Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The baron died, his body was blown to pieces by the powerful heat, and everything except his head was in pieces. According to local customs, the whole body is still a very important thing, but he obviously was not guilty of this, and he ended up like this just because of the baron. Set up Alan Bayer twice.

Firstly, the control, documents, seals and many other things here are controlled by the Baron. Now that he dies, the fortress will inevitably be in chaos. Secondly, the baron's tragic death has caused the owners of other asteroid fortresses, whether merchants, nobles, or many others, to Demons and monsters alike must regard the Imperial Guard as their enemies.

But at the same time, Alan Bayer couldn't bear the thought of such a smart, sensitive, and thoughtful person openly controlling his supply route. Another thing Alan Baier ordered to kill the baron was that he didn't believe this. Man, this greedy and egoistic man has no heirs!

If so, then his DNA can also activate the article and help Alan Bayer stabilize those disgusting things. He raised his thighs on the long table and gave the order. "Arrest anyone here who looks luxuriously dressed or may be the heir or relative of a baron, and kill all the servants and guards. They cannot be allowed to reveal information. You can retain a few servants who have revealed information about personnel according to the situation. But you can’t keep a good dog like that for too long.”

After he finished speaking, he looked towards this beautiful hall. Now, the blood slid down with the beautiful marble floor, staining the ground red. The panicked servants fled in all directions, and what was waiting for them was the merciless shooting of the Imperial Guard. This palace No one can survive, because once the Imperial Guard arrives and the Imperial Guard's seizure of power is known to other fortresses, the Skadi people will be passive in this war.

With the sound of bullets bursting, the massacre of tens of thousands of people in this palace began. The Imperial Guards were not good people, at least not for traitors. Soon, someone began to tell the whole story. The servants were living and dying. became no longer firm.

Alan Bair soon learned something. The baron here was 120 years old and had five children. Each of them served as an officer, merchant, pirate, and clerk in the sector, but only the fifth child was underage. He was confused. Ignorant.

This was a good opportunity, a great one. The soldier quickly stepped over to the room belonging to the baron's son.

Now, as that young master, he spent all his energy in study and fatigue and finally fell asleep, taking a nap, but the firing of the gun and the screams of the servants appeared in his room located at the innermost part of the palace.

This small room is exquisite, hidden, and has the best possible lighting so that it can enjoy the best warmth. The warmth emitted by the huge pseudo-stellar panels on the highest floor of the fortress is something that only those living below can enjoy. Arrived.

Another person, by chance or luck, helped him tide over the difficulties. His heart kept beating. He had never seen a dead person before, but today he had a happy death...

The soldiers took out cloth and water and washed the badges on their necks and collars, revealing an almost brand-new Imperial Sky Eagle, while the emperor just looked at those people in disbelief. "Why, why is the Empire, why is the Emperor attacking us?"

His thighs were shaking and sore, and his feet were stuck in those disgusting things, but his body was driven forward by fear, by the fear of the Skadi. He didn't understand why he was attacked, nor why the Emperor treated them like this. , in the eyes of this child, those things are too complicated, too complicated!

Is it a high-quality Glo steak worth a thousand dollars or a sweet juice, a soft bread or some kind of dessert, but now it is only half-digested vomit slime, mixed with blood, stomach acid and putrefaction.

They were afraid that their arms, regardless of whether their firearms were strong or strong, would injure this vital child, so one of the few miracles in the history of the empire was born. A group of battle-hardened superhuman soldiers of the Imperial Guard followed a child who was shouting like crazy on the planetary governor's palace level. There is a game of chasing each other in the palace.

And the emperor's chosen people, the great heroes, strolled forward just like the stage plays that his legitimate son often watched, while the heretics were timid and did not dare to approach.

When he thought of those words, his expression became unpleasant, and he was not a bad person, so he opened his mouth to explain. "The God Emperor is on our side, son. Your father betrayed the empire half a year ago and planned a rebellion. Now I have executed him on the spot, and you."

In this palace that turned into a bloody primeval forest, he knew that he could not stay. Someone would soon come to clean up the place. Hiding would not allow him to survive.

