Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Those mixed things next to the low-Earth orbit defense array were piled high into a mountain of broken corpses, but it didn't smell bad, just as countless heavy-duty carts transported the corpses, and then fell on them, thick juice, viruses, Fat flies, disgusting buzzing things.

Initially, many robed wizards used Chaos symbols and complex runes, oils and human blood to paint many other symbols on them. They looked very similar to the shamanic culture that people in the ancient Terran era were obsessed with, but they were different.

Therefore, the violent subspace storm is distorting the time and space there, making the remote channels for the Space Marines to arrive there unstable, and whether such behavior prevents the divination instruments from touching the core of their strategy, and at the same time, because of it Attract the Destruction Eagle.

Ed Von Ka, as the most honored person in the Gutera Zhiming family, looked at those things with disgust but expectancy. He walked in his clean office, enjoying the steak, and witnessed those chaotic and disgusting things. Death thing.

His inner heart is very complicated, because human nature is not that complicated, he can resist filth, and what does he expect? Soon, he asked consciously. "Custer, my power is very fast..."

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth, his thoughts were spinning, and a kind of sadness crawled in his mind. He lost his adjutant, such as the Star Whisperer, and the two wizards brought from Engili Port also passed away. sky.

He is quite contradictory. He both hates filth and worships the Lord of Plagues. He neither dislikes wizards nor relies on spiritual powers. He secretly envies those who are favored by the supreme heaven, but is also afraid of the negative emotions and effects brought by those spiritual powers. .

At this moment, he has already made many forced changes. No one expected that the Alpha level wizard would be killed, and no one would realize that the war would turn out like this. Ed von Ka Looking at the huge death mountain formed by their own power, what use are the giants and miracles? Without wizards and astropaths, their dream of creating Alpha+ level psychics will disappear.

Whether the wizard who sets the stage can not only inspire the entry-level souls and let them enter the best of them, but also whether they can be swept away by the souls and gifts and blow their heads.

"Well..." He snorted softly and lowly, but there was nothing he could do. Those magical things were not what he was good at, so he could just let things continue, and then guard the place, waiting for new signals from Njili Port. Alpha-level psychics came to participate in that bloody and filthy banquet, allowing the Chaos Gods to inject countless mortal souls into their heads.

There is not much time left. After seven days, if no support arrives, the ritual will be invalid. At the end of the darkest millennium, according to Terran time, seven days will be the 700th year of that millennium. Is it the most suitable time to gather Lingke during the entire millennium, and inject Lingke Mage with a new life with the kind Lord of Plague?

"It failed...doesn't it mean that there is new material added there?" He murmured to himself and felt uneasy. Ed von Ka has always dominated the world with his excellent luck and sensitive feeling. He looked lonely. He glanced at the position of his auxiliary leg, and then turned on the communicator.

"One-third of the remaining soldiers of Engili gathered near the orbital defense system, and then the remaining forces stationed at the star port. Their Crucible has reached the final stage, and there is no need to continue killing, but don't forget, that world is not If there is no such thing as them or the dark gods, stay at your post first, support will arrive soon..."

He is not sure, and he is not afraid. Even if the ceremony is very demanding, and the Alpha + level Psychic can really become a legion by one person, fighting for that star area for the Lord of Enjili, even more.

The atmosphere of war is becoming thicker and solidified. He likes that feeling very much, which means that he is becoming more solidified, stronger and trusted in his own rights.

He had the situation in hand, victory was in sight, the Space Marines and the Imperial Guard were not left behind, and he had a strong army and sufficient supplies.

The Chaos Gods favored them with favors, but those traitors could not believe those clumsy lies. However, the fear of being wronged by demons was buried deep in their hearts. If this was not the mood that humans had since ancient Terra, even if they continued No matter how much you admire those things, you cannot completely dispel their essence.

Whether the troops are as complex and twisted as their command, there is no doubt that they are also extremely difficult enemies. Therefore, countless trenches and fortresses constantly guard those chaotic things.

