Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

In the fortress, among the stars, when the Emperor's light protected those who took root here until now, they shamelessly forget their honor, a long time has passed, and the power changes people's hearts.

But the grand narratives and many futures in the Asteroid Fortress have nothing to do with ordinary people. The false stars made of metal are wandering in the void. The asteroid belt sounds dense, but for individuals, the distance between them is quite exaggerated. Starlight, nothing visible to the naked eye, only darkness.

In a private and remote port, in this man-made fortress that was no bigger than a continental territory, on a metal platform that looked like a metal tumor protruding from an asteroid, old Chester looked out the window into the pitch-black void, waiting for himself. Next job.

He worked for the cold trade, but this so-called "illegal" trade was extremely boring to him. He wore the robe of an imperial civil servant, with old skin and shriveled fingers, holding a pen and brown paper, and then faced a computer A ship warehouse that transports many supplies answered in an almost numb voice. "Item 43769, put into storage, item 43770, put into storage..."

It is almost suffocating. As long as a ship enters his or her territory, the clerks who provide endless manual computing power for this huge smuggling organization will continue to use the most primitive methods to count those things. Regarding this, everything Sturt did the best, he was the most insensitive, neither fast nor slow, didn't ask what the cargo was, didn't care about the names on the list, and didn't care how the tired sailors, brokers, and captains complained about the business.

He really knows one thing, counting, warehousing, and statistics, as if those thrilling smuggling and the battle of wits and courage against the Inquisition are insignificant and do not exist, but he actually does not know that there is no Inquisition in the current asteroid fortress. .

The Empire is an extremely large organization. Even the most fringe areas are larger than any country in Gutera. For Old Chester, the Red Pirates and the Empire are all the same, because his job is only to liquidate.

He is as diligent as his father, as accurate as his mother, and has loyalty and insensitivity beyond expectations, so much so that the actual owner of the port, Baron Leonard, trusts him very much, and even In order to save costs, he was given the privilege of not needing to repeatedly count or check.

It's just that this privilege doesn't matter to old Chester at all. He only has to make a list tomorrow, finish on time, eat liquid food, and continue, so that his fingers are bulging on the joints from writing for a long time, and his knees are completely bent from standing for a long time. , seemingly 1.7 meters in height, but suddenly reduced to 1.6 meters in height.

And he is just like his pitiful record that can be changed, ravaged, and ignored at will. When his emotions reach the peak, he is just here confused and crying. This pitiful person who is destined to only slowly rotate as a gear. The blow that people encounter today is more severe than all the difficulties put together in the past few years, and it almost stretches their worthless soul to the extreme.

Alan Bair looked at the old man. He thought it was very interesting. A gear without soul and vitality had many uses for him. Maybe it could allow the Imperial Guard to blend into the local troops without any losses, and directly Capture the owner here.

Now that she was riding a tiger, she could only greet a few brothers to get off the boat with a grimace. Old Chester could only raise his old fingers and hand in the form normally.

But the look of old Chester made her unable to understand. She originally treated him like a beggar, but this was as smooth as possible. Anyway, when the Sun Lord conquered this place or failed, she would leave this place in a boat. A place of right and wrong, but this is what the old beggar asked now that he was looking at the huge sum of money that could buy a set of low-quality civilian-made bulletproof armor. "What's this?"

"Ignore him and go straight in!" She made a decisive judgment, but not everyone agreed with such a plan. When a young man in military uniform walked out of the transport ship, the lady who was in command just now could only lower her head. head. "Lord, what are your requirements?"

The owner of the office is not the baron, but a fat man. He may have the aristocratic blood of the eighteenth generation, and he knows this agent, so he talks about it. "Little Weiner, what, this batch of goods has arrived?" He took a look and confirmed in his heart that it was Old Chester's list, so he didn't ask any more questions.

And according to his condition, it is not impossible to learn how to make a profit next. If he was much younger, he could even start from scratch, but all that time has passed by. But even so, the help he can provide to Alan Bayer is not Very big.

Perhaps even the arrival of the Emperor himself could not dispel his ignorance, the agent was thinking in her heart at this moment, and she was also so sure that this man was hopeless.

At this moment, he looked at the character dully. That seemingly inconspicuous and worthless character actually only accounted for a small proportion of the entire table, and it was everything to Old Chester. At this moment, he only felt that he was being denied and being ignored. Something was completely denied. He somehow mustered up the courage to look at Alan Bayer, but was quickly discouraged because of the height of almost 1.85 meters and the black hole of the muzzle.

Ironically, the latest adventure is right in front of him. Those scarred barges, orcs, Eldar mercenaries passing by from time to time, or those red book goods that look like kraft paper texture, as long as he asks gently, he will turn the page. Take a look at the pages, or just type out a wrong number on your own piece of brown paper and head to the black market with your priceless stuff.

It was about two hours later that he saw a transport ship appear, but what was waiting for him was not the familiar cargo, but a capable woman wearing a white cloth coat, jeans, and long leather boots walking down from it. The collar of the linen clothes was stretched out by the plumpness, and there was a scimitar on his waist. He had short brown hair and a messy hairstyle, looking like a pirate.

Old Chester had never encountered such a situation in his life, because cold trading ships with empty positions would not come to the secret port, so he just answered like a machine. "inventory."

Alan Bair just looked at his pitiful appearance and put down his weapon. "Agent, go through the normal process."

And when he came back to his senses, he had left the place and arrived at the place where he was supposed to be working. But now, he would no longer take inventory seriously. Instead, he relied on his own visual inspection to quickly calculate those things and then write them down. a new number.

Alan Bair can completely ignore this poor man, just like dealing with some animal. After all, to the lord here, he is no different from a cogitator array, so why does he, Lord Skadi, pick up things that others don't like? To use?

