Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 266 Is that the same way?

The Master Chief is deep in the ruins of a cathedral near the area he lost his life to regain, and he luckily finds a small wing that remains untouched.

The stained glass triptych is still intact, and the ceremonial candles stand on the base, as if waiting for a priest to light them. The Chief saw that as a sign and chose to conduct his worship here. .

For example, his left leg was completely replaced by a temporary prosthetic body. Such disabilities are rare among Space Marines. Superman's metabolism allows them to repair many damages that are irreparable for mortals, and really When it comes to the suffering of disabled Space Marines, fearlessness and death are not their normal choices.

A medical cold compress could have saved his body, but the surprise attack by the Chaos Wizard made the wound worse again. He had to face the leg cutting technique proposed by the pharmacist and the metal limb that he was not used to.

With any luck, he came back alive. Only three days after the war, his eyes miraculously recovered. Although many structures were destroyed, the greatest help from the pharmacist was only 100% normal. A visual acuity of 60% is still sufficient in most situations.

People in Ruming's time were always praying for forgiveness and mercy, hoping that the emperor could put them out of the sea of ​​suffering, but otherwise Ruming seemed to think that the emperor would exert all his strength for the empire, so everyone felt that the emperor was cold. , sensible, ruthless and great, taking it as an honor to be favored by him.

Just asking for a little miracle and reality will trigger a frightening chain reaction. In that religious era, it was difficult to judge the practical value of that kind of madness.

Or is it like this? Being favored makes the Master Chief very confused. The silver sun of the empire in the sky, the god of war in golden armor, the father of the empire, the mentor of mankind or a powerful leader, his gentleness makes The soldier managed to survive.

But he didn't understand that the emotions it brought were not the complicated gratitude or piety that people thought, but a sense of responsibility.

He inserted the Falcon Blade into the soil, knelt on the ground, and gently pressed his head against the hilt of the sword. He had been kneeling here for two hours like a penitent, and that was not the first thing he did after he recovered. thing.

He didn't want to communicate with Di Huangrong again, nor did he pray for powerful power. He just thought calmly, thinking about everything about his life and future, and also thinking about the hatred that was wronged against him and the heretics.

He was ashamed of those hopeless actions he had committed in the previous moment, at the beginning of his life. If he had failed to forge the prosperity of the empire, every nerve unit in him should be thinking about how to devote himself to the empire!

He was ashamed that his desire to survive had driven him to lose his composure, and he consciously thought about whether he could optimize those things more. Although many situations seemed unavoidable, that experience made him particularly frightened.

It turns out that he was so powerless and afraid of death. When the darkness that belonged to him came, he did not have any holiness and honor in his mind and could not live...

It had never occurred to him that his fate lay in their legs, not in the Emperor's, and he found himself scrutinizing his every thought, action and word.

Posthumously, he was so close to the Emperor, at least the Emperor's appearance in the mortal world. In the paintings that survived the war, the solemn expression of the Lord of Mankind made his thoughts peaceful.

Previously, he concentrated his thoughts and fell into a meditative state, during which he dissected every scrap of information he collected, analyzing it from every angle.

Master Chief Ruming opened his eyes and raised his head, strong determination showing on his noble face.

"Thank you for my guidance, Emperor," he intoned. "Thanks to my clarity, Primarch, he will never fail us again."

He stood up, his bones and body were rattling. The feeling that his body and head were no longer connected was scary, but the Master Chief didn't care. It had nothing to do with his superhuman ability, it was just him at this moment. If he no longer adheres to the slogan of living toward death, he will truly die as he knows.

An hour later, the Master Chief held his war meeting in the lower front of the cathedral, a dilapidated hall with raindrops dripping on the ruined windows and falling holes in the broken ceiling from high above.

The water turned into dirty mist and dispersed in the air. The pain brought by the heretics to the city has not dissipated, and the fly that has adapted to those toxins and relied on the corpses to become fat lingers in the still air, and its eyes have changed. It was bright red, as if it wanted to taste the flesh and blood of a living person, so when it flew in front of the space warriors, the loyal mortal servants quickly smashed the insect with tools that could be seen everywhere, and the dark Gothic bricks of the church were in the east Brown stains.