Those fortresses have nothing to do with loyalty, and are probably not considered kind. They are only guarded for whether they can kill better. The honors and war props that once belonged to the Imperial Guard, the fortresses and fortresses that protect the imperial territory, are all being guarded. Doves occupy magpie nests and use them to harm the people they protect.

At the same time, the Thunderhawk gunship tore through the dark clouds composed of rich poisonous gas and lingered in the sky. The steam from its tail left a beautiful trail. The Master Chief walked beside it, using sophisticated astrology instruments to collect data on the battlefield, terrain, and future. Determine the bombing situation for mere mortals.

"The range of the void shield is about..." His fingers on the screen were drawing enough traces. Even the greatest flight engine in the empire should not get too close to the enemy, otherwise the multiple bombs in the fortress would be destroyed. It can easily tear apart the wings. Even if it uses the same material as the Land Destroyer, the Thunderhawk made for flight is much weaker than the armor of most ground vehicles.

Thus, divine algebra calculated the range of those fire control arrays after their sensitive equipment sensed a lock on the avian instruments, and the pilots were no more than experienced mortal servants.

Because most of the mortal servants, especially the experienced ones, had died in the first wave of attacks, and the Baptism Fire did not dare to send newcomers because of the orbital attack. Although the young man was not very reliable, at present... the sergeant could trust him.

Although as a newcomer, he had many things to do, training, and many tests, such as now, he shouted in confusion. "There are enemies, locked! Sir! Go back, there is air defense airspace in front!"

But the sergeant was not afraid at all, and said. "Forward, he knows those weapons, maintain the current altitude, and they can't touch them outside the range."

The driver hesitated for a moment, and then continued to move forward. The Thunder Eagle gunship roared into the enemy's defense system. Countless anti-aircraft turrets immediately responded to their impolite uninvited guests. Heavy defense equipment climbed on the driver, and the long black pipes were like the organ in hell, singing loudly, and trying to clean up the noisy singing.

The bright projectiles emitted residual heat and smoke, breaking through the clouds at a very high speed in the sky, leaving traces in the clouds that looked like small holes dug by creatures on the beach.

The sergeant shouted at this moment. "Yes, five meters!" The driver was caught off guard and pulled up, and at that moment of life and death, the projectile brushed against the armor of the Thunderhawk gunship when it exhaled hot air, but the insignificant scratch made the gunship shake.

The sergeant held the gunship fuselage to stabilize his body, and the mechanical legs and arms held the instrument to record, while the hell music that greeted them became more cheerful, intense, and complex.

"Are they really crazy? Can they stop them from landing? They have already fired thousands of rounds?!" The driver cursed with lingering fear.

The sergeant said. "Such situations will become more frequent and dense in the coming months. Are you ready to experience the fastest rise?"

"If someone like me survives that period, then the Empire will probably reach the darkest period of that era. It will be the darkest time after the Great Heresy, and it will also give me unlimited opportunities."

The driver asked. "Is it more terrible than the Apostasy?" He believed everything the living legend who destroyed the eagle said, so he asked without hesitation.

"I'm afraid it's worse." The sergeant looked at the ground vigilantly. After he experienced death, he now had expectations for many things. The effect similar to psychic prediction made him see the erratic and vague trajectory of the shells, just like the omniscience that Odin exchanged for his eyeballs in Norse mythology.

He also exchanged the clarity of his witnessing for the power of psychic advance, but whether it was the gift of the Emperor, the conspiracy of the gods, or a harmless genetic mutation, made the sergeant confused. Even the pharmacist in the regiment could not answer the core of the problem.

As long as the empire can be helped, it will not be bad. Although there are many confusions and doubts, the sergeant does not care, because he is destined to die, so he will not stick to good and evil, whether there is an empire or not.

When the driver trembled and let the Thunder Eagle gunboat land, I don’t know if the sergeant’s words just now were in his mind. Because the fire control lock was lost, they finally had the courage to land east of the clouds. "There is no trace of lock, Emperor bless."

