Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

12 jets, that number is the limit of the backpack. After a large amount of additional fuel is injected, the high-powered motor emits a violent sound, and the giant spreads its wings with pure explosive force and almost burning high temperature.

As a price, the extremely sturdy flight backpack is being dissolved, and the heat core engine compressed by countless refined iron and polycrystals is being unconsciously pushed forward. There is power, but only so much.

So many sacrifices, what did Ru Ming get in exchange? No flying, flying, the sergeant is flying, the fierce wind brushes across his dark and shriveled skin, the pupils of his eyes have been turned red by various storms, his legs and arms are shriveled, like charcoal, and full of holes. It is hard to imagine that the once heroic warrior is as terrible as a demon.

He held the Falcon Sword, Ru Ming, the complex automatic sensors could not provide him with the correct guidance, the roars of his brothers were no longer, and even the feeling with the battle group became indifferent. To be precise, in front of him, in addition to the cold and wind pressure that could be felt due to the damage to his skin, there was the glittering Lingke nightmare in the darkness.

At this moment, he himself could not tell what supported him to make such a crazy choice, but he knew that it was not the Emperor, but the feeling of trust, trust in victory and hope, the feeling that people in the dark technological era had in their hearts and could not distinguish between good and bad.

Those things drove his body to do those things in a complex way, not belief or worship, but indeed himself, the regiment, and his brothers.

The light of the Sun Lord could protect the Destruction Eagle, which was not feared by people like other Space Marines wandering in the turbulent areas of the Great Vortex. Skadi could let them fulfill their duties for the Empire and share the recruitment pressure of Ghost Peak.

His brothers could thrive on that planet, and those recruits and veterans would become new angels of the Empire under the protection of Lord Skadi, so he could give up all hope and just deny the uncertain future.

Therefore, his legs holding the blade became more and more tense. The flickering spirit in front of him could become stronger, but it was flickering. The warp, the highest sky, the nightmare that had been entangled with human history since its birth, was turning that poor, hateful person into a bridge between the real universe and the realm of chaos.

The fierce hurricane brushed his body, the wind pressure, the load, those things that mortals could not bear were torturing his body, but his blade was sharper and more flickering, wielding his weapon like the dark spirit focus.

It was as fast as a bullet brushing past, and even a trace of blood moistened the body of the sergeant. He was like an arrow, flying from the land called despair.

He cut something, but he couldn't see it clearly. The warm liquid with a bloody smell told the giant his success. The spirit storm gradually subsided, and then followed by an extremely strong and deeply buried desire for survival.

He was about to die. His emotions, body, and desires were roaring. The flight backpack was burning. He needed to let go. He could have almost pressed the release button of the backpack. The small mechanism connecting the leg armor ensured that countless Space Marines would be able to manipulate their flight permissions at will when needed. But that time, that simple and efficient thing had been melted to a certain extent by the hot steam of the backpack and was no longer sensitive.

"Damn it, damn it!" The sergeant began to increase his strength, but he soon gave up the backpack and exerted his strength directly on the metal wings that kept flying him into the sky and bursting immediately.

His only leg exerted all his strength, pressed the leg armor to help the emergency detachment device, and then pressed hard outward. The metal bundle was pulled straight and weak by him, and the cracking sound continued. The sergeant could clearly feel that the blue veins appeared all over his body, his body was crying and wailing, and his joints were creaking.

Otherwise, if he had gone all out and had done it to death, then he would live! Go to live! The terrifying power of the Space Marines was just as he wished. In the choice between bone breaking and leaving the backpack, luck chose him again.

With the wailing sound of mechanical metal, the weak connection of the composite ceramic steel armor loosened under the force. The terrifying solidity of the elite imperial machinery almost became the grave of the Space Marines. After the Master Chief felt his body lighten, he got out of the backpack.

The metal wings that sprayed heat continued to move forward until they suddenly burst at a very high place, turning into bright red flowers like fireworks and countless scattered metal pieces.

The Master Chief was panting. He had no more strength. The desire to survive had also dissipated at the beginning. He let his huge body fall to the east, and his journey seemed to end here.

