Space Marines step past them, the mortals will stop and use their slender legs and arms to perform the Aquila Salute for them like Ben.

At this moment, the emergency lumen light flashed outside the ship. The fourth company commander was urgently looking for someone. He did not need to hold on and pull anything like those mortals. He was as stable as if there were suction cups on the soles of his feet. Several fighting brothers around him were holding on. Ready to go.

He slammed into the failed door valve in front of him, and the iron sheet bent under its power. After the power failed, the small gap between his shoulder armor was held by his leg fingers, and the power armor made a sizzling sound, and the power system was driven with full force.

After a sharp buzzing sound that made one's teeth hurt, the hydraulic iron door, which had no power provided by the battleship, was actually pulled open by human power, revealing the main power control room inside.

Those sparkling and complex imperial machines were originally supposed to assist the core power of the strike cruiser. Those circuits and enhanced information processors or skull servers were supposed to be the help for them to break through the subspace, but they were completely destroyed.

Traces of power axes can be seen everywhere, holy bone remains and servos, saint skins or diviners, those things are all being crazily attacked and paralyzed at the same time.

The emotionless pupil display of the mechanical sage in scarlet robes looked at the furious warrior, and the mechanical sound grid roared, chanting the demonic mechanical language from the subspace.

"0100100010010…"

The irony is that the person who still graced the light of Ohm's Messiah during the journey devoted himself wholeheartedly to using his weak metal body to maintain the extremely important room, and when Geller's position was partially disabled, he resisted Warp filth completes its great mission.

Ru Ming, in the eyes of the fourth company commander, the dutiful sage is dead, and his loyal soul was swept away by the torrents that continue to echo in the subspace. Ru Ming Liudong has that metal body, which is pitiful and pitiful .

But what the Heretic here wanted to say or do, at this moment, the Space Marine Captain tensed his muscles like a beast, lowered his body, and fired like a blazing flame, like a projectile, piercing the space filled with crazy mechanical words.

As a veteran, he has experienced confinement when heretics bewitched his comrades, and he has also tasted the test of wrong faith. When his extremely fast thoughts and two strong hearts beat, the blood flows, the muscles roar, and he holds the hand with ten thousand pounds of strength. The heretic's pathetic throat, the strength of his legs and fingers completely cut off the grid in his throat, causing the whisper to dissipate.

He took the entire metal head away, and the blood-red engine oil sprayed out, dyeing the company commander's red cloak and beautiful armor. But the soldier only didn't care about himself, and threw the head away, and shot it with explosive shells outside the ship. Deep bullet marks and the fragmented remains of the exploded skull were left in the warehouse.

Are loyal souls well versed in worshiping the Golden Throne before the Lord of Mankind? But it seemed that he was hopeless. The sadness and pity flashed through the hearts of the mortals who followed the Space Marines, but it was only a flash.

They moved forward to collect the blood-like oil and debris, and before the ship could be stabilized, a large-scale heresy inspection and hundreds of deaths were avoided.

Only after sacrifice, blood, and change can the precarious ship dock. But the Fourth Captain does not need safety, he needs to move, he needs to leave, he needs to go to that rebellious freeport, and use Space Marine raids to provide support for the Imperial Guard. Find a camp in the east that can be stationed.

The Destruction Eagle's powerful maneuverability allows them to penetrate places lacking air defense like sharp spears. The enemy has mercenaries and pirates and clumsy civilian ships, which cannot effectively hinder the Space Marines' warships. They need to gather strength on the enemy. Enter before and destroy those enemies to gain the upper hand.

Ke Ruming, their astropaths died and the astropath array was lost. At the same time, the sage priests in the general control area also became corrupted and were cleaned up. The cocoaability of subspace travel was destroyed, and most of the systems failed. If not, The engine can probably travel at sub-light speed, so they are just space hulks...

The company commander who had just returned was stopped by the technical sergeant on the bridge. The hissing sound and the third leg reminded the company commander of the mechanical sage who had just been torn apart, and the brother who believed in Ohm Messiah spoke. He said words that gave the company commander a headache. "It's about 80 light years away from the free port. One stop of subspace navigation can take up to two days to experience. In the real world, one week is the most."