"But he didn't see the scorpion, continue to land! If the reconnaissance is not clear, then even if the captain shuts down the void engine, he will not be able to destroy the enemy's core firepower with bombing in the first time." The sergeant said calmly. For the overall battle situation, it was not difficult.

"No, sir..." The driver looked eastward in dissatisfaction. Although he was a mortal's cowardice, his operating level had reached a rare height in the Imperial Guard. He had not experienced the hundreds of years of war, the endless war...

The sergeant lowered his head and looked at the vague nightmares east of the clouds. Those ferocious monsters were huge and looked very interesting. Countless black turrets were like mountains. The mountains made of metal were full of various weapons. Countless trenches formed a vague posture, like the texture of barbecue on the iron frame.

The sergeant raised the equipment and pasted the runes representing the engine, power, and ammunition depot on the holographic projection one by one.

"How is it?" The driver was very scared, and the sergeant answered. "Normal, they can go back soon, and the war will be much easier."

"Emperor bless, they survived!" The driver began to pull up with a sense of relief. For the first time, he felt that driving an engine required such a large external burden.

The sergeant looked at the devastated and devastated ground, but his thoughts were far away. He vaguely felt something. It was not a war device, but it emitted a bright and disgusting spirit and heat.

His attention was focused, and then it soon became clear that there was something around the fortress...

"Go..." he said suddenly.

The driver asked uncertainly. "Where? Is it the enemy's core area?!"

"That means victory. If I really want to be his future brother, I must go. This is not a request, but an order!" His tone was very serious. That feeling made the driver hesitant, but he was not a coward, so he quickly started to go.

The sergeant's vision kept going up and down, and the things in his mind became clearer and clearer. It was a huge mountain, and behind it, a huge monster was cooking something. The huge demon looked very much like the sculpture he had seen when he was exterminating the traitors.

"Lord of the Plague..." he muttered in confusion, and when the reality came to him, he determined the target of the rebel legions, a crucible that belonged to them alone, boiling all the souls of that world.

"Emperor..." The pilot looked at the rotting things on the ground in disbelief, and the defense there was denser than anywhere before, and dozens of anti-aircraft shells were already ready to move.

"Get away!" the Master Chief yelled, and the pilot began to pull up. Countless projectiles fell to the east like raindrops, but the Thunderhawk gunship became a bird in the heavy rain. Even if there were many things, the Master Chief hid his head back outside the cabin and violently The projectile also left a hot mark on his helmet.

"Damn..." The entire gunship was swaying, and those nasty things fired dirt projectiles at the Space Marines' walking mounts until their engines were hit by projectiles, the overall speed slowed down, and they stopped taking off, the Master Chief shouted anxiously. . "Keep rising!"

"No! Their engines are having problems! Emperor!" The pilot operated the complicated instruments in confusion.

"Calm down, calm down," the Master Chief emphasized. "No matter what, keep the gunship up. That behemoth has many engines. Don't be afraid of the heretics, they have defeated them!"

The driver came calmly and looked at many instruments. "The engine, the auxiliary engine is very good, just need..." He recalled many things from the training, and the aircraft body roared, and the concentrated engine sprayed black smoke from the side, making the sound louder.

"Successful!" He breathed heavily, his uniform wet with sweat, but overall, it was not good.

The Master Chief smiled with relief. "Very good, very good. I really have the ability to surpass many people. If my timidity prevents me from displaying it, I must have trained many times..."

"Remember, the Emperor and their Eternal Tellurians are by my side. There is no need to be afraid. Only in this way can we survive and live better."

"No, sir..." The pilot looked at the respected warrior with uncertainty. He drove the rickety Thunderhawk gunboat slowly too high and returned to the camp amidst the roar of countless machine guns and the roar of heretics. , maybe he will become one of the countless small legends in the empire, maybe he will continue to be unknown, but in general, he will be quite successful in driving tomorrow.