Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The rain in the east became heavier and heavier. The wet liquid stained the lens of the Space Marine's helmet, and light-colored transparent rain stains slid down. The Falcon Sword server roared, a blue light flashed, and the destructive stance evaporated the raindrops.

The strong wind licked the armor of the empire, honor, war, and death, turning into tit-for-tat with the enemy at this moment, and never-ending rage.

The Dark War Lord retreated under the protection of the soldiers and advanced towards a safe area. Several rune veterans had strong legs and stabbed at the weak joints of the Space Marines with monomolecular sabers.

"Death!" The Destruction Eagle let out a low and long cry, the power sword slashed diagonally, the carapace, the explosive gun, with the flesh and blood favored by the evil god, cut open like butter, leaving the high temperature and destructive stance. An incision that tears open and doesn't even bleed.

Cutting in two, many veterans struggled to crawl towards him and stabbed at his ankles, but the sergeant chief raised his thigh, and click, the head cracked with a huge force beyond the imagination of ordinary people, leaving the head black and red. of soil.

The killing brought fear, but the rune warriors were even more excited, their eye masks were red, making people shudder. The Master Chief's teammates shot and slashed, and the enemies kept coming, and they gradually got better.

As those warriors evaded the blows of the Master Chief's power sword with twisted joints and chaotic postures, the Chaos Gods granted their blessings to those loyal madmen.

The battle became entangled, the void shield was ignited by seismic cannons one after another, the soil rolled, and the battlefield was chaotic. When several enemies were fighting, the Master Chief saw the runic text in the visual display bright red, warning him to feel the heat.

He turned his body around, and with an agility that was not consistent with his huge agility, he stepped on the body of the heretic and jumped up high. Those people were caught off guard and were trampled. The huge weight caused their bones to make a tooth-piercing sound, their spines were twisted, and the explosive beam followed. Come, cut through the air, kill the heretic that Master Chief used as a stepping stone.

The heretic is taking aim in the distance, and the deflagration gun can naturally fire continuously, with an interval of less than 0.3 seconds. Even if the aiming speed is increased, the soldier king who has been strengthened by countless training can still aim at the immobile Master Chief in mid-air from 0.5 seconds away!

The Thorn Legs were amazing. The strategic quality and combat effectiveness displayed by those Chaos servants far exceeded the expectations of the Space Marines. At the critical moment, the Master Chief used the sacred cortex calculations connected to the armor to drive the heat of the jump backpack behind the body. When the bright red runes flashed, he Like a falcon soaring.

The red flashing flames sprayed, and many of the heretics who were fighting in close combat were unable to dodge. Their legs, arms or thighs were instantly roasted, and the exposed areas of the weird runes looked like they were carved into the flesh. The blue traces make people shudder!

A jump pack can't completely solve the problem. He still doesn't have the legs to fall quickly. Even if the Space Marine has a huge body, the weight will pull him down, but the elite who are good at shooting will not wait. Finally, after the Master Chief slaughtered dozens of characters, After the Civil War warrior, his shoulder was pierced by a detonation beam, and blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor made of ceramic fragments. The stinging stimulation stimulated the external secretions of the Space Marines. It was like a terrible stimulant to mortals, secreted in the complex dopamine system. .

He fell to the ground due to the weight, and the corpses that were originally there were crushed into mud by the weight. Then the enemy's front-line troops attacked again. Just that time, in the eyes of the Master Chief, it was slower and weaker.

The chain sword was sliced ​​open by the power sword. The Master Chief even raised his leg to grab a heretic with his leg fingers, and swung it like a whip to defend against the enemy's attacks on his joints.

But how to cut the Falcon, the server kept roaring, and the flesh and blood broke, but it could not change the reality of enemy shooting. When the Master Chief's body was pierced through the chest by the explosive beam again, the complex and powerful organ structure prevented him from affecting the battle at all, but he also It can be felt that the power is being lost.

Every time he kills ten people on the wrong side, he begs to be shot once. The wounds are constantly stacking up, and the fatigue and losses are getting bigger and bigger. Those crazy heretics use their bodies to form quicksand. At first, there are 10 people, then 8, 7, 6, and then they move away from the cliff. Down until the superhuman organs can no longer sustain the Space Marine's body.

One hundred Space Marines is more than enough to drag them to death! The Master Chief felt powerless for a moment. Those guys were no physically stronger than mortals, but countless training and the strange rune spells on their bodies gave them the ability to fight in close combat with the Space Marines, and the belief in the evil god made them not afraid of death...

