Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

A few months later, the Bordero, regarded as an honor by many in the Pangia sub-sector, tore apart the phantom of the void and crawled out of the vague subspace. Compared with the previous baptisms that were swept away by heretical rituals, Fire Horn, not only is her route stable, but her condition is also in a new state, but she is not the first metal giant to poke its head out. The Thinker Array or Sacred Bone Wetware of the Imperial Exploration Satellite is buzzing and analyzing, Working diligently to provide the Empire with slightly more stable warp navigation.

This young satellite, which has been working for the empire for many years, still has more warships recorded today than the previous hundreds of years combined, 54, and all of them are warships.

Those dark gray behemoths were twinkling in the faint starlight. Perhaps if you looked further away, you would see that those monsters were members of the stars. Their huge bodies were three kilometers long, and their surface was densely covered with churches, winding like a mountain peak.

It’s just that the void is vast and huge. Even if those warships are gathered very close together, they look like just a drop in the ocean. But no one will underestimate them. Any one of those imperial metal engines has the ability to annihilate small alien civilizations. Firepower, while transporting tens of millions of loyal men and women of the Empire.

On the Bordero, the flagship of its huge force, the person who organized and unified this fleet, the Skadi hero, was looking at the huge star map with a sad face.

It's hard to imagine that this huge conference room is also the lord's bedroom. The messy personal items and complicated pipelines are all together. The agent was lowering his head to analyze the complex information of the endless void. The Astropath raised his head, and his blind eyes felt the intermittent spiritual energy of the void ria space.

But the most colorful group of people is not them. Although they are indeed special, they are still not enough for the legends of the Empire's illustrious 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

Its lord, Lord Alan Bair, just worriedly flicked his fingers over the star chart captain's nearest world. They turned into black with no response and no exploration. The sides represented that they had fallen, turned into the ban of Freeport and refused. To offer the Empire any assistance, he therefore asked Captain Bordeleau.

"It's not a special case. It seems that Freeport has expanded to three or four star systems to relieve the pressure of war. This shows that they have a considerable degree of void transportation capabilities and terrible individual soldier qualities. Master Chief, Destruction Eagle and others reported resemblance."

The captain, no, to be precise, all the Skadi officers staying on the flagship hesitated for a moment. None of them imagined this method, because it would cost too much military force, and spreading the force is a taboo for military strategists...

When the transport plane soared over the star port at low altitude, they saw living people for the first time. Those were young children and old people, who were taking care of it with their little fingers, recycling the relics produced by the war. It was a strip without a covering. The production line relies on manual sorting and transportation.

"Those heretics don't care about the people who were once compatriots in the empire. In their eyes, those with different beliefs are all similar looking pigs, and this world is just a place to produce their sacrificial items."

The child carried the metal and scrap metal from the collection truck to the old man. The old man slowly dried the soil, cleaned it, and then loaded it into the factory to lay the foundation for the construction of the hive city. At the moment when the second lieutenant looked down and saw, a The child touched the dumb bomb, and there was a roar. The child, who was still running on the ground handing something to the old man, was blown away by a yellow ground-shaking cannon and was scattered to pieces.

They can get to the core, so why should they abandon their martial arts skills? However, Alan Bayer felt that the child was starting to have his own opinion, but he still just looked at the star map and then asked. “Is winning everything?”

"Boss, you just want me to see death and destruction once and approve your plan?"

At this moment, a ray of light shines into the interior of the transport plane. It is the light of a star. From the ship cabin outward, the dead earth, the cracked roads, the few vegetation in this world have completely withered, and death has become the background of the entire world. Corruption , craters, trenches, and rotting bodies.

The military order was difficult, and finally when the roar of the transport plane came to his ears, the smell of promethium and the Catachan soldiers crowded inside the transport plane reminded him of every sortie in his countless military career.

