Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 259 Angel came to him

Loander, one of the countless hive worlds in the empire, is constantly burning, industrious, ignorant of the residents, and has a harsh environment. It is not a model among models for the empire, but for the people's livelihood in that world, there is nothing wrong with it. The lords were tyrannical and tyrannical, with many conquests and plunders, but this made them even more trusting in the majesty of the God-Emperor and their unshakable loyalty.

As a result, the murderous calamity fell to the east. When the governor's blood was wet in the towering tower, a treacherous betrayal also began to take shape. The "trade fleet" of the Enjili space port that was originally lowered to that world in the name of friendly trade and so on, came from the east. "Cargo" took up arms and massacred the loyal people of the empire.

The universe is long, things are sudden, and the void is extremely vast, so the weak news was stopped after the Star Language array was accurately interfered by illegal psychics and exploded the heads of many innocent Star Language Academy prophets.

Among the decaying ruins, a strange man wearing an Imperial Guard general's uniform, but with no military rank on his shoulders and no sign of the Holy Eagle, was holding a familiar weapon, the Skadi's favorite heat ray gun. , detonating the gun, and calmly looking eastward from the heights of the ruins.

There are intricate reinforced concrete roads, parked vehicles everywhere, and dead bodies strewn everywhere. These things are the source of supplies for the entire strange criminal force, but the area they care about most is not designed to spread signals. The posture is strange, like a star language fortress like a big pot lid.

Gothic black gold surrounds the east, the void shield is in a trance under the flames of the earth-shaking cannon, and countless ditches and trenches are buried in the chaotic defense line composed of the Imperial Guard and pdf. It is difficult to imagine that there are such loyal people in such a world, even in Weapons and equipment, numbers of people, and individual soldier training were no longer an advantage, but they still persisted.

The "general" man in a high position chanted. "He hates them." "Because they are ignorant and worship the Corpse Emperor. Because they are narrow-minded and refuse to accept the true power of the dark gods, and the most important thing is to accept the glory that belongs to them. But he also pities them."

"Is there anything...so pity...my lord?" The voice came from Craster, the evil war lord named Ed von Ka's ruthless lieutenant asked, and the interesting Thrax He is an illegal psychic who is good at the psychic system.

Thus his sumptuous robes were intricately decorated with clanking alembics and experimental spirit leg grenades.

The sound he made from the mask was like that of a drowning man, gasping for words in the alveolar fluid of his lungs.

"Slark, his voyeur, don't I know? Those poor people were deprived of everything," gushed Ed von Kar. "They refused to share in the spiritual blessings of their astropaths because their God-Emperor taught them greed, cruelty, and selfishness.

He taught them that it was through suffering that their lives had meaning, and that freedom and rights were the clever names for curses.

He has mercy on them, whose faith is founded on weakness, who clings to the little they have now and refuses to give or receive the gifts that would be theirs, and they must set an example and show them a better way. "

Just when he shut up, the roar of artillery fire rumbled through the air. The evil army lord raised his proud head and watched the artillery shells flying from behind the artillery camp, commanding the shield of the fortress, and then exploded instantly.

Dirty flames bloomed, while the void shield flickered, adding to the fury of their efforts as shrapnel from the explosion and thick clouds tens, hundreds of meters high swirled around the shield's bright outer ring. , simultaneously ineffective and pathetic.

"They still can't break their shields remotely, my lord," Castle said. "However, Imperial forces survived... outside the Temple District."

"They continue to have the power to...harass their flanks. If the astropaths of Lord Bandelta, the master of Enjili Spaceport, find that they are unable to receive the astropaths before the eastern stage, then after a lot of time, even if After they capture that...sanctuary...then he will...punish them for their failure." His tone was desperate and wavering, and his spirit was filled with uncertainty, causing many mortal soldiers to see terrible hallucinations and become miserable. Call.

"Be patient, Custer." Ed von Ka comforted his evil lieutenant in a sincere and pleasant tone. "Fight should be calm and calm, until the last drop of blood and liquid is extracted, remembering that Entropy is their partner and the Chaos Gods are on their side."

"Suffering is not their gift. Hunger, despair, strategy, rage, assassination, betrayal, the inevitability of those chaotic existences will make the battlefield more uncertain. These are not the medium for the spread of our god's power. When they step into this religion , will those who know the will of the gods teach them this way?”