"My lord, my lord, save me, save us, we are being attacked by heretics!" He yelled hysterically, and the "heretics" who followed him were actually elite Imperial Guardsmen who had not wiped off their fake badges...

From the time when the most beautiful piece of marble to his favorite room and only servant friend was finally trampled on, the child could only boldly walk forward in this strange and familiar place, his light footsteps almost silent. He was restless on the ground. He didn't even wear shoes. Just the soles of his feet wrapped in cloth touching the cold floor were unbearable for this pampered young man.

But when the sound of military boots appeared in the corridor, the young man who had walked for a while immediately realized that something was wrong. He turned around and opened a place that he would never open normally. It was the utility room in the room. There were buckets, mops, and only A few square meters, and the desire to survive forced him to crawl in while holding his breath.

When everything was quiet, the baron's legitimate son used all his strength to push away the maid who was covering him. This poor maid in her prime of life didn't even close her eyes. Her back was bloody and bloody from the laser gun, and she died miserably. screw.

But the soldiers didn't approach, instead they shouted. "There are still people, open fire!" The laser fired, followed by a muffled sound, the sound of running, and the sound of military boots stepping on each other.

The boy's rapid breathing, the smell of blood, the bright red collar, this warm room also became unfamiliar, what happened? What happened to him, how about his father?

It was a headshot, the laser gun smashed his head, penetrated, and finally fell on the wall. The pattern of the scorched wall was the blood, brain juice, and bones vaporized and turned into something.

But his wild thoughts didn't last long, the soldiers came, the footsteps were firm and certain, getting closer and closer, clacking, as if hitting his little heart, his breathing became urgent.

Ailanbaier, the Lord of Skadi, was just looking at this dirty kid who was crawling and rolling, with disgust on his face. This guy was too much like his father, and his father had just threatened him...

What was behind this absurd, ridiculous, and even a little cute picture? It was the death of tens of thousands of people, the change of power, the cruel fate, and also the disaster and sin brought by the imperial authority.

Then there was the sound of military boots leaving urgently, like the breath of the devil, and there were also subtle screams, gunshots, and many complicated sounds that he had never heard before.

He was almost quiet. The little beast approached his door. Those familiar places began to become unfamiliar, and he could only hear the clacking sound of military boots behind the thick and exquisite sandalwood door. A rebellion? How could it be so silent? Where were the soldiers who protected them?

As a child, he was quite calm, which might be based on his father, or it might be the high-quality education over the years, but he was not favored. His bad aristocratic family loved the survival of the fittest, and the extreme patriarchy made his mother almost the only one who gave birth to him.

However, he mustered up the courage to walk through the corridor, to the corner at the end, where the blood had dried. In a blink of an eye, he smelled the strong smell of blood. Then, the wall was burned by something, and the beautiful marble pattern was inlaid with blood-red patterns, twisted and beautiful. At the same time, the body of a guard collapsed on the wall. The bulletproof armor on his chest was broken, so blood flowed out, and the fatal blow... When the soldiers approached to the limit, he subconsciously clasped his palms and prayed to the great human emperor. He silently chanted in his heart, and soon the emperor answered him. The soldiers left and ran away. He was not sure what happened, but when he walked out of the utility room, he saw a bright red mark on the corridor dragging forward. Is this place so big? This thought flashed through his mind. For the first time, he felt that his home could be so strange. The faint smell of blood in the air and the faint sound of footsteps like a nightmare, he also discovered for the first time that other humans could be so terrifying, like a nightmare. His fear vanished, the hero approached, and Alanbair also spoke, speaking on behalf of the Emperor as he imagined!

However, the Lord of Skadi did speak, and did say something, but his words made the son's body cold.

The heretics were all terrified at this moment, but it seemed different from what the son imagined, only one of the leaders walked out. "Boss, you want us to catch, but not hurt, it's harder than dealing with traitor space marines!"

"The kid has been caught for so long, do you plan to eat canned meat or dinner made by the boy Leitlin tonight?"

