Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

For several months, under the calculation of completely manual work and a small number of Thinker arrays, the huge fleet took a lot of time to mobilize. As the flagship, Bordeaux was the core of the mobilization. Each world to be rescued must be based on its general situation. How to plan the specific value and environment in detail.

This is a responsibility for the heroes who will save the thousands of men and women in the empire. Only the war lord Alan Bair can decide on the war plan. He is correcting it day and night in the office. Fortunately, he is strong and young. Qingqing, coupled with the maintenance of many years of combat experience, has suddenly taken over all three parties, including sea, land and air, from orbit suppression to actual delivery predictions.

Because of the large number of scroll documents, mountains of vellum, and the Eagle of Destruction that he had to deal with during this period, Astartes was always around, so much so that he nicknamed himself "Little Guilliman."

However, he did not want to be compared with the great primarch. Guilliman would only handle this matter faster and more accurately, so this sentence was quite self-deprecating, joking about when he was so conservative in tactics. How could it not be a distrust of the Imperial Guard generals?

However, after the long and frustrating "Guilliman"-style revenge tactical planning, Alan Bile did have a long and rare good sleep, which was so long that his bones rattled after getting up from the bed. of rest.

The consequences were the soreness, discomfort, nausea, numbness, and depression brought about by revenge sleep. He called this feeling "Gaunt's daily life" and once mentally arranged the person who was as famous as Kane in the Empire. Loyal heir.

He muttered silently. "Kane and Gunter, mindless and unhappy." Then he started talking to himself and enjoying the fun that only he could understand.

But soon that nihilistic happiness dissipated with the current situation, and no one would understand how he felt. In the 40,000th year at the end of human civilization, there is only survival except for war. Except for the Lord of Humanity above the sky, there are The taunts and mockery of demons.

He was still confused and didn't know what to do next. He looked out the window and looked at the people who were working hard for the emperor. How good it was. Ignorance shaped the miserable happiness of those people, but was it really good to be awake?

There were many flashes of complicated emotions, but in the end Alan Bair just washed his cheeks with water, stepped out of the cell where he was imprisoned with obligations and responsibilities, and spoke to his guards, the Catachans, in a tall voice.

"Prepare for action and send a few people as my messengers. Our little Hermes has conveyed the message of the war and has been planning for others for several months. Now we are going to attack, for the sake of the glorious emperor and for The Pangia sector where we live."

Alan Bair particularly likes this about them. They don't talk nonsense, they don't pray during battles, they don't hesitate, they don't let the Emperor and him down, so he hopes those people can survive, but it turns out that compared to PDF or Farming there, the Skadi veterans just want to die under the enemy's guns, or be torn apart by the power of destruction and leave wounds to those enemies, and then drink the best Amset in the Golden Throne and watch Those enemies injured by him became sick due to their injuries, and finally disappeared into the void.

They are leaving, Loander will be silent again, but it will not last long. The world is being reborn in an orderly manner, turning into a new fortress to keep out the heretics, towering into the clouds, indestructible, with the Mandeville point she generated. , a few moons will wrap around it, a fortress will rise from the ground, and Loander will no longer suffer, because she is scarred and more difficult to destroy.

"Therefore, the Emperor has commanded me to tread the filthy ground with his feet. He has given death to those terrible blades, and his truth will not fade away."

On the bridge, Alan Bayer looked at the purple light curtain. The beautiful baptismal flames before had disappeared. They were blindfolded, and only the navigator and his complex sensory equipment connected to the nerves could vaguely touch. The general situation of the subspace, following the light of the star torch, they moved forward slowly.

The captain waved his arms at the command point, controlled the rudder, started the engine, turned on the cogitator array, the residual heat divination instrument, adjusted the gyroscope, and many other things. The sailors were busy here and there, and only Alan Bair stayed away.

When Alan Bayer saw the stars in the sky outside the ship window, he once again lamented that the real universe was better than Kia space. On the bridge, the captain was still waiting for the local detection satellite to send out the information, reporting the time, location, and many other information. , but there has been no news for a long time. Apparently the satellite here has been damaged. Without knowing the time, the captain's face became not very good.