"Dark Praise..." Custer cackled.

"Dark Praise!" the Dark War Lord repeated before continuing. "In the past, their enemies would have surrendered, Castor, and as for the Imperial Guardsmen hiding in the Temple District, let them try to fight them!"

"Let them use their meager strength to resist the unyielding might of the N'djili legions! He praised their tenacity and relished in the utter despair of their cause. Let them give them the suffering they needed to help achieve this goal Their true purpose, let them... be generous!"

Another round of bombing continued, and the artillery battalion in the command east turned countless high-explosive ammunition into the most terrifying roar. At the same time, many unique weirdos picked up their own weapons. They had carapace armor, chain swords, and some. Explosive guns, and tattoos with lots of unique and crazy patterns, weird runes or worst of all, the eight-pointed star of chaos attached to the body.

And that weird army is composed of two kinds of people, one is the orphans who appeared in the bad order of the Enjili space port and were collected and initially trained soldiers, or the worst and most terrifying mercenaries among them, who are A mercenary king with great achievements after hundreds of battles.

At the same time, those runes do not just show the body and threaten the enemy, but are smeared with witchcraft fuel by the Chaos Wizards, Masters of Psychics and other people closest to Chaos one by one, and they will never fall off for life. While falling, the subspace sensing ability of the smeared person is strengthened.

Obscene words from the highest heaven are always coercing the power of Chaos into the bodies of those miserable people while strengthening their perception or physique. In times of crisis, they may even feel the prompts or assistance from the Chaos Gods, but there is no free power in the subspace, and At the same time, the death rate of runes is extremely high. Those who mutate or become crazy due to the application of paint are not allowed to join the army. They are thrown into prisons as scraps and then cut into pieces as the "raw materials" for Toji's paint to reduce the work of Chaos wizards. .

Those losers will also be separated from the honorable soldiers of Engili Port and become losers and be cast aside. At the same time, the bloody nature of those soldiers will not be guaranteed. The master of Engili Port, the Rogue Trader Bandetal, strictly requires Those soldiers did not undergo training and were not allowed to assume command positions. Instead, they asked to be sent to the space station on the outer edge of Engili Port. They relied on complex void behemoth attracting equipment and used rudimentary small fighter jets and close-ground defense weapons to fight and swallow those monsters. Their flesh and blood.

It can be said that everyone there is a shooting expert, a combat master, and is extremely skilled in all kinds of high-mobility combat, but at the cost of not knowing anything about things that humans should know except war.

It's wrong for them that life is not about work or fatigue, but about fighting, killing, and obedience. This man-made fighting nation is both crazy and pathetic. At the same time, it cost a lot of looted materials from Njili Port and hundreds of merchant dynasties. After investing tens of millions of dollars to prove that their Chaos Faith and those Throne Coins were not in vain, those inhuman things took up arms and charged forward.

Explosive beams, chain swords, magic and carapace, a bizarre combination of individual weapons better than the elite stormtroopers of the empire and chaotic magic, erupted in the battlefield with abnormal wildness, and at the same time could not protect those guys. , the soul of the psychic wizard Custer can encircle thousands of civilians and use them as human shields to resist.

They were carefully selected, and many of them were dignitaries and family members of the Guardsmen. If there was a slight hesitation in shooting from the wrong side, then under the cover of artillery fire, the terrifying level of chaos would be achieved.

There is a saying outside the empire that a mad wizard can be compared to several companies. For example, those civilian mortals holding weapons on their legs were manipulated by the chaos wizard to charge forward, but they still retained their memory and will, and were coerced by the powerful force to control their body nerves. Mad cultists charge, weeping and mad.

Just let the wrong side be kind, and choose mostly the elderly, children, and women, which is extremely vicious!

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard did not dare to fire, even if the company commander roared. It was not until the staff officer killed a soldier with a explosive bomb that the trenches burst into flames. However, the delay of several seconds was too long for the vigorous battlefield. Enough that the weak slopes connecting the forts were crawling with civilians and rebel soldiers.

"They are the incarnation of entropy!" In the bloody wind, the dark lord Ed Von Ka shouted. "They face inevitable death, unstoppable attrition, and they will crush the heathen until they give them what they ask for."