At first glance, the impression given to people is that of hungry, dirty, ugly open-air factories, garbage dump-like places, with trucks dumped again and again, children naked and underfed, old people exhausted, and the newly built factory next to the Star Port looks like The huge monster roars all the time, swallowing waste.

The second lieutenant's eyes became cold. He was a soldier, but he would not kill innocent people. He had been mentally prepared for it, but he was still dissatisfied. Those things were inhumane, but victory was more important.

"People who have experienced the loss of their homes, death, sacrifice, and the loss of their loved ones should be the most sympathetic to this world. We have experienced it, survived it, and become better, but they have no choice or chance. If we don't save it, They, no one in this universe will lend a helping hand to them.”

The transport plane's engine shuddered as it left the hangar, and the ensign rubbed the tip of his nose. "No, I won't, I won't let victory slip away. People in other worlds have nothing to do with me. I am only loyal to Skadi, and I am only loyal to the Emperor."

"Loander is too cold in winter. In order to keep people warm, we collected any fabrics to build greenhouses to help them survive the cold winter. The original clothes were also taken away."

"One punch against the enemy is better than a hundred punches. I don't agree." The second lieutenant, to be precise, he and the officers behind him and the lieutenant's faction who came from the forging world Panlan disagreed. They almost didn't agree. Need to discuss, this is not disobedience, it is just reality, because the empire’s battleships and legions are much stronger than those who judge heresy!

"I will take you to see them, will the lord come too?"

However, Alan Bayer just looked at Luande who was getting closer and said nothing, because the best course was coming soon, and the group headed by the second lieutenant also felt that the lord acquiesced to their proposal.

Of course, the transport plane fell and the starport remained intact, but the people who greeted Alan Bair were not soldiers, to be precise, those dirty, skinny, skinny adults.

"I am the Fourth Lieutenant of the Skadi Infantry. I want to see your commander. Abuse of the Imperial Guard is a serious military crime!"

But the people in this world were not confused or surprised. They just showed up with a few kid guys who were about the same age as the dead child. They cleaned up the pieces that might have been friends and brought in new people to continue working.

The lieutenant shook his head. "What I'm asking is, where is the owner of the clothes? Didn't I say that there are more than 3,000 serving soldiers in the Imperial Guard? I want them to join my command array!"

Alan Beyer simply replied. "You must go today. I order you as your commander, the second lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment."

His mind was in chaos, very quickly. Those cruel images and scarred world pointed out to this young man what the worst atrocities in the universe were, and subconsciously made him ask himself, is victory important?

the ensign asked. "Then why are you wearing military uniforms?"

So he looked at the star map, the confused star map, and then asked. "What if we use two battleships, that is, approximately 200,000 infantry or heavy infantry elites, to fall down during an orbital attack to dismantle the enemy's occupation and return many worlds in the empire, is that okay?"

Alan Bayer was just sleepy due to the long-term subspace travel. He was really excited to step into the battleship because the military life he had not experienced for a long time had restarted. Compared with correcting documents, punishing heretics was obviously more in line with his personal aesthetics.

Alan Beyer finished the drinks and answered. "No, I can't force you to do those things. No one can force you, and forcing will not make you sincere, but I know that I know Skadi's warriors better than anyone else, including the clear ones. you."

Skadi's officers are all young, and they don't understand why the Imperial Guard is a "Guard" and not an Imperial Expeditionary Force. When so many worlds have fallen, old-timers like Staff Officer, Captain, and Alan Bair understand, What should they do.

The Chief wiped an inconspicuous crater on his armor, as if he missed something. "The 154th Loander Infantry Regiment, the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment...yes, they are loyal and powerful."

"Going down, second lieutenant, you come with me." Alan Bayer suddenly spoke, and the second lieutenant hesitated. "Boss? Shall I go? Chief of Staff or Master Chief of Catachan would be better." He didn't want to see this world riddled with holes head on.

It was only when the battleship slowly approached Loander's low-Earth orbit, and people looked out of the ship's window, that someone subconsciously murmured to themselves. "It was hell."