"He knows! Then I let the ship enter the subspace?!" The company commander yelled angrily, and many brothers working there stopped working in the East Leg. His gaffe was witnessed by many people. It was terrible. And extremely inappropriate for now.

The company commander quickly calmed down and muttered. "What is my name?"

Techmarine replied. "Callum, bro."

he asks. "Brother Kellum, they have lost a lot of ground."

The technical sergeant replied, "They have had several gun deck fires and ammunition explosions, and the stern void shield generator is no longer working. Ship-wide communications have failed, and they have lost more than half of the ship's oracles."

"What about their subspace engines?" the Fourth Company Commander asked.

"The dead Sage Ramdux was forced into stasis for fear of feedback from the sky or evil spilling out, and now it has proven impossible to restart," the sergeant answered.

"Then they are paralyzed," the company commander said angrily. "Without the power of the warp engines to penetrate the Veil, they were limited to conventional engines. Their journey through the warp would have taken days and conventional power would have taken years. They had no way of reconnecting with the main force or even getting their Comrades know they are alive!"

"How long will it take for them to make repairs?" he continued.

"They don't have equipment, large equipment. Secondly, the death of the technical sage also brings a definite vacancy. The core technology of the subspace engine can only be mastered by the casting sage with a civilization level of 15 or above." The technical sergeant read.

The company commander's core was thrown to the ground by Technical Sergeant Kellum. He had spent his years training at the Mars Academy. The reality was indeed the case. The Mechanicus would not hand over the core to any outsider, let alone a smart Space Marine. More dangerous.

"So what is their current course of action?" The Master Chief, who had successfully entered the core area of ​​the Fourth Company, listened for a long time and then asked.

He also said. "Presumably they have been unable to successfully quell the enemy and are now wandering in the darkness of the stars. They cannot serve the Emperor's will."

said the company commander. "Activate the fortune teller." After hearing this, the technical sergeant pressed a rune sequence into the holographic platform and whispered the awakening ritual as before.

The device flashed actively, creating a three-dimensional map of the local space from light to dark in the air. The "Baptism of Fire" was located in the center, represented by a red rune, and around it the map followed the ships. The remaining oracles slowly expand by weaving their surroundings into data murals.

Ironically, the satellite that provided the information had just been hit by them, and now they could rely on the slow scanning of the instruments at the dock, making every minute now seem torturous.

"There are confirmations of machine spirits from deep space satellites," Kellum said. "That at least puts them on the edge of a star system."

"There!" the Master Chief said, pointing as more runes flashed. "An asteroid belt. A gas giant. A dead world."

"More planets," the Captain said, "and with Imperial symbols. Thanks to the Emperor's grace, they have arrived at a settled system, brothers."

Aerospace data is spread out on one side of the map. Names began to flash, written in High Gothic while the bridge crew struggled to triangulate.

"Loander System!" Tech Sergeant Kellum read aloud. "And there, in the capital world, Loander Prime, Tithe Level 2 (low-level hive world), that means there are sufficient orbital docks to speed up their repairs."

"Even better..." the Master Chief said happily, typing the command into the rune key of the holodeck. The display focused on Kalides Prime, expanding that world into a slowly rotating sphere and projecting additional information around it in a halo.

"A star language array for a planet," the company commander showed a stiff smile. "That's good news. Not only will they be able to repair the Baptism of Fire, they'll probably be able to rely on that planet's astropath psychic choir to penetrate the warp and send a message to Skadi."

"They will keep them informed of their situation at their destination and coordinate their rendezvous with Pangia's expeditionary fleet. They will return to the heart of the war!"

The sergeant chief suddenly interrupted the company commander. "Sorry, but it's located in the Freeport-controlled area, and he thought the enemy already knew they were going to attack, so..."

"Always eager to kill the enemy and sharpen the edge of the sword, he is bright red, brother." the company commander replied. "Issuing orders to all operational brothers in the fleet."

"They found a world where they could serve the empire, but as they penetrated deeper into the enemy's territory, like spears piercing the enemy camp, they could face any situation!"

‘Have your bombs ready! Landing, killing, eagles striking the sky, death falling from the sky, no longer the Emperor! "

"No to the Emperor!" shouted the warriors of the Eagles of Destruction after hearing the order. Their deep and sonorous voices passed through the corridors of the ship and through the deep cabins, filling their mortal servants with pride and courage!