Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 279 Ed Von Ka’s final battle

The battle is bright and the situation is decided. The activity of the Emperor's light and the Destroying Eagle will eventually destroy all the heretics and traitors. The punishment that awaits those mortals who once belonged to the Empire is death, a death without mercy, a cruel death, and their souls They will also be accepted by their gods and become toys or food. At this point, with the efforts of heavy raider tanks, soaring Thunderhawk gunships, many war engines and space warriors, the blood of heretics has moistened this land. every corner.

The sky has gathered dark clouds due to the bombing of the long war, but what is interesting is that this time the clouds are not dirty, but appear clean. After the Imperial Guard gathered briefly, drops of rain fell, beating on this once dead world. superior.

The Loander infantrymen wore thick artificial leather windbreakers. Raindrops fell on their clothes or gas masks, and the protruding mouth of the "pig nose" ran down. The laser gun was carried on the right shoulder. They stood, standing on their own. In my hometown, I used silence to mourn my comrades-in-arms, and used victory to wash away my shame.

Their faces were pale, their hair was dark, and they seemed a little malnourished. They wore black military uniforms. They were hopeless, but extremely great. When the captain walked across the wet concrete ground with the patter of his military boots, the man who had endured the cold After a full month of brutal and bloody fighting, the officer, Captain, Mr. Czech announced this hard-won victory to everyone in the name of the commander-in-chief.

As the raindrops fell on his ink-colored military uniform, then slid down the waterproof coating, moistening his skin, and then wiped clean the Sky Eagle emblem on his right chest and neck, the soldiers gently tapped the ground with the handles of their guns. That low vibrating sound was resonated and amplified by thousands of people and penetrated deeply into people's hearts.

Although the world is now riddled with holes, star ports are paralyzed, people are dead, and low-Earth orbit defense systems are paralyzed, those soldiers have proven time and time again that this place is not worthless.

Only loyalty and sacrifice create a noble spirit that transcends its essential physical material form, and the victory created by it makes the soldiers standing in front of the orbital ruins particularly honorable. The soil is moistened with the blood of those failed heretics, as they say, at this moment The raindrops are no longer greasy and poisonous, but clean and clean.

However, some people obeyed, some won, and humans failed, but some persisted. On the Eagle Mountain, which is surrounded by many poisonous corpses and looks like a land of demons, a dark green phantom has appeared in that towering place, stirring the strange crucible and the ability of chaos. The limit was reached at this moment, and it was the first sacrifice that used most of the souls on the planet.

During this period, which was only about a day and a half, the Master Chief led his troops to conduct guerrilla warfare and extermination, and the zombie attack had been sustained many times, carried out many times, and completed many times, but the effect was not great. , Ed Von Ka can avoid fatal attacks at critical moments every time, every time, every time.

Now the heroes of the Eagles of Destruction are hiding from the troops searching for them in the abandoned pipes of the hive city outside the Eagle Mountain. Chimera armored vehicles are covered with coating nets. A simple holy anointing can cover them to disable the enemy's divination instruments. The Master Chief was still worried.

At this moment, someone on the Salamander tank wanted to lift the storm bolter, but the Master Chief did not react. He was dealing with the enemy, the hateful enemy, the heretic, aiming, and then pressing the trigger...

Mortals use lumen balls with weak light to keep the light. The young mortal who once drove the Thunderhawk has lost a lot of timidity and quietly takes care of the equipment for the Master Chief.

This was the last chance for those backpacks to leap, filled with fuel, primed with explosives, and the Emperor's honor shining on them, even though they were now hiding in rusty old pipes, surrounded by many mortals. Troops pursued and intercepted him.

Only the soaring Space Marines came down, using their terrible red and white armor to resist attacks and fight side by side for their mortal friends.

"Time waits for no one..." The Master Chief's mind flashed through how his plan to snipe the enemy's command during guerrilla operations went bankrupt. He seemed to have divine help. Was it the evil lord of this field who protected him? still?

He gathered the brothers' attention, and with a short, quiet gesture, motioned for them all to put on their helmets to facilitate conversation.

Then, the Falcon Sword violently inserted into the thin armor layer, sparks flying everywhere, the Master Chief put one foot on the front of the car to help exert force, the Destruction Stand buzzed, and finally, the entire crew member was torn apart , revealing the panicked pilot and observer inside, as well as the nobleman, Ed von Ka, who pointed the explosive pistol at the chief.

