Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The endless void, the four battleships, are priceless. Although they are not as powerful as the great metal city of the Imperial Navy, they are also treasures that countless mortals cannot obtain in their short lives. They only belong to one person, and one person can treat the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Evil man who makes toys.

Three Galaxy-class armed cargo ships formed a defensive battle array around a Karak-class transport ship. They came in a style consistent with three-dimensional space operations in the universe. They were obviously not cargo ships. They did not exist except for pulling artillery shells and supplies.

Galaxy-class armed cargo ships are quite ancient treasures. They once belonged to the remnants of human civilization scattered throughout the galaxy in the era of strife. However, they are not priceless ancient holy objects. They are more battleships built by people relying on their rough understanding of technology. But The extensive use of Dark Age technology makes its appearance very unique.

The sleeker turret macro cannon and the entire flat paddle-like hull give it a hint of Tau style, but to be precise, the Titanium has a hint of ancient human style, and it is not limited to the empire's traditional left and right side guns. It has flexibility. It is obviously very good, but the armor is obviously not as thick as the ships often used by the empire, and it is easy to be completely penetrated.

At the same time, this design makes its cargo hold very small, closer to a frigate or battleship, but it is obviously not easy to find this ancient behemoth here.

The two-kilometer behemoth they were protecting was already close to the Bordeaux in terms of system. Although this did not mean that it was as powerful as the main ship of the Imperial Navy. It did not have the light spears and spears that could easily burn the enemy through the atmosphere. A powerful enough macro cannon, but you can't deny that this behemoth has a good deterrent effect just by impact.

In addition to the imperial standard "long shovel-shaped square face" and "butt with church" typical style, this behemoth has the biggest feeling compared to the real Imperial Navy Moon-class battleship, that it is clean, yes, clean.

It lacks close-in defense guns due to reactor power and cost limitations. Its only lethal armament is the dark holes on the sides of the hull, and the amazing macro-gun array, with ten guns on one side, and the muzzle of one gun is close to 70-80 meters wide, it is still deadly and terrifying and should not be underestimated.

With such power, it is natural that its owner must be in a high position. The combined army composed of two asteroid fortresses is a private army to be precise, but it is also much richer than most charter captains. The navigator passes through the metal machine Feeling the endless void helps them maneuver extremely quickly. Even if they cannot enter Mandeville Point and subspace, the navigator can greatly reduce navigation risks.

He is an alarm that maintains the bonds of the fragile alliance, and is also a crucial official who expresses the fate of the alliance at the end. He has communication equipment recognized by the lord's mark, and in this dark universe, information is even more valuable than life. higher.

Therefore, he was almost infinitely trusted by the lord, and he also had a high level of majesty in the territory. He was responsible for such an important task. However, this high-ranking man could not endure the daily life of these ascetics. They had simple meals and no luxurious things in their residence. The scriptures and daily worship made him mentally tired. An ordinary person could use the identity of a guest to escape from the madness, but his position did not allow him to do so.

Thinking of this, his skin couldn't help but have a physiological reaction, and dense goose bumps covered his fair skin. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, banging his head on the metal ground made of fine gold to sing praises with masochistic torture. honor of the Emperor, and begged the Great Master of Mankind to forgive the fleeting imaginings of heresy in his mind, for only ignorance can serve the Emperor wholeheartedly.

At this moment, he was extremely resentful that his intelligence could not tolerate the sins and heretical filth that would suddenly creep into his mind all the time!

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound continued, and finally the blood flowed from his forehead, and his madness stopped slightly. But when the other crew members saw this situation, it was not fear and incomprehension but admiration. The look in their eyes was almost crazy. Crazy worship.

But after he finished speaking, the cannonball had been fired, the light of the macro cannon flashed, and the small transport cargo ship exploded instantly. About six thousand people died in this ridiculous trial...

He could only endure, endure, but today, only today he couldn't bear it anymore. He staggered to his table. The ascetic life made him unbearable. He could only pour out a few white potions, and then Crush it into powder with a cup and sweep it into the bitter water with your hands.