The Master Chief encountered one of the few people he found troublesome in his combat career, especially when the wound on his body was dripping with blood mixed with rainwater, causing a dull pain while depriving him of his vitality.

He needs a breakthrough! He began to exert force, and the fiber bundles in the armor tightened to provide him with strength. He roared as hard as he could, and the war cry was amplified by the grid device to a thrilling level. But the armor was nothing short of itself. At this moment, the Master Chief They have all reached their peak output.

But at that price, he felt pain in the joints of his legs, arms, ankles, and thighs. Those heretic warriors inserted their blades into the weak joints of his armor, and he gave up all defenses, and blood overflowed from the gaps in his armor. The bright red blood, consistent with that of fellow human beings, was quickly diluted by the heavy rain, and dripped down onto his body.

Born to die, his roar spread across the battlefield, and he kept wandering at high altitudes. Even if the saber was pierced into his body and joints, he kept moving forward at the fastest speed. His target was no one, not those heretics who shoot with guns on their legs!

Give him a bullet, then ask for my death in return, then no Angel of the Empire, warrior of the Emperor, angry and roaring, the Master Chief who rushed out of the crowd at that moment almost reached the speed of a heavy vehicle. He used The shoulder armor is tilted forward, and the entire right arm is used to resist the light of those explosive beams to avoid being hit and harmed.

That effect is very good. The deflagration beam does not have the principle of higher power at close range like power weapons. Therefore, thick muscles, black carapace and ceramic steel can withstand such crazy power.

Dozens of rounds of projectiles almost evaporated the Master Chief's legs and arms, and the Astartes' thick legs and arms were turned into charcoal by the terrible heat. The Master Chief endured the severe pain and swung the Falcon Sword on his right leg, leaving blood and flesh everywhere. Fly and kill one person.

But they did not stand in a row and shoot, but formed a standard skirmish line. The sergeant was breathing heavily, his jump pack was ejecting flames, and natural disasters came, dragging his hopeless body again and again to reap the rewards of the sins of mortals. life.

Death, death, blood, blood, he let the red-stained eagle, whether it be the enemy, the prey, or his own blood, live towards death, and live for this.

He became the bright red color jumping on the battlefield, killing the war brothers again and again, tearing apart the originally unsolvable sand, using melta bombs to blast the enemy's trucks as bunkers, and using the power sword to tear apart the heretics attacking from a distance. He was so powerful that it seemed as if the wounds on his body were no longer there.

He alone tore the opening for the entire war, so that the war brothers could breathe. Those rune warriors lost their fire cover and were eaten away bit by bit. The light of victory had dispersed, and the dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky also dispersed. The mortal troops Looking at the bright red warrior soaring in the sky in surprise from behind, the heretics couldn't help but fear the almost impossible vitality of the Emperor's Angel.

But the borrowed things will be very clear, if it is not a game, then the miracle that provides him with a measurable source, whether it is a dice, whether it is a gift, whether it is something else, but it will eventually stop, and the body will gradually become heavier. , when his consciousness began to leave his body, he had already liquidated over a hundred heretics on the battlefield.

The warning runes on his eyes were constantly showing signs of blood loss, joint damage, and body burns, each of which was fatal enough to make a mortal die several times, but he dragged such a body to open up the war for all his brothers.

Ru Ming's jump pack has lost its capacity due to overload, and the fuel has been emptied. His armor is stained with blood. He has more blood than the enemy. His helmet has been cracked, revealing the cheeks that have been fighting for the empire for a hundred years. Raindrops The cold touch on his brow made him maintain his original clarity. He knelt on one knee and inserted the power sword into the soil, like a believer worshiping the Emperor.

There were corpses all around him, just like the territory that an eagle carved out for itself with its prey. The battlefield in Zuzuyu Plateau was cleared by him, and at the same time, absolutely no one had the courage to step into it.

It could be said that there were tens of thousands of heretical mortal soldiers around him at this moment, but no one dared to shoot, because they knew that if they fired, the person who would die would not be the evil beast, but themselves, whose heads would be torn open by the bombs. Ru Ming and the others dared to watch and watch the terrible warrior die from blood loss.

The Master Chief has never been able to see the return of the original body. If his only and greatest hope in his life fails, it will cost the empire hundreds of years of life. Does he regret it? He himself couldn't explain clearly. The matter was very complicated, so complicated that it involved his entire long life. It meant that he could no longer remember his own birth, but he could still remember his life outside the battle group.