In that hysterical shouting, the Dark Legion revealed its evil appearance. Those warriors wearing runes held heat rays on their legs to destroy the Chimeras parked near the trenches: armored vehicles or reconnaissance tanks, troops lacking heavy firepower and armor. Defeated steadily.

Soon, one trench, two, three, could not protect the position in the barbed wire and faith. There was a bad sense of shame permeating the hearts of those Imperial Guard commanders.

But what awaits them is a continuous raid war. After the enemy's body passes through the void shield, the ground is already filled with corpses. The damage caused by logging guns or explosive bombs, and the evil killed by flamethrowers can be ignored. The results achieved by those soldiers' desperate efforts became meaningless when the entire defense was broken through.

The war was almost one-sided in favor of the enemies of the empire. Those evil and crazy people gathered here, and then plundered and declared their justice and morality. After that, thousands of densely packed people squeezed through the embarrassing ravines and trenches, using weapons and death slaying the soldiers of the Imperial Guard.

The blood dyed the ground red, and gunpowder smoke drifted in the gray sky. The death of that world was destined, and the miracle seemed to be gone. At first, a trench line barely maintained operation, and the soldiers continued to fill up with artillery shells and weapon projectiles, just like the legs. They all want to be heated by the speed.

But in addition to a large number of captured light armored vehicles, the enemy's weapons that serve the empire sprayed flames. The Imperial Guard Captain pressed the heavy gun leg and asked the weapons team to fall down, but when the pressed weapon leg felt His forehead was warm, and he saw that the fierce company commander had collapsed at this moment.

The explosive chain of the Chimera armored vehicle tore open his chest. The carapace armor ensured that he had a complete body. The minced meat had astonishing holes like those made by snipers with mortal equipment. Death was displayed in front of everyone.

At such a desperate moment, the screams and despair expected by the heretics did not appear. Instead, battlefield prayers representing the emperor's will continued.

"Oath to obedience

I pledge my service to thee, God-emperor of mankind. Do with me as You please, for my faith is absolute.

Pledge of Submission (recited repeatedly when mentally weak)

The God-Emperor of the Earth, he swore an oath to serve his son. Renzi used him because of his persistence in faith.

The God-Emperor of the Earth, he swore an oath to serve his son. Renzi put him to use because he persisted in his faith! "

Those soldiers prayed continuously, their will reflected back to their bodies, the bombs roared, and the sound was continuous and loud.

“Death Incantation

I fear no evil, I fear no death, for the Emperor comes for me.

Dying mantra (recited before death)

He is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of demons, so he came to catch him because of his condition!

Fear Incantation

Fear is naught, for my faith is strong.”

"Facing Fear Mantra (can be recited at any time)

Fear is like nothingness, because he is extremely religious! "

If loyalty can defeat evil spirits, then the mortals in that world can easily win, because what insists on fighting them is no longer family or honor, nor survival, but loyalty, loyalty to the Lord of mankind, and vowing to defeat evil spirits and heretics!

And War Lord Ed Von Ka shouted. "His lieutenant, use my magic!"

"He asked for their faith in the Corpse Emperor, and his soul was shattered!"

The chaos wizards listened to the orders, sang and crowed, used their legs, filthy spells, and screamed from chaos, one after another, continuously, but if those terrible spirits can be allowed to vent, then even though their faith is strong and their will is strong, they cannot defeat the mighty power of chaos. , burning brightly.

If the God-Emperor is by his side, the filthy curse can naturally be broken, but before the throne of Ming Dynasty, there is the Fool...

Hope is gone, death is coming, bloodshed continues, comrades-in-arms begin to attack each other, and ruthless relatives cannot tell the difference. The original fortress seeks to be broken, and the cruel war seeks defeat.

But no matter how desperate the situation is, there are still people chanting prayers. So, why is the Emperor no longer around?

Outside the atmosphere, among the stars, the burning stars fall into the world, whether the runes are carved, the majesty of the battle group, the eagle of destruction spreads its wings and soars.

Mortals can raise their heads and shout that the angels are coming, while the airdrop pod falls into the battlefield, and the armor is red and red, indicating that the soldiers have arrived and natural disasters are coming.