Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Imagine that your limbs will be removed and replaced with electric whips and cutting claws, your eyes will be dug out of your skull with a drill and placed in colored glass, and your heart and other organs will be decorated with stimulant syringes and nerve glands. After that, be proud of your new body, and your remaining thoughts will be completely used by the Empire. With just one word from me, you will willingly rush to hell and experience a very long death as a violent living machine.

——————Millia, Sister of Heaven of the Martyred Lady Sisters

Loyalty is the most precious treasure in this dark universe, and there is no other. No matter when or what time, loyal friends always beat millions of enemies. When those who fulfill the Emperor's will gather in groups of three or five, then the enemies of the Empire will be timid and fearful.

The reality is often different. The Empire is torn apart and each has its own way. From the selfish high lords to the lowest ordinary people, from the housekeeper to the smallest clerk, this galaxy empire is so great and huge, and betrayals are becoming more and more frequent in it.

People tried their best to avoid it, using various cumbersome or complicated means, but in the end, such behavior still did not stop. There are as many loyal people as there are betrayers in the dark universe, because loyalty can only be directed to one person or one group.

The precise instruments of the Bordello received the imperial signal with good intentions. Although its expression method seemed old, it was also natural in this place.

Is it a conspiracy or a real friend? Short breathing sounds appeared on the bridge. Because it was too quiet, no one could judge whether the signal that appeared at this juncture was a friend or an enemy. Although the Lord of Skadi was here, unifying the army and praising the victory, they also believed that they could win.

I don’t know when the hesitant sailors looked at the lord. In this battlefield where outsiders cannot be trusted, in the end, they chose to trust the king of Skadi.

Alan Baier was very interested. Compared with the nightmare battlefields he had experienced, this was just a place for children to play. He nodded generously. "Receive the signal. How can he destroy the entire machine soul with a communication? If he could, he would have ruled this area long ago. Why do he have to be a baron, duke, archduke, or earl?"

However, Magron did not think that such a transformation was a punishment, because whipping the servitors would put them in a dormant state, and the only consciousness in their brains would be immersed in various hymns and holy images. In his eyes, such treatment was the greatest honor and gift, that's right...

He narrated. "Magroen betrayed us, damn it, those crazy people are simply unreasonable. Did you see the fate of the two Galaxy-class battleships that were suddenly attacked by them?! That's the consequence of our failure!"

At the same time, the officer shouted. "Fire!"

"Oh my God, Emperor, what is this?!" The shield-bearing hand gradually saw clearly that it was a long black whip, like keratin, or hair, complexly formed into a long claw, and then a complex thing fell on his shield, the whip went around the shield and touched his arm, and for the first time in his mind he saw clearly what was attacking him.

Death, electromagnetic, explosion, metal and debris split in the void, the entire Galaxy-class combat freighter on the right side of the Karak-class was completely penetrated by the macro cannon, and the one on the left was slightly lucky, but it was almost penetrated by most of it, and the entire hull was in tatters.

What did he regard his life as? Can he do such a thing for faith? But such behavior is very effective, quite effective, there is nothing more pleasing than surrendering to severely injure his companions. After a few short breaths, in the burning void, the master of Bordello, Alan Baier, looked at the pious madman and realized that this war would definitely not be lonely.

"Magroen, you did a good job, but the enemy's main ship is still there. The warship that came with you has become an obstacle to your expression of loyalty, isn't it?"

Roaring, roaring, guns bursting, flashing flames, bullets, fragments flying everywhere, countless guns cooperated to shoot dense barrages, but under such firepower, there was something, something was resisting the shooting forward.

When the officer aimed at the head of a whipper servitor from behind the crowd, he fired with trembling hands. The revolver embedded in his head, smashing the central unit that controlled him, and the monster slowly fell down. He just wanted to cheer about the words that those monsters could be killed, but a long tearing claw burst out from the middle of his body.

Soon, several bombs loaded with something were launched from the huge transport ship from the ship's hold at a very fast speed, bypassing the complex close-in artillery battle array at the same time, but in the end, a few unlucky guys were hit and turned into an inconspicuous one in the endless fireworks of artillery shells in the void.

And such an action almost represents a bad break and betrayal, an extremely bad thing, which will make his reputation no longer trusted by anyone, but he still chose to fall to the Empire without hesitation, just like his bottomless crazy belief.

