Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Can the eagle fly high? Picking up the heavily scarred flying wings from the wreckage of its comrades, the jump backpack is stained with mud and blood. It roars in the hands of the chief sergeant. The soul of the machine jumps for joy. The target is loaded in the eye indicator, the computing power is full, and the peripherals are connected. .

The Emperor is on top. The battlefield is crushed by a track storm and is devastated. With the help of the Imperial Guard, the Master Chief puts on the flight pack. After repeatedly confirming that its fuel reserves are sufficient and that the core has not melted due to combustion overload, the Master Chief presses the link. Use the judgment button, and then pick up the flying wing after a slight click sound.

"Captain Jeske, I once again thank the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment for its great help. You and the hundreds of loyal people of the Empire under your command and the many men and women who sacrificed for it will meet you and me under the Golden Throne. ." The Master Chief said his final farewell.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor, it is the greatest honor to serve the Destruction Eagle Chapter and to help warriors like you. When this planet, this world is surrounded by heretics, we will be dead, just the shining of the Star Torch Emperor Light, drive us undead forward, do not suffer for the sacrifice of the Imperial Guard, to cut the enemies of the Emperor, my lord, "Captain Jeske, no, the entire Imperial Guard that Loander still insists on today. 3 Less than ten thousand people said this to the angel who saved them.

Sacrifice, death, and many things have turned this world into a bright red sea of ​​suffering. The importance of life overlaps with the will of mankind struggling in the dark universe. The laughter of those chaos traitors still echoes in the atmosphere of this world and lasts forever.

Only the honor and persistence brought by the God Emperor's light that cut through thousands of stars and fell here have made the Imperial Guard tired to protect them until now. Now everything they have done is not in vain. The eagle activates the backpack, the flames spurt, the pistons roar, and all are for the Emperor. Countless men and women died, and meteors composed of countless space warriors streaked across the sky.

The Master Chief left the ground, just as he had done before, almost instinctively waving his wings, tilting his body slightly, flying diagonally in a gorgeous arc, and joining the team of migratory birds heading towards the war.

The sergeants said eagerly, grating greetings. "Welcome back, brother."

The Master Chief simply replied. "Go at full speed. The Astropaths have given us the approximate coordinates. If we want to win, we must kill the wizard!"

But now, even the long-breathing Space Marines could not avoid the burden of high-intensity physical exertion. When they finally couldn't bear it any longer, the Master Chief shouted. "found it!"

Those abnormal psychic arcs filled an area of ​​more than one kilometer, and the powerful electrical storm even hardened the ground into coke. But the most terrifying thing was that those electric powers would short-circuit most of the equipment, making it impossible for the imperial mechanical engine to start. .

At this moment, the Master Chief felt like countless tiny tentacles were pulling something together, and then turned into something full of malice, strong and disgusting.

The space warriors were wary of falling to the ground, but those subspace arcs were fired like pythons, free from the spiritual energy circle, and the blue energy body crackled in the air. Several warriors landed, and their body adjustments were not completed, so they could not react in time. , was instantly struck by lightning, and the powerful impact caused the space warrior to fall to the ground. The armor was cracked by the high temperature, and the wound was numb.

But at this moment, among those deadly psychic powers, they have become the future of hope and success. If they keep their astrological abilities, the intelligence here will become the main base for the confrontation between Skadi and Wandering Port.

"Only three of us will go. I will lead the team. If the team is too large, we will not be able to dodge the attack."

The brothers explored the sky for a while, and soon found out that in the huge cyclone, the wizard was dragged to a height of several hundred meters by the psychic electrostatic stance. At this moment, he was no longer young, his whole body was extremely old, and he was covering his head in pain. The spiritual focus object in his hand, the staff, could no longer be found.

The two brothers did not answer, because at this moment they were as close as twin brothers, and the brothers that the Space Marines usually talked about were definitely not fake, because each battle group's initial set of one thousand sets of modified organs were Bred from the same genetic seed, carefully selected and absolutely pure.

The Master Chief gave up everything at this moment and moved forward, using his life and body to lead the team here. They broke through the last thick fog, and the suffocating confusion and the burning heat of the skin suddenly dissipated.