Finally, Bordeleau docked next to the horrific ruins of a space station, where the much larger strike cruiser, the Baptismal Fire, was sleeping. Her captain sent a message and allowed the Imperial Guard, Skadi IV The infantry regiment and the transport ship Bordeaux docked.

It's just that on the complete continent, you can see the miserable scenery even though you are thousands of kilometers away. The storms generated by the subspace ability are wreaking havoc, and the poisonous clouds make the world dark green. The most terrifying thing is actually this world. Now the place facing away from the star is completely dark and deathly silent. If it weren't for the empire's huge hive world, the man-made miracles that are solid and stretch for hundreds of thousands of kilometers are like black nails embedded in the ground.

"But a battleship needs a large cargo ship with double its load, such as a big and powerful fast-knife high-speed ship, to maintain it. This force is destined to not be able to fight for a long time. Without the help of many worlds in the empire, fifty ships several kilometers long Behemoths are not a burden we can afford to nourish in enemy territory," the chief of staff analyzed calmly.

Although he was wearing the uniform of an Imperial Guard soldier, he didn't have a body armor or laser gun, which looked ridiculous.

The transport plane quickly started to fly, and then it needed to fly over the riddled surface. Alan Beyer took the kettle and poured the messy drinks into his mouth, moistening his throat to prepare his speech. The second lieutenant couldn't help but ask.

But with the ensuing subspace travel, boredom and sleepiness, and his worries about war or love for people replaced the bloodthirst. When he realized that those heretics would use poison gas on his compatriots, he Discover what you're dealing with, a war crime that even the most vicious villains in human history would never commit, but now a common occurrence in the endless void.

That time the skinny man replied. "Sir, we are not the Imperial Guard, we are the local PDF."

The person who answered him was not the poor man in front of him, but the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle who came from a distance. He took his battle brothers and first saluted the slowly falling Alan Bair. Rarely in history has a warrior been compared to a mortal.

The captain rubbed his white beard and answered with ease. "But with the Emperor's blessing, the Destruction Eagle has opened up a focal point for us, allowing us to drive straight in. We only need to create enough camps in the world called Loander to ensure transportation."

Yes, hell, although the hive world is cruel, as the crystallization of imperial technology, it should not be hell. But now those towering hives have been exploded, and thick clouds of poisonous gas are hovering in the sky. There is no such thing in this world. The ocean is much smaller than Terra, but its higher mass makes it about the same gravity.

The witchcraft of artificial gravity once again made him feel physically tired, but this feeling would dissipate once he left the hangar, but now he felt that he suddenly weighed 40 pounds.

They were just refugees. The second lieutenant had a bad feeling in his heart. He jumped out of the transport plane before it landed and asked those people.

And now, most people here think that this should be a world of death...

Another answer. "Due to the lack of supplies, a mortal in Loander can only get less than half of the normal caloric intake per day, and has to work hard to restore the supply chain. This world is too barren, and almost all factories have been destroyed. But we still have to keep many survivors alive.”

Alan Bair waved his hand and refused. "I'm going to do some planning. I've brought Skadi's team with reconstruction experience, and there's enough food. We need to rebuild the supply point as quickly as possible to sustain a possible war."

The Master Chief nodded and left with the Second Lieutenant. Under the protection of the Honorable Destruction Eagle Battle Brothers, they came to a cemetery in a star port with a high standard rarely seen by mortals. Because there were no resources, the construction here seemed random and sloppy. , the Master Chief spoke. "He didn't want the Space Marines to build it and asked for the survivors to be rescued by them, so it was very crude."

"Come, let me introduce my comrades to you." His huge body knelt on one knee, and his fingers wiped away the dust on the simple dark red metal tombstone, revealing an inconspicuous-looking name.

Captain Jesik, who served in the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard, died of a malignant disease at the age of 27. His soul returned to the throne, may the Emperor protect him.