The captain once praised that he was suitable to be a sailor, wandering around with the warships, and dedicating himself to the empire. But fate changed him into a warrior. He strolled onto the bridge and saw colorful stars or weird scenery outside the huge ship window. The baptismal fire surrounding Bordeaux, the beautiful Imperial strike cruiser, accompanied the old ship Bordeaux in the starlight.

The sound is huge, impassioned, and many emotions surround this place. I want to eat the enemy alive and trample the place that makes the emperor angry.

The entire ship was covered with Geller's Stand, like a small bubble merging into a big bubble, and entering the water after a "pop", while Bordero and the Baptismal Fire, wrapped in the bubble, entered as foreign objects. here.

Neat military boots stepped on the drumbeat of death, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, like the heartbeat of a giant, but the irony of order brought by war saved the world again, the Imperial Guard, the production line brought by the war lord, or many other jobs, serving the tired people, or providing wonderful drinks to those soldiers who accumulated a lot of throne coins.

Their souls are extremely pure. Compared with their unforgiving mouths, the Inquisition cannot distinguish the difference between his piety and that of saints, but those rough guys don’t know how to show their loyalty with actions other than shooting.

On the transport ship, Alan Baier looked at Luo Ande with a little reluctance. This world has suffered too much, and he wants to bring her more tasks. I don’t know if those hard-working people can do it, and he doesn’t know how his war will develop.

"Prepare your guns, wipe your laser brothers, and carry them on your shoulders. The cruel sacrifice will begin after the next departure from the warp. Each of us will die until the poison gas falls on the enemy’s hometown, for the Emperor!"

When the soldiers heard this, they all raised their heads and chests, and never retreated. The lieutenant just stepped forward and shouted. "Where is it?!"

"The warp channel is very stable. This raid should be successful. No, it will definitely be successful. With the assistance of the Space Marines, we can fall like lightning and easily sweep those asteroids."

The captain replied. "Thanks to you, the Emperor's light is bright and the warp is also stable. If there is no problem, then we can reach that star field in about 15 days according to the standard of the real universe."

Many "truths" such as these finally turned into crazy piety, but obviously this truth is useless to those old-timers in Skadi. The old soldiers taught the new recruits how to waste time, how to ensure good health, how to play cards, or use their own cheating skills to cheat the new recruits of the few remaining benefits.

"The heretics destroyed the Empire's detectors, so we can't get effective calculations for the Thinker array." He looked at the screen and said, those dark green electronic screens flashed strange pictures, and Alanbaier asked subconsciously. "How about the predictive instrument?"

A bottle of Amset is the emperor's blessing, and a cigarette is more chic. If he gets new underwear, he will sing the name of the female saint. For the soldiers of Skadi, their loyalty is enough for them to be unscrupulous here, because they only use actions to prove their reliability.

He has spoken, the wind seems to be silent, people listen quietly, and his voice is not loud, but clear and reassuring. "I have seen the emperor's feet stepping on the free port. His mercy is only not for those evil people. You know, I once received a letter from a child. He asked me, Lord, why did they fire at us..."

Behind such high efficiency is the result of the soldiers' private simulations for the attack again and again. Their speed and accuracy are not innate, but they have long known how to treat war, either die or live. At the end of this cruel human civilization, those greatness have long disappeared.

"There is still a way to reach it. We have been traveling for a day and it looks quite stable." Alan Baier asked the captain.

Their cowardly existence has turned into today's rigor. When Elanbair finally stepped into the star port, whether it was the tens of millions of Imperial Guards or the remaining dozens of Space Marines, they all saluted tacitly, paying tribute to the hero who connected them all.

The Catachans saluted subconsciously, and a few people left here like wild horses after the order. The only thing that made those who were thirsty for heretic blood so happy was the verbal guarantee of the Sun Lord. Apart from that, neither the warm bed nor the comfortable food could make their hearts excited.