"Emperor, it is the Emperor who is guiding us! Brother, you have caused a miracle. We are being guided on how to deal with the enemies of the throne. You are really the chosen champion!" There are less than twenty warriors left. But they are even more trusting in the person who saved them, and there is no better explanation for the situation in front of them.

He is now the leader of the eagles, and the fate of the remaining dozens of battle brothers is the same as his command. If the thunderbolt falls and he does not immediately express his position, then he will be the first to die among his brothers.

The Master Chief retorted. "There is a way." Now that he is blind and can no longer see clearly, his spiritual guidance has become clearer. Just like an astropath, he is no longer confused. Even if his eyes are dark, the emperor's light shines for the first time. getting so close…

After the Great Rebellion, few inherited the once-honored title of champion, because after such greatness comes life's unbearable responsibility.

And he has obviously not awakened psychic powers before. According to the empire's standards, the spiritual power that can be embodied and felt must be a psychic power level that needs to be controlled. However, such a person will show abnormal conditions at a young age, and he has served for many years, and he has obviously already Not included in this list.

Just as there must be peace in the eye of the storm, in the eyes of the Master Chief, the powerful spiritual energy at this moment... is in the sky?

He said. "Heresy? In the sky?"

Although the black carapace under the skin protected their internal organs and muscle tissue, the Master Chief's exposed eyeballs began to have problems. His brother could barely move forward because he was wearing intact armor, but the Master Chief's eyes were now starting to squirt. It makes an appalling sound like liquid evaporating!

Compared with electric current, the static electricity stance is more deadly, and the feeling of death like boiling a frog in warm water and cutting with a slow knife is more crushing and suffocating. However, the Space Marines are rational and determined. They know very well that if they do not find the wizard, they will still die.

"God's Chosen Champion!" The brothers emphasized again and were full of confidence. Such emotions infected the Master Chief. He didn't know what was happening to him, but now he was the way to break the situation.

"Dodge!" the Master Chief suddenly shouted, dodging something. A moment later, the violent electromagnetic attack struck again, and the speed of almost light flashed by. The extremely violent attack made holes in the dry ground, but the Master Chief was really shocked at this moment. He took the soldiers and escaped.

"But we can't reach it! The backpack is lost! We can't repair it..."

He needs to concentrate on feeling those spiritual powers and doing things he has never done in his life. His thoughts are outlined and he sneaks into places he has never been to. It is a strange kind of meditation, but this place is obviously not the highest heaven (Asia space).

He walked forward, his thick organs and artificial lungs sucked the violent air, and the electric current caused the eye indicator to issue a warning. His fingers gently brushed the bright red armor on his forehead, which represented the helmet of command, and then put the Noisy things take off.

And now a vague answer appeared in his mind, that is, the blood of those killed rune heretics and Alpha-level wizards had been sucked into his body in large quantities during this period, and the subspace connection of those psychic heretics penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The curse and disgust placed on him before his death focused together, giving him his current psychic abilities.

The Space Marines were energized by the return of their leader, and they all spoke in unison, with many different voices but like the most tacit understanding of brothers. "Yes, for the empire!"

There is the unconditional trust of the Space Marines in their commanders, and there are also many unexplainable aspects, such as the Master Chief's blurry feeling about psychic dynamics, and he did feel a momentary touch when the Alpha psyker and Astropath used their abilities. Coupled with seeing psychic energy countless times during the war, he could instinctively judge the feeling in his mind.

And soon, this absurd idea dissipated. In any case, he took off his armor and lost his defense, just to believe in this vague, twisted and terrifying power...

They are brothers whose blood is thicker than water, but this relationship is also the source of the black anger of the Blood Angels who witnessed the death of their original body. It can only be said to be a mixed blessing...

His eyes were no longer bright and even shriveled up like monsters. Just like the Emperor's Chosen among countless battle groups, they represented those chosen by the Emperor to sacrifice to change the war. They were the pearls and candles of the Empire, but the price was destined to be die.

Therefore, the Master Chief's footsteps became more brisk and firm, but no matter how coordinated and foolproof they were, as they approached the wizards, the intensity and number of attacks of the crazy psychic energy increased, and the electric current that mortals could not bear made them as black as the Salamanders Chapter. Like, and has a faint smell of barbecue.