Many questions brought the madness of his favorite ten years of death, the young man was completely unable to control it, and then turned into trembling, he trembled and walked off the bed, like a baby animal that had just crawled out of his mother's womb, staggering to the ground, and then climbed up again and again.

There was no lumen ball, it was dark and suffocating. He held against the messy tools, put his feet into the bucket with sewage, endured the nausea, smelled the rotten old linen smell, and was full of worries about his future.

"Second Lieutenant, you have learned to stand out, right? Then everyone will have a normal dinner, but you will eat canned food!" Alan Baier scolded, but he said again when the second lieutenant cried. "Okay, okay, wipe off the fake emblem on your chest. Do you really want to be a traitor?"

Even if he survived, what could he do if he walked out? Now he was alone, and maybe death would be more liberating.

Although Alan Baier did not like the existence of the Inquisition and the State Church, which could almost be regarded as the violent institutions of the Empire, he could not deny that he was also one of them. He just didn't like to draw his sword against the weak, and for those traitors, heretics, and Skadi people, weren't they a kind of demon?

This absurd race finally ended in the hall. The little boy calmed down when he saw his father turned into flowers. It was on the floor. The scarlet flowers looked brighter than blood under the light of the false stars.

In such a situation, the only person who could still give him the so-called motherly love died like this. His little heart seemed to have been deducted something, but he was very calm. The calmness of not crying or shouting in order to survive was creepy.

He just raised his head from the soft bed, and because of the chaos and noise, he was suddenly covered by his maid. The adult's body completely covered his body, but he was not panicked. To be more precise, he was dazed because he felt the blood flowing from the body of this woman who usually treated him the best, wetting his white clothes. The child who was still taking a nap, wearing a white tight cloth and not yet wearing those luxurious aristocratic clothes, was in his early 12s and was far from being able to stand on his own like his brothers.

However, his movements are very fast and light. His short and undeveloped body has a natural advantage in sneaking in, and being familiar with the terrain here makes this task easier.

At this moment, Alan Bayer just watched this grotesque farce, then patted the folds of his body and led his guards forward. In the eyes of the young man, following his nightmare, the heretics also showed fear.

The legitimate son covered his mouth and subconsciously wanted to vomit. This was a feeling that his servant had never experienced before even after he died, a feeling of torture. And such vomiting was not nausea, but an abdominal spasm caused by fear. "vomit…!"

He could barely control his running, no longer hiding his figure, his head was already cloudy, relying on vague memories to run towards the hall, where his father often was, and the Skadi soldiers remembered the lord's command, they When I saw this child, I just followed him silently.

At this moment he saw the beautiful saber or the great ancient weapon on the Lord Skadi's belt, the laurels of the Star of Terra on his chest or the wounds left by his saving of many loyal worlds.

For the first time in his short life, he felt fear and powerlessness. However, when the banging sound outside the door stopped, he wiped away the tears that could not help overflowing from the corners of his eyes, leaned his body sideways and got out of the small crack in the open door, and Pay careful attention to the corridors that you have walked on time and time again.

But those soldiers were not afraid of Alan Bair's power, but they were worried that they would be blamed by the lord for their shaky mission this time.

He was weak, kneeling on the ground, panting, and looking at the man sitting opposite his father's corpse, as well as the beautiful imperial emblem on his chest and the sky eagle on his collar, he made a subconscious judgment.

He took out the article he had searched from the baron's room. It was a complex, beautiful, bright red thing made of ancient technology. At this moment, the Lord of Skadi just pressed one side of the pointed article against the boy's head and could break it with a blow. Blood overflowed from his skin, and he covered the front with brown paper.

That thing left a thick ink pad, but it was not just ink pad. There were signs in the complex lines that only the Thinker Array could recognize, signs that represented power...

He smiled, then looked at this cute little baby, letting him experience what it was like to be a noble, and then said. "Put him into the room that belongs to him, and remember to clean it up a bit, so don't treat our little officer badly."

In this dark end of the 40th millennium, there is no right or wrong, only victory and death, betrayal and sacrifice...