He is not a subject of the owner here, so he may only be the subordinate of the noble lord of the three Galaxy-class antiques surrounding this ship.

The three pills just now were his last, and now he seemed to be burned out. He subconsciously touched his package, hoping to get some new goodies, but he only felt empty.

Soon, a whipping sound appeared. A certain crew member took off his clothes and beat his upper body with a whip. The bright red marks represented his loyalty, and he never liked pain, but he felt that such pain could represent loyalty. At the same time, others The crew and even the Duke himself looked at the madman with approval.

He was wearing a red-yellow robe, with complex runes and loyal prayers covering the entire robe. He held a rosary in his right hand, each rosary was the size of a thumb, and he moved it slowly. He was bald and pious, like a priest, looking out the window of the ship to the infinite. In the endless dark and evil void, look at the busy servants here who match the color of his yellow robes.

Stimulants and pills manipulated his body and heart, drying up his soul and will.

When he arranged his clothes, walked like a personable man, and stepped into the bridge, Loyalist Magron asked. "Ah, you who don't serve the emperor, where did you go?" His eyes seemed to see something, but the diplomat just answered calmly. "Bathroom, your beliefs don't include suppressing excretion, right?"

This middle-aged man is the master of the fortress. There is no doubt that he is more of a devout believer than the imperial nobles. Just as most people are unclear about the current situation in Wandering Port, he does not realize that he has already Became a heretic.

They can replace those words with food, and they can endure just physical torture no matter what. This is why the Duke here, Magron, who is called the Pious, can occupy this small alliance with a ship. main location.

shouted the Duke. "Oh my god?" His skin trembled and he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee. "It is the ship of Lord Alan Bair, the Emperor's chosen one in this sector. He is the closest hero to a saint that I can see!"

He changed the subject, and the Duke nodded with a smile. "Yes! Yes! We will be there soon. I have seen the fortress in the distance. My cannonballs will tear apart the place full of heretics. Ha, what an honor..."

His breathing became rapid as the captain reported. "Great Loyalist, we found a third-party cargo ship filled with food. It should be Captain Liberty who came to plan the ceremony. The Galaxy-class combat ship is communicating. Do we need it?"

The corner of the diplomat's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but want to touch his pocket, but he endured it. Yes, in addition to having irreversible addiction problems, he was indeed a person who could suppress emotions, and was full of calmness and grace. A handsome diplomat, but when those potions touch his nerves and attack his sanity, he will turn into a beast, a miserable beast.

Words of praise were sung, demons were cursed, heretics were cursed, and ghostly cries and howls filled the entire ship, making people wonder if they were in the physical universe.

The only thing he couldn't understand was what kind of heresy the baron who had been diagnosed with mental illness would be controlled by. But he could be sure of one thing, that is, the baron must be controlled by a terrifying, organized and powerful heretic. Whether he is dead or alive, he is probably No longer recognized by the Emperor.

"Ah!" He looked out from the ship window in disbelief. He couldn't understand the reason for such behavior, and he couldn't accept it. But after all, he was a small official, what could he do?

He subconsciously touched his pocket, and it wasn't until his fingers touched his skin through the fabric that he realized he had no way out, and he smiled bitterly.

He wears different crew members, and the styles of those crew members' clothes are more or less similar to those of acolytes. He looks more like a businessman from the ancient Terra Renaissance, with loose trousers and an extra large hat, which is worn on the body like a puff, but he is not The real flamboyant clown dress, the skull with the special imperial style, or the small plasma gun on the belt around his waist, and the complex patterns on the gun also express his high status.

His soldiers are determined enough, an attribute that many people can only dream of. Even the Imperial Navy may not be as crazy as his soldiers, who can regard death as a matter of course and sacrifice everything for the Emperor.

He was still reasonable now and just answered. "Of course, the God-Emperor will love this, and we are about to touch the core of the heresy."

He was by no means loyal to the lord of this place. When he stepped into his cubicle, he could see the problem without any religious objects in this less than five square meters place, but the most eye-catching thing was not this ordinary room. The room was filled with a rather exaggerated large transmitter, buzzing and flashing light.