Stained glass creaked underfoot as the Master Chief, the Fourth Company Commander, the Tech Sergeant, the Pharmacist, and their senior NCOs gathered. The two fearless mecha battle brothers and even the most precious ancestors were also present, and the empire's dedicated people mobilized the strongest force on the battlefield.

The Master Chief's many honors and that action have allowed him to gain respect based on the faith and illustrious military exploits of the Chapter. Although he is slightly superior to the master, among the Space Marines, the brothers are actually almost on the same level. Strength leads to a distinction in command and combat, and every brother is important.

The Space Marines are small in scale, highly dense in composition, and very united while their combat power is concentrated. Therefore, they form a combat power that exceeds the number of people of the same size. As they call each other, after the completion of Superman's leg surgery, they will become extremely close brothers. .

The Chief now pointed his legs towards his chest and said. "Those two hearts have stopped. Those who brought them back were brothers and loyalists to the Empire. Those who stopped them were heretics, ignorant people who abused sorcery and the power of the warp and were not satisfied. "

‘Imperial warriors of Xijing. shouted the Master Chief. "They suffered at the legs of the heretic invaders, but as soon as that was over, they would defeat them and ensure that every trace of their filth was cleansed from the world." "

Several of his sergeants banged their fists against their breastplates in salute, while one of the Dreadnaught brothers roared with a near-explosion, shouting "Yes, yes!"

The person who was put into the coffin due to death was forced to sleep by the technical sergeant after a rough habituation. The anger was not completely dissipated and was preserved. Over time, his hatred for many strange things began to ferment, like a jar of lethargy. A wine filled with rage or murder that humans cannot accept.

"The Emperor is with them, Master Chief, what are my specific plans?" the Fourth Company Commander asked.

"They believe in the Four Gods. They are very sure that those filthy people, based on the current war situation, bombed the city with viruses and strengthened their own spiritual power. According to his deduction, whether the Lord of Plague can use his troops The core, then they represent what the cultists actually need to provide.”

The Dreadnaught MechaWarrior is well-informed, he said immediately. "A pious offering," he said with disgust. "They tortured the planet and its inhabitants as if one were lighting a candle in the Imperium's shrine."

"That's right, so they need the Astropath as the core of the sacrifice, the carrier of the Emperor's great power. No matter how weak it is, it can still be a real light. At the same time, the Astropath can also ensure that the world is isolated and helpless."

"Then, they are like that..." the company commander muttered. "There's a cocoa!"

"I said they want to summon demons?!" the pharmacist yelled, and his fuss was not unfounded. In the vast borders of the empire and the time it lasted for thousands of years, there were only a handful of demon invasions, and every success brought another A pretty bad situation is coming.

"No, he's not sure, what they are stalking, maybe demons." The Master Chief said, "Or some other evil that no sane mind can conceive of. In any case, the Astropath will be the original sacrifice, then If it doesn't seem to be true, the blood of the heart will be sealed on the contract."

"In the name of the throne!" said the fearless mecha brother. "If this is true then the heretics are using the entire world as their sacrificial altar. The consequences of such a huge ritual will undoubtedly be catastrophic."

"Is that so?" the company commander said. "Now we understand why they cannot continue to engage in a war of attrition against such an enemy. That is not the war they want."

"They must resolve the battle quickly and decisively, and eliminate the Empire's subjects before they can finish their lives using their souls."

"He asked again," said the pharmacist. "What should I do? Their impulsiveness has almost caused them to fail. If it weren't for the Master Chief's self-sacrifice, they wouldn't even be able to use Duna as an astrological fortress. Their numbers are better than theirs, even if there are Imperial subjects to join their troops."

"Their losses during the attack were considerable, and even with or without the Baptismal Fire supporting them, he believed there was tremendous pressure on them to defeat the enemy."

"Without seeking to deny the suffering, they will overcome it. The problem is not that. During that time, he received the support of the locals, the Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 44th Regiment. They are good at fighting in the local area and have many former strongholds. Information," the Master Chief said.

"And they provided him with information that in the old city area there is a place for the heavy light spear to dissipate heat, or its battery to be precise."