He is a warrior and will not change in any case, so he is not afraid of death and enjoys this moment. In the communicator, the Imperial Guard, the Destruction Eagle, and countless soldiers are praising and thanking him, making him feel that he is in the midst of life. The first moments were a bit too lively...

Gradually, his eyelids became heavy, and the micro-thinker array of the armor was operating, injecting him with stimulants, therapeutic potions, and metabolic drugs that accelerated healing, but it was a drop in the bucket. He had no strength anymore.

He can put his will in the communicator and listen to the battle reports getting better and better. Will there be no spare power to save him who has entered the enemy camp deeply? Unless the Emperor suddenly sends some troops, otherwise...

Zhi...The sound of the radio is irritating, and a strange yet familiar male voice appears. "There is Lieutenant Fetsik, the commander of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loander! It's the Emperor, they are approaching!"

The battlefield is here, engines roaring, Lemanus, Chimera, and dozens of behemoths tearing apart the enemy's defense line that has been confused by the Space Marine attacks. Due to the lack of anti-armor weapons, those heretical infantry have no resistance.

Hundreds of the Empire's most loyal men and women charged into tens of thousands of people as mere mortals. Whether they were the original soldiers of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment in name only, or whether they had survived through many wars due to luck or other things. warrior.

They are not necessarily strong or powerful, but they are absolutely loyal. With dozens of Lemanus main battle tanks tearing apart the battlefield defenses, and the main gun firing due to the lack of trenches, the enemy infantry in the fortress can simply be harvested one-sidedly. Using cover, they barely managed to defeat ten times the number of enemies, and several Chimera armored vehicles came to his side.

At this moment, the back door of the armored vehicle was opened amidst artillery fire and shooting. The sergeant major saw for the first time the Mr. Czech Lieutenant. He was tall, thin, and malnourished. He was completely different from the image of Zheng Juluo. The other soldiers were probably the same, and he was definitely the same. Although they are elite soldiers and generals, such a desperate situation did not allow them to open up a line of defense.

The Master Chief said extremely weakly. "Thank me, Lieutenant..."

Lieutenant Jiesik followed several very strong mortal soldiers and used all his strength to barely support the behemoth. The sergeant major limped towards the personnel carrier, and that breakthrough almost made the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loander almost Fifty percent of Chengdong's soldiers were lost!

But Zaiwei's answer was. "Lead them to victory and they'll be even."

the Master Chief replied. "The warriors of Loander are stronger than expected... may the Emperor bless them."

Just as it turned out that there was a special guest in the rickety Chimera transport, and the huge weight of the Space Marine made the machine slower, could it conceal the Chief's evacuation, and the few Lemanustans Ke needed to use steel to form a bunker for defense. After the enemy responded to the sudden attack as quickly as possible, the battle situation became anxious again.

Zaiwei said. "If it turns out that more than half of the enemy has been lost and the Space Marines have defeated most of the Rune Warriors, they will need to integrate their forces to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and recapture the starport and Governor's Tower..."

"According to the report of the 154th Infantry Regiment of Loander, your fighting was very effective, and he thanked you again for putting the lives of soldiers first!"

The Master Chief watched as the soldier applied precious hemostatic gel to his joints. Through the battered armor, the cold jelly stuck to his skin. Because the power armor's life support system and temporary medical array had failed, It was not the first time in hundreds of years that he had been so seriously injured.

"Those heretics are very skilled in runes. He has no doubt that there are many more wizards and madmen like that..." he replied.

Zaiwei nodded. "But they defeated them!"

The Master Chief was also grateful for that incident, and asked the astrological array to work normally, and the world would regain peace under Skadi's asylum, and his efforts would not be in vain.

But soon, his eye indicator suddenly showed a huge measurable reaction. He looked at the source of the force in surprise. He could feel something strange, and something flashed in his mind.

"There are powerful spirits that can react. Something is coming. What are those heretics doing?"

Lieutenant Zai looked out from the exploration hole of the Chimera armored vehicle, and then hesitantly shouted. "No...is it a terrible storm? Oh my god, that storm with lightning and hail?! That is definitely not the natural environment of that world!"

A sudden spiritual storm tore through the air, and the torrential rain that had stopped suddenly stirred up, rolling up rubble, corpses and wreckage in the ferocious storm and throwing them towards the Imperial Guard's battle line.

The unexpected incident overturned the entire Chimera armored vehicle, and it turned around in a circle. Blood began to overflow from the Sergeant Major's wound again, and heavy rain fell like a roar.

At this moment, the Master Chief understood why the traitorous commander was so confident, because there was not only one Alpha-level psychic!