There was a squeaking sound, and the tracks flattened the metal. Ed von Ka was sitting on a command tank and watched the troops leave. From this point of view, he was indeed qualified as a commander. At least he really cherished himself. soldiers, while being satisfied with being the war spokesman of the Plague Lord.

The things that allowed him to truly unleash his full capabilities were the Forge of War and the Captain of the Astartes. The Master Chief made an ancient gesture with his metal arm, his left thumb slowly raised. , fisting with the palm of your hand, and taking it as a silent compliment.

"It's the third day. The war at the fortress should be over. I don't know what the situation is. The damn ritual here has produced psychic fluctuations. It's so strong that our communications are completely blocked."

It looks dark and dilapidated here, and the rusty pipes smell like blood, or the smell of blood is close to rust. This pipe is not fine gold, but a poor alloy. It has become like this in less than a few hundred years. The inside of the pipe was completely blocked, and the mouth of the pipe was covered with gravel and many other things, blending into the natural environment. If the mortal soldiers brought by the Master Chief had not grown up here, they would not have been able to find it here.

The sergeant chief looked at this madman in surprise. Even though his bright red helmet was dripping with the blood of his soldiers, condescendingly dripping on the noble lord's fair cheeks, he was still not afraid.

He put on the helmet, confirmed the bayonet, the eye indicator flashed, the nuclear power battery drove it full of power, the mortal servant asked timidly. "But sir, we have just completed a guerrilla war."

Bang bang bang! Fierce heat was fired, but it was not the Master Chief who was dyed red, but the enemy's car body. Because the Chimera armored vehicle's multi-link heavy explosive bombs had been fired, and the front of the car was always paying attention to the Master Chief's battle, which made people Wow, shooting at this angle and hitting it accurately, the talent displayed by that mortal servant in driving is amazing.

"They will take away many of the already stretched troops to complete their contract with the Chaos Gods as quickly as possible, so we can attack the base."

A Chimera armored vehicle used ingenious techniques to slide down the hillside on the side of Tianying Mountain, cutting off the reconnaissance tank's retreat and blocking it at the door. Dozens of mortal heroes stepped out of the vehicle and used shooting and cover to delay the precious In just a moment, they were surrounded by dozens of times more enemies.

A crazy, beloved, but twisted and perverted war madman, he is also one of the empire’s most disgusted and least wanted enemies, because God knows what he will do for his beliefs in the end, and those noble identities satisfy his material needs, Therefore, he cares more about spiritual pleasure and religious thoughts than most ordinary people.

What's interesting is that their little base now does attract Space Marines, it does become a base, it does provide security.

Finally, the dilapidated camps, trenches, and messy things became the basis for the interdiction of the Space Marines. The Master Chief fell from the sky in front of the reconnaissance tank. He picked up the Falcon Sword and used a destructive stance to cut through the weak Salamander. Take command of the tank's husk, then slay the heretic War Lord to end it all.

But the answer was not the mysterious words of his friend's soul, but the long and terrible warning of the attack, harsh and fierce, the Space Marines soaring in the sky with jump packs, and the bolt pistols fired pellets one after another as if they were destined. Those sentry heads with firepower on the watchtowers.

He was a little surprised by the damn sense of fate behind this incident, and was glad that he made his choice. During the guerrilla war, this place saved them a lot of inconvenience. But looking at the dwindling supplies and the enemy's almost complete ritual, he spoke .

The Master Chief simply said. "Get in the car." The elite Loanders and Space Marines walked out of the dark, narrow and lightless place. The warmth of the star shone again, and the light reflected on the beautiful armor reminded the Destruction Eagles that they were not mice.

"We can't wait any longer. Today, at some point today, the ceremony will be completed. This world has been stretched as thin as the Mandeville Point by some force. The barrier between the highest heaven and reality has been blurred. Although I don't know them. What kind of magic was used to prevent the demon from appearing, but I feel that those powers can never be used by it. "

His human servant lieutenant polished his armor and brought the few supplies in the armored car. "Sir, are our reinforcements not far away?"

The Master Chief lowered his head and squinted his strange purple pupils, which had begun to appear. He felt a strange touch, and the whole world was pulled into a dark green filthy garden. He rubbed his temples, even if he was a superman of the Space Marines. Unable to persist in his will, he had no choice but to quit. His forehead was covered with sweat, and then he stretched out his hand to get his bright red helmet.