[You can read the Emperor's honor and gift on the ancient cowhide scroll: You despise my people, I will have mercy on you, and the Imperial Hammer will fall with this. The offspring born by the citizens of the Empire will have flames in their hands. On the Emperor's unstoppable road, honor, honor, and the Emperor's blessing! ]

Here, hundreds of transport planes, dozens of gunboats, and many war engines are ready to go. After months of preparation and silence, those warriors can no longer bear it.

As Ailanbaier crossed several messy pipelines, Inquisitor Nova accompanied him like his secretary. Now the captain of the Bordello and the captain of the Fire of Baptism also got off their beloved ships and listened to this mobilization for the first time.

They were not bloodthirsty, but their hatred reached the limit. Those pains and experiences proved time and time again that the enemies of the empire deserved to die and had to die without a burial place!

The captain waved his hand to command, and the voyage continued. The long journey provided Inquisitor Nova with a lot of time to record, and also made the soldiers' card game more and more intense. Finally, after a short low hum, the physical feeling time was about 6 days. The real world was not clear, it should be about 15 days.

Geller's position turned into a damn evil purple. At this moment, even the most determined soldiers were strictly required to stay in the hold like cargo. Five or six people shared a toilet, and the bed was always hot. They would not get up at all. They only had a little time to wake up, lifting dumbbells or doing squats. The only things that could provide them with leisure were the songs sung by the sailors or the Emperor's true words at the bedside.

As the gray world became farther and farther away, he stepped into Bordello again. The gravity generated by the Mechanicus pulled at his heart, and the smell of incense and promethium mixed into an uncomfortable mixture of air. However, he had long been accustomed to it, and the narrow corridors would not make him feel more suffocated.

"So I also bathed in his light at night, writing the plan to punish heretics by lamplight, and our brothers will execute it. They have moved forward, and the Skadi have been slow, so the place we have to attack is extremely dangerous and difficult to conquer, to make up for the time we wasted." They hope that their guns can tear the flesh of the enemy. The Skadi are more bloodthirsty than many of their neighbors, especially when it comes to orcs and heretics. Therefore, the transfer orders are very fast, and the soldiers are ready to go and gather at the star port waiting for transportation. Fortunately, they left the warp, and the Geller stand crackled to isolate the warp storm. In the purple lightning and the vortex that suddenly appeared in the cosmic void, Bordello stuck his head out. Alan Baier nodded. This was one of the few successful and smooth things during this period, but he didn't like warp travel, psychic power, and he didn't like anything related to the gods. Alan Baier answered. "Enjili! Their homeland, just like what they did to Skadi, just like what they did to Loand, we will let the virus torpedoes fall on their homeland, we will plunder those heretics to supply the enemy's projectiles."

Finally, the subspace engine cut into the ethereal land of the subspace from the Mandeville point where the gravity of the planet was weak. The Geller stand was humming and roaring. The subspace engine brought the huge body of the ship into the rich purple place. To be precise, it was the last barrier of the real world to the subspace. It looked as weak as a soap bubble, but it was so strong that no demon could turn out. It could only accommodate the products of the material world born in her.

He didn't want to go to an unfamiliar and strange cosmic area again. The captain also began to check. After about half an hour, the anxious intelligence finally appeared after scanning. "We... didn't deviate, but the time is still not accurate, but the problem is not here, but."

"My instrument can't find the Space Marines. The Baptism of Fire disappeared. It may be that the subspace fluctuation caused the time deviation. We were separated."

Alan Baier shook his head. "The evil gods' schemes are ridiculous. Do they think that they can just separate us from the Destroyer Eagle?" He looked at the void with resentment, as if he had understood who was behind it, and said, "We will proceed with the plan as normal. If the Destroyer Eagle arrives later or earlier than us, it will definitely do the same!" He pointed to the nearest armed asteroid fortress, called the Fortress of Severo, and said seriously. "Start with it. We need supplies."