Compared with the outsider's struggle, those crazy believers seemed calmer, but that calmness was an emotion crazier than madness, because the joy of punishing heretics spread in everyone's head, and at this moment they couldn't wait to think of it. The baron has evil plans to eat him alive.

Magron replied. "Then the gift to the Emperor should be expressed between 16-18 and 20-24 of the fixed Terran hours of the day. It is only 15:45 now, you are early."

So he can still speak plausibly. "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. We have been sailing for a week for the glory of the emperor and arrived at Severo Castle where the traitor lord is located. The sins committed by his baron, Leonard, are bloody and difficult to wash away."

Those words were like a shot in the arm for everyone here. Although they had been forced to sail for a long time, the miracles brought about by their firm faith made those crew members stronger and more energetic. "Yes, my lord, my lord, you are the rebirth of the first person to die at the emperor's feet. No matter what, no matter what the heresy is, we will still persist."

He lay exhausted on the bed, sweat dripping down his body. He worked his way up from the bottom, and now he is in a high position, but he is left with a problem that cannot be cured for a lifetime. There are many ways to fix it on other ships, but only in this unit. , the crazy troops regarded those treasures as poison.

The Duke answered immediately. "Fire the guns. Those who provide supplies and plans to the heretics are already disloyal even if they are loyal! Fire the guns. Destroy them immediately!"

He is indeed a special person, a diplomat. To understand this person who appeared in the forty thousand years of darkness, but based on Gothic to analyze his position that belongs exclusively to this special human ecosystem, we should directly translate As "the one who chirps".

It was a huge piece of steel protruding from behind the huge asteroid outside the window. It was the noble Moon-class cruiser of the Imperial Navy. But what was even more crazy than this was the vehicle of Lord Skadi, the famous Bol in this sector. Dro number.

The diplomat looked surprised and spoke. "Sir! We will be exposed! We can punish heretics anytime and anywhere, but right now we need to be close enough to threaten the Baron into giving up his evil plan to accumulate food!"

Densely packed sensors and pipelines surround the navigator, making his third eye so bright that he can see through the absolute evil tranquility of the endless void. At the same time, the owner of the Karak-class armed ship is on the bridge.

The noisy sound ended and sudden silence appeared. This strange situation made the diplomat as an outsider hesitate, but an even more frantic call replaced the previous sound.

"Gaha, ha..." He couldn't control himself and made a weird sound, like a powerless child. Paradoxically, his sense of responsibility and feelings for his compatriots pushed him back to the bridge to continue his work.

Gurgling, energy returned, and he covered his head.

Their captain said enthusiastically that the crew here are all extremely devout believers in the emperor. Their loyalty is the extreme chosen from hundreds of thousands of people in a fortress. In the extreme environment of the Void Fortress, they can be said to be extreme. Extreme!

Those weird and twisted things represent that the entire ship is controlled by a madman. If it were not for the strength that the baron once showed, probably no one would cooperate with such a guy. And in this scene of monsters dancing, there is only one person who is watching silently. A man left his seat.

In a strange space where one cannot distinguish between indulgence and abstinence, everything here becomes strange. Amidst the sounds of singing scriptures or whipping, it doesn't matter even if the lord who cooperates with them comes to criticize them.

He also knew that he probably wouldn't be able to take down the Baron with just his own strength. They had been friends before, and he probably knew the strength of the opponent. And he knew the Baron, and his fortress was close to Fort Severo, so he had already made a decision. He judged that it was heretical demons that changed his heart and polluted the thoughts of a loyal person.

They began to sing praises, irrational praises. The diplomat sensitively realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his alarm, but found that his drug addiction had already set in. The world became confused and he began to feel powerless. Side effects? Why now! He weakly stretched out his hand to the Galaxy-class ship where his master was, as if he could report the strange situation here.

But his vision became blurred, and he collapsed on the ground. The acolyte next to him stretched out his hand to touch, and he quickly judged. "Your Majesty the Duke, the diplomat's soul has returned to the throne!"

The Duke just looked at the Bordeleau devoutly. "It doesn't matter, now I just want to know why that adult came here and threw him out of the air valve, that's all!"