At the same time, the Astropaths who were threatened by the backlash of Ling Ke in the Astropathic Fortress also came back to life. Their robes became messy due to Ling Ke's sweeping. The nobility of the Holy Knot and the Emperor's Messenger as a prophet had disappeared.

But they stayed where they were, lowered their heads, tears flowed from their empty red eyes, and mourned for a hero, because they knew that the death was caused by them, and the death of the Master Chief was just a matter of time.

Unlike those who use psychics to perceive the existence of the physical universe through the subspace, the time in the eyes of the astropaths is already blurred. If the time of normal people is a line, theirs is probably a picture, but many places covered by the Chaos Gods make it become a puzzle.

Therefore, they do not deny the infallibility of the prophecy, but they also do not agree with the uniqueness. There are many interpretations, but it is clear that the death of the Master Chief is actually a foregone conclusion in the eyes of those psychics.

The lack of spiritual energy caused by the war and their own fatigue prevented those powerful spiritual energy users from helping the Master Chief. Their own special characteristics allowed them to see that happen early. This kind of sadness may not be the end of the world in that world. Horrible things, do you know that God is doomed...

History has proven to countless people that divination, prediction, and more escape or disobedience will bring them closer. Therefore, those who know the outcome early can mourn for those who are still alive, which is ironic and sad.

Is there no shortage of stupid people in that world? A Thunderhawk gunship streaked across the sky, and the almost square-shaped strange war engine flashed like lightning. The Fourth Captain of the Destruction Eagles walked among them, letting the wind hit him in the face. He also carefully looked at the war situation on the ground, and whether there were craters and traces of death on his body like Mingdu, but compared to himself, he asked the radio fiercely whether it was true. "The Star Language Fortress has arrived, it's very exciting! Follow the target exactly, follow the target exactly!"

After the first phase of the mission to attack the low-Earth orbit turret ended, and they established a temporary base around the turret, the fourth company commander began to communicate with the troops of the Astropathic Fortress through the baptismal fire.

After analyzing the information very quickly, those bad things urged him to come as fast as possible. The Thunderhawk gunship, which could swim in the universe, turned bright red due to air friction, and its speed reached its limit. .

The layered composite material composed of a titanium rolled plate covered with an ablated ceramic steel layer successfully ensures that its powerful body can advance at extremely fast speeds outside the atmosphere.

Each RX-92-00 can now be used as a powerful rocket booster. Since the gunship's fusion engine reactor provides fuel, the forward-facing turbofan section of the engine can be isolated from the exhaust port and combustion chamber.

The fuel produced by the continuous roar of Ruming's reactor is pumped into the combustion chamber. After combustion, it produces a high-pressure and high-speed gas flow, which cuts through the entire sky and cuts through the gray haze after the rain like a blade.

The cooling tail airflow cut the entire sky like a triangular cross section, and the few remaining warriors of the Space Marines and Imperial Guard looked towards the sky.

"A Thunderhawk?! Is it a support sergeant?" Lieutenant Zesk, wrapped in a gray cloth used to dry his body, drank a tasteless vitamin supplement, and shouted to the soldiers who came to report to the medical area next to the command area. .

Zaiwei squeezed away the painful wounded who were gathered around the hospital bed, and kept mumbling.

"Okay! Okay, okay..." He started to look excited, and then quickly became happy. At first, he was a little lonely, because he was indeed happy to be rescued by the Space Marines, but soon found that as a mortal body, he was so close to those angels. , but couldn't help.

Mortals, mortal in body, may be said to be the Emperor's heirs and warriors, but everyone knows the real difference. Space Marines are not mortals, and mortals are not Space Marines.

They were once comrades-in-arms, but at this moment, Zaiwei could not save the Master Chief who destroyed the Eagle just as he could not save the men and women who died in the war.

He suddenly picked up medical alcohol, mixed those things into a kettle and drank it wholeheartedly. Ignoring the surprised gaze of the field priest next to him, he smelled the unique and holy atmosphere of the peaceful incense in the camp and prayed to his God Emperor for victory. and brother's return.

he shouted suddenly. "The Space Marines are coming! Come to save their war brothers, not the Emperor, not their brothers, and they can stand by and watch..."