He is a hero when he wins, a heretic hero, and when he fails, he is a monster, a monster of the empire, so he cannot lose, nor does he want to lose. When his sharp eyes look towards the horizon, at this moment he is looking out from the observation hole and chanting. "Scat, Scat, what should I do? The ceremony is approaching, the enemy remains, the castle is destroyed, and the comrades are gone."

Ed von Ka said. "No, the Lord of Plague will not abandon me, Praise of Darkness, but your Corpse Emperor will stand by and watch. No matter how hard you try, you can't change it."

"The mortal troops of the reconnaissance team reported some time ago that the enemy may be having a headache for the materials for the last stage of the ritual. Those equipment trucks have already been started, so they will take risks to collect some corpses and do those disgusting things, and this This is our chance..."

Those loyal battle brothers quickly responded. They had no complaints. As long as they could contribute to the continuation of the empire, death was not a big deal to the Destruction Eagles. They adjusted their jump packs, filled them with fuel, and the Chimera armored vehicles The baggage capacity is not strong. It is difficult to provide supplies for a team of 20 people, especially when there are ten Astartes.

"The last chance is in a few hours. I don't want to fail. No matter what the cost, I want to protect the souls of the empire's people in this world from being captured by Chaos and becoming a prop for those bastards to sacrifice their power. Therefore, we need to kill that war lord!"

Those heretical troops also felt loyal because of this, but the things that greeted them were called explosive bombs and lasers.

Twenty warriors were therefore crowded here, but the pipe was better at concealment, and they were not afraid of those who were looking for them, but they had no ability to waste bullets, any bullets, or a chain sword's reserve blade.

The price was dozens of Space Marines and mortal heroes of the Empire, as well as his death, but even so, this was his most aggressive, craziest, and most desperate battle yet.

This quality is very strange. It is both good and bad. People will become dull and inflexible because of this, and they will also become heroes and great men because of this idea. However, its essence is just the difference between winners and losers.

A few hours later, here, on the not-so-perfect road near Tianying Mountain, several tanks were slowly crushing abandoned civilian vehicles or crude anti-gravity flight equipment. But no matter what, those equipment were once The masters, the dignitaries of this world, are already wailing in pain in the crucible of the gods.

"It's over, Destruction Eagle and Loander won." The Master Chief said.

The Master Chief picked up a plastic toy carved by a child from the ground, or a childhood friend of a soldier friend who was serving here. It was a fake model of an Astartes warrior. It was rough, but you could tell from the vague Aquila mark on it. This is a space marine.

Several rune warriors crawled out of the body of the Salamander tank. They were too small compared to the space warriors who came. The Master Chief raised his weapon, and the explosive bombs easily took away the lives of those seemingly powerful warriors. Now his His reflexes, prediction ability, and even vague psychic sensing are far beyond those of ordinary people, and seemingly powerful freaks become insignificant in front of him.

The high-tech helmets of the Astartes can ensure that they can still see clearly at low brightness, so they just maintain the equipment silently, but the laser magazines on the ground that have been used many times reveal its current situation.

His thoughts were forced away by himself. This time he had to kill the bastard. No matter what, he needed a plan...

However, he doesn't care, as long as he is sent to the highest heaven, the matter will be over. When the sword of the eagle of destruction is raised high, this mortal will no longer be able to live.

But this time, as he said, the Lord of Plague favored him. A violent explosion occurred at the cover of the Chimera armored vehicle. Those loyal brothers, mortals, and the Chimera armored vehicle were suddenly violently pulled away. Opening, the strong psychic feeling and the smell of plague made the Master Chief lose consciousness, so the sword was misplaced, killing the unlucky pilot, and the flesh and blood were split.

But that feeling was really familiar yet unfamiliar to the Master Chief, but soon, Ed von Ka suddenly shouted. "Scat!"

"Skater?" The Master Chief hesitated and repeated the words. Then he heard the sound of jingling bells and the collision of distillation pots. He looked sideways at the place filled with poisonous gas like hell, and his blood-stained robes struggled. The dark reflection of a mortal is cast by the firelight. The shadow is very strange. From an anatomical point of view, he...or it, has no head!