Chester was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the dark muzzle of the gun. He thought about being pointed at a gun, but he soon thought of it no more, because most people would ignore him, and he was like something making a sound in the background. , rather than a person, an individual.

That kind of contradiction made him give in and then move forward. He followed him all the way to the port office, even ignoring the clerk who collected the files. Under the surprised eyes of his colleagues, he stood side by side with the agent. At this moment, it was completely impossible to tell that he was a cog. .

A trace of pain flashed across the agent's face, and the reason was very simple. She needed to pay for this. If the Imperial Guard would directly occupy this place according to the original plan, then the tariffs required by the lord of the smuggling port would be a dark and high-value trade. Gold will also disappear.

And this matter was only seen clearly by old Chester. He couldn't help but cover his cheeks, silent tears flowing out from the gaps in his palms, and he became dwarfed by those reports and figures, and his curvy body became smaller and smaller. Just in time to block him tightly under the tall bodies of those men.

Alan Bayer just picked up his pistol and pointed it at him. "Do you know this structure? You must have seen people killed by it when working here. The concept of death can make you feel relaxed. Are you afraid?"

This means that the Imperial Guard has entered the country through normal cargo channels at this moment. Those soldiers are now painting their breastplates with a washable coating. The old Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment has a very high usage rate of carapace armor. Those fully enclosed precious weapons are even more noble representatives in this place.

She spoke with a neutral-to-sharp voice. There were knife marks on her cheeks, and her nose was struck from the middle, like a lightning bolt. "I'm a cold trade broker. There's no goods here. Leave."

Alan Bayer just nodded and confirmed. "It seems I have the answer, so let me tell you, the goods here have been checked, 3460 pieces in total, fully armed and ready to go, alluvial tincture."

But to him, people are not objects after all. Secondly, this old man may seem weak, but he can bring incomparable convenience to Skadi's troops.

Old Chester's work usually ends here, and the subsequent premiums and discussions have nothing to do with him, but today he wants to see what will happen to his report. His mood is very complicated, he is afraid of punishment from the person in charge, and he is looking forward to punishment. , because he had seen those who neglected their duties whipped to death.

He didn't know what to say at this moment, but the fear was real, and the feeling of unknown death was touching, and such a special event was like a stone hitting the shackles, and Alan Bayer, as a serving man The feeling of killing really made him fear.

Old Chester suddenly didn't know how to answer. In the countless days and months he spent here, no one had ever asked him like this. Do you like it? What is liking? If he really liked this kind of work, he wouldn't be so dull? He thought for a long time and could only answer. "have no idea."

The agent answered while holding back his nausea. "Yes, sir, the quality is excellent."

But today, Chester saw a small ship docking, but he didn't get out of the warehouse for a long time. His thoughts and unchanging life were disrupted. He could only wait in place for a long time, like an old screw with a problem. I don't know why it's spinning.

The richly dressed aristocratic fat man looked ridiculous in this narrow office, but such a person actually controlled this port. He just nodded, took the agent's list, and lightly changed the number on it, 30,000 items, All fractions of the four thousand were wiped off, thus saving hundreds of imperial coins on customs duties!

But he didn't understand the old man, so he spoke. “Do you like counts and lists?”

Old Chester was not sure that that thing could be described as being ready for action and fully armed, but compared to this, the emptiness of not being able to see the items being counted and the guilt of unfinished work made him even more uncomfortable, so he spoke. "Please show me."

"What is this?" The cold trade agent was dumbfounded. She looked at the recorder in front of her in astonishment, as if she had seen something strange. After all, in this place, the Throne Coin was more influential than the Emperor himself.

The cold trade broker sighed, and took out something he had prepared early, a flashing silver coin, also called a throne coin, from his pocket, and then said. "Good, good, you want this, don't you, now leave."

Just like the natural fear of wanting to eat when hungry or wanting water when thirsty, he spit out a few meaningless bytes, and then quickly broke the rules he followed, writing down the list with illusory characters, and because He didn't feel any guilt even after being threatened.

But if no one pursues it, it means that his calculation is not something very important at all.

"In this case, I can share a batch with you privately?"

But this is indeed the case for old Chester. He was born here and will die here soon. For him, liquidation is liquidation, and eating is eating. For him, the whole world is only endless void and this small area. The harbor, or even such a harbor, he had not fully explored, for he had spent most of his time liquidating.

It's just that the reputation he has accumulated over the years is equal to numbness. Compared with human beings, he is more like a screw or a counter that is constantly rotating in this factory. Even if he does his best, he will only make no mistakes, and no one will care about him. .

But even so, the small, oak-doored office on the second floor was something he couldn't cross, which made Old Chester delay stepping into the office. It was that moment of hesitation that made him go from side by side to following. , plus the row of subordinates behind the agent, he was ignored and mixed in almost instantly.

And in the voices of many people cursing, those great emblems representing the Imperial Sky Eagle are now replaced by the disgusting symbol of Port N'Gili, a corrupted skull.

Even Lemanus tanks and Chimera armored vehicles cannot escape this incident. Many veterans no longer dare to ride on those machine spirits for fear that the machine spirits will be displeased.

But even so, this matter was still completed due to Skadi's loyalty to Alan Bair. Those loyal soldiers now turned into traitors, and openly started the war engine of the Imperial Guard and drove it through the streets of heresy. Even the overwhelmed local legal department had to clear the way for the Imperial Guards.

It was no longer about luring the wolf into the house. When Alan Bayer crossed his legs and bought a local snack, salt-baked Glomon, with his empire coins, he enjoyed it with the crew in his beloved car, the Salamander Command Car, and Evaluated. "This is a good outpost. Let's go, next stop, the Baron's Mansion!"