"At least, let them pray, let them pray for the heroes who saved the horses and mules..."

The helplessness of mortals is the reason why that world is dark and cruel. No matter how great and smart I am, if I am not good at magic or do not accept transformation, I will live for a hundred years, with a weak body and a short memory. I will live in the empire for a long time. In the history of tens of thousands of years, not even a splash of water can appear on such gravel.

At this moment, in the sky and in the east, the heroes and the wounded, their identities are just like their physical differences. When the battle is over, no one will remember the sacrifices of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 154th Infantry Regiment, and no one will explicitly give up singing their praises. Defeat the heretical Space Marines, and remember to garrison up to a hundred Imperial Guardsmen.

That universe was so cruel, as if the empire's thousands and billions of beings were destined to be unable to make waves.

In the liquid plateau, it is not far away that the gunboat that can sail freely in deep space is not far away. When the target indicator and intelligence of the fourth company commander can lock on the extremely fast focus, the bright red explosion makes people understand. Conscious attention.

The Master Chief who was falling to the east was indeed found to be falling continuously in the east. Amidst the devastation, the fourth company commander tried his best to shout with the grid device, which could be covered by the engine and air flow.

No matter how loudly the Fourth Company shouted, they could not convey those sounds, and without preparation, the Thunderhawk would tear the Master Chief apart at extremely fast speed, and he had to make the Space Marine prepare his posture and keep it sideways. A gesture that facilitates rescue.

"Damn it, the Master Chief didn't wear a communicator, and they can't communicate over long distances. It's about five hundred meters away. It only takes a second for a Thunderhawk gunship!"

"Come on, pilot, adjust your posture first, adjust the gravity equipment to a low level, and fly to the east of the master chief to catch him!" The company commander gave urgent instructions, but the pilot retorted.

"He doesn't know they exist! According to the intelligence, he has gone blind. If he falls eastward in a normal free fall posture, falls to his head or replenishes his organs, and then bounces up due to low gravity, the possibility of falling again is very high. It’s like a elastic meat ball coming from a high altitude.”

"He needs him to stand up and use his thighs to cushion the impact and maintain stability!"

The company commander cursed. "He also knows, but can we rely on miracles now! Go to the East!"

The pilot showed a distressed expression, but Dongfang consciously started the engine and accelerated at a beautiful diagonal direction to reach the free-falling Master Chief several hundred meters away. But even so, his death probability was still huge.

Just as the astropath believed, no matter how much I went against fate, they still saw the Master Chief's fate of dying in the war. Therefore, that path is no longer an established reality, unless something goes wrong in the Supreme Heaven, but that is not impossible. .

Ruming that the pitiable hero was in Luodong, the Master Chief's eyes were dark, and in the illusion, he seemed to hear a prayer, the voice was bright, and the thought that he had given up on survival briefly dissipated, and he listened in confusion, that To whom do the Emperor's followers pray?

After a brief lull in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a bright silver light in front of his eyes, which stung, and then the shriveled and unusable lens began to blur again. What was to the east of him? !

hope! No hope! His horse was adjusting his body posture, and landed at the critical moment. His footsteps landed steadily on the metal outer layer of the gunboat. When the company commander heard that unique sound, his horse was smiling.

"He's here!"

That's right, the Master Chief is alive. He stands tremblingly on the sunken iron sheet. Even if there is no low gravity, those complex alloys can hardly withstand the acceleration of Superman falling from an altitude of 10,000 meters. His thigh is broken and his power is... The footsteps of the armor cracked, but he tried his best to use his blurred and unreal eyes to find the focus of the silver light that just shone.

A question soon arose. Is the tailflap of the Thunderhawk gunship orange-red... So where does that amazing silver light come from?

And the prayer he heard was not praised by anyone? Those doubts flashed through the Master Chief's mind, but he quickly put them aside, because he knew that he had, and humans had, a father who took good care of them. If he couldn't get out now, Chaos would torture him. children…