The engine roared, so the flames continued to streak across the sky at a very fast speed, and the coordinates gradually became clear. After circling several fronts and several kilometers in length, the enemy of the empire was far more conspicuous than the Master Chief imagined.

But this operation was only one kilometer away, but it was extremely brutal. The Master Chief felt the spiritual energy rolling left and right, and dozens of lightning bolts gathering. The power was enough to make people's skin and flesh rip open. The power of the Supreme Heaven completely did not respect the principles of the material world. It gathered violently and Simulate the form of real energy.

The other brothers were also shocked and surprised when they looked at the cracked ground, but they did not think that the Master Chief in front of them was some evil wizard. His bravery and will to fight had proven his loyalty time and time again, so... there was only one possibility.

Fortunately, under the strong psychic energy, the light of Master Chief's serious wizard was as dazzling as the stars. Although it seemed far away at the moment, one kilometer was just a sprint for the Space Marines.

"Heretical witchcraft is disgusting!" his teammates cursed. The psychic abilities here made the area extremely unstable, and the emotions in the subspace made the Space Marines restless. If they were psykers or Europeans, The Grimm are beings that can withstand electricity but may not be able to ignore the influence of psychic energy. At this moment, they will probably start killing each other out of inexplicable anger.

But unexpectedly there were no enemies along the way. The Imperial Guard's discarded armor and equipment along with the loss of those machines and engines seemed like a huge natural disaster.

If a mortal came close, they would probably be shattered to pieces. In the powerful spiritual energy, the ionized particles would turn into mist and float nearby. The evil subspace energy would even cause those who were near to attack the electric voltage as if they were conscious.

And this situation made the brothers shout. "He's going to become a warp rift!"

It's just that in this state, the power armor completely failed, and the source force beam filling the body was interfered with without limit, and the power armor that originally provided assistance began to become a burden.

He pushed aside the thick layer of thunder, and countless blurred electrons swept in with malice. Such things are not fatal. They have not yet gathered. They are terrifying to mortals, but it is not that Space Warriors cannot bear the feeling...

The remaining two warriors were severely overloaded by electromagnetism because their eye indicators were severely overloaded. Normally, the imperial equipment would not be so fragile, but the irresistible chaos caused by the psionic energy involved caused problems for the loyal machine souls. Wearing helmets at this moment actually caused problems. Hindering the effects of their superhuman vision.

The Master Chief is like a bird that never rests. He will continue to fly even if he is shattered into pieces. If he really has a chance to rest, he will continue to move forward. The Space Marine is destined to devote his entire life to the Empire. He will not stop, so his only Thoughts, seeing the original body come back is also a real luxury.

"Left! No, right? That's it! Everyone, pay attention to my actions and follow my actions!" The Master Chief realized that the traditional command system could not handle the current situation. He could only give up and test the abilities of his brothers.

The advantage of this is that Space Marines are born with weak psychic telepathy abilities, and this ability will continue to strengthen as they serve together. Now the Master Chief's thoughts can explode unbridled in his team, and because of this.

But now he no longer hesitates and lives towards death. The destiny of the battle group and the victory of the war. In order to continue this huge empire, even if he will be crushed by heretics and aliens, he will still move forward.

And in such a blurry situation, there are no communicators and divination instruments within a range of one kilometer, but they are still effective. Electromagnetism makes the most primitive compass unstable. It is like a dark fog, and the only thing that can make the space warriors clear. The road is the looming feeling of the Master Chief.

"Damn heretic psykers! If demons appear in this world, our protection will be lost!"

"Inject your backpack fuel into my wings, then ignite them with heat. I will be dragged by those energies to fly towards the enemy, and then tear that bastard apart with the Falcon Blade!"

"Brothers..." The brothers hesitated. "At that time, the explosion... Even if the heat doesn't kill you, the height will..."

"It doesn't matter, I'm almost dead, but I hope that the Eagle of Destruction can prove that it can fly high at any time!" the Master Chief said.

At this moment, he is no longer confused, and all the troubles are no longer hindered. With no choice, the battle brothers can only pour fuel into his backpack by gravity, and then slowly ignite it. Under the overloaded heat, he will prove that he is born to die. , not false.