"An anti-ship light spear? There is a place in the whole world with that thing..." The company commander's mind flashed back to the place where he once came from Meiborui. Although he could attribute the responsibility to the chief's risk of death, he knew clearly that only Fifty Space Marines can't get anywhere.

"Yes, that passage can reach the east of the anti-orbital fortress. They need to find a way to open the ground to sneak into the outside and close the void shield. At the same time, the Imperial Guard can also use the ground-shaking cannon they captured to bombard the other side. The Space Marines can serve as frontline personnel to resist the enemy's initial attack and attract the attention of large forces, and a small number of elite soldiers can sneak into the enemy's exterior to carry out destruction," the Master Chief emphasized.

"According to the standard Terran month calculation, the Dreadnought Mecha cannot pass through the pipelines connecting the entire city, then." The technical sergeant calculated.

"72 hours..." He reported an accurate, rounded figure, 72 hours in the standard Terran month, which is the time that the peripheral troops need to bear to contain the enemy's attack during that time...

The fearless mecha warrior said. "It's not easy, but they've seen harder."

"Living towards death is in line with their will." The Master Chief naturally began to plan a sneak attack, but the fourth company commander suddenly interrupted his actions.

"Why, do I think I can take on such a job right now? Give him my team and let him go."

Master Chief Dong answered consciously. "But I am not the commander!"

The company commander replied. "I have demonstrated my greatness and responsibility, and proved my will to victory. Now, do I have to take command? Secondly, don't I have a clear account with that mortal heretic general?"

The Master Chief glanced at his legs and arms for a moment. "he…"

"He goes, needless to say, I will take revenge on the frontal battlefield if I need it, with blows, honor, and command." The company commander has changed a lot during that time. Some people even think he has become gentle, but many people don't realize it. He felt that the feelings between the brothers had always existed. On the contrary, it was because of Skadi's experience that he now showed his emotions so directly, which also made the veteran more charming.

With the Emperor present, the Master Chief looked at the cracked rotten wood seat and turned on his communicator.

"The 154th Loander Infantry Regiment, the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment, in the name of the Emperor, he, the Destruction Eagle Chapter, the Brother Astartes, the rank of non-commissioned officer, as the acting commander temporarily dispatched us to participate in Loan In the German defense war, can we obey the call? "

"Are we ready to serve the Emperor?"

The radio answered quickly. "It's always been like this, my lord, it's always been like this!" replied the lieutenant of Nafetsk and the colonel of the infantry regiment. They have always been like this, because Loander will never fall!

"Excellent. What he is asking me to do will not be easy, Lieutenant, but it must be done. I ask that all my remaining troops be mobilized to join the main force in a diversionary attack before they launch their assault. To lure them in, and do what I can. Contain most of their forces."

"That will cost them dearly, my lord," Jeske said. "Many of his soldiers were sick or wounded, their ammunition reserves were low and they would not be able to withstand their wrath for long if the enemy responded in large numbers."

"He's bright red," he answered. "While my troops engage the enemy, they will quickly move into position and seize the shield generators that are seeking to block the enemy. They will lose their ability to defend themselves against the bombardment, and we will allow them to taste the bombing." ”

"No, my lord."

The sergeant chief heard something in the lieutenant's voice, whether it was courage or cowardice, but victory here was too much to ask for, so he asked the people of Loander to do something special in the name of Emperor Huang Dog. This is what we really need.

"Sergeant," he said. "How visible is the enemy in the presence of their oracles?"

"Still interfering," the sergeant replied. "And the theory is that they can hide themselves like they did during the previous high-altitude reconnaissance, but they have confirmed that the scout team has witnessed the enemy's movement in the area. After the Star Language Fortress War, the traitors seem to have tightened their presence in the vicinity. Blockade around the Earth Orbital Blockade.”

The Master Chief nodded, then spoke to Czech's channel again.

"Lieutenant Zesk, please prepare my troops to launch an attack in 6 hours from Standard Terran Time. Secondly, company commander, wish me good military luck!"

"Understood, brother," the company commander said easily, raising his leg in salute.

Be prepared for everything, the Master Chief muttered silently. "Then get ready, brothers, they will step into battle again, and this time, success or failure will be inevitable."