The guards here wear black military uniforms, tall and slim, and the officers wear military caps with protruding duck tongues, which look like black berets as a whole, but it can be seen that they are designed to be conspicuous and distinguished as targets.

Therefore, when Alanbar saw the noble dressed in strange clothes, he subconsciously felt the crazy aura of faith and the admiration he brought. The powerful man spoke. "I, Magron, the loyalist, here pay my respects to the great Lord of Skadi and serve the Emperor. What are you doing here? Is there anything we can help you with?"

In the holographic projection, Magron's blood was wet all over his face, as if runes and scriptures were written on his face. His expression was horribly distorted. When he heard Alan Bair's words, he just nodded repeatedly and said. "Yes, my lord, the Emperor blesses us, so."

"Onward my loyal troops, onward my whippers!"

The thoughts of those wild dogs that are ready to move have been completely interpreted. This is why the Lord of Skadi dares to challenge those people. Even if they are entrenched and all come together, they will not be the lion's opponent. What's more, the Imperial Guard is not an animal, they are The Hammer of the Empire, they are the weapons of the largest and oldest civilization of mankind. They are just violent weapons forged by the civilization called the Empire. As long as human weapons are used properly, they can defeat countless claws.

The officer raised his revolver and pointed his gun at the place where the transport plane was cutting. The sizzling noise with the increasingly bright red metal told everyone that they were coming.

Flagellant, this word makes people timid, especially those who already know it. At this moment, even the most loyal believers can't help but show their unbearable expressions for this choice, but no one resists this decision. Otherwise they know exactly what the consequences will be.

Such questions also appeared in the minds of the defense forces. Those neatly dressed naval soldiers were armed with various large-caliber melee firearms, using heavy metal jump shields as bunkers, shotguns, and submachine guns, an ancient and reliable design.

In the end, only two fell into the enemy ship, one stuck in the rear cabin and one forward. The transport ship quickly stretched out the melter from the mechanism and cut the thick hull. However, unlike the normal gang-hopping troops, Its cutting was quite wild, with no regard for life or death to be precise. The hull did not fit properly, the air was constantly flowing out, and there were no safety requirements required for normal gang jumping.

Death, blood, madness, these are the Flagellants, and the death penalty imposed by the Empire will be divided into three, six, and nine grades. The punishment of the Flagellants is for those death row criminals who have committed serious crimes but are not too serious to return. These people still have redemption. Hope, but the whipper's punishment requires certain technological resources, so it is only applicable to prisoners in more civilized worlds.

The cannon light flashed, and they fired in unison in the electric light fire. The heavy artillery shells smashed into the fine gold, then cracked, then twisted, and the high-explosive ammunition roared. An old antique that had been serving human civilization since the era of strife was destroyed in an instant. Completely torn apart, and due to the death of the diplomat, no one was even aware of such an attack, so that the fragile sides of the ship were completely penetrated.

The two Galaxy-class metal ships were pushed outward by the explosive force, and the broken metal debris slowly flew to the other side. Their propellers were paralyzed. If there was no rescue team, they would have been killed by the shooting just now. About 70,000 lives, and the only such crazy goal is to hand over his invitation letter to Alan Bair and tell him his loyalty to the Emperor...

He is wearing a metal hat, or his head is made of metal, connected to the long medicine canister behind his back, like a diver diving deep, and those medicines are his oxygen, but he is also naked, chest, thighs , studded with bullets, he was definitely not a superman, because the blood flowed out of the muscles that were tight because of the drug, but he did not die, because it was the drug that urged him to kill!

Drooling, teeth bared, this was a crazy beast, and when the whip crackled, the shield-bearer was only belatedly aware that he and the monster's glass eyes met, and he yelled. "Electric whip!" But the flickering whip had already told him what pain was. Almost instantly, his flesh and blood turned out, his skin was torn apart, and he fell to the ground as he was almost cooked by the high temperature.

When the monsters slaughtered this place and gave them the order to clear it up early, the monsters began to fulfill their responsibilities. They knelt down on one knee abnormally, held the skull necklace on their chests with their highly modified palms, and spoke with a hoarse voice. The voice sings a hymn of defeating enemies in a low voice, which makes people's hair stand on end...

Except for the upper body clothes and military uniforms, they basically have nothing in common. Some are shorts and some are long trousers, some are slim and some are loose. If we insist on saying that they have something in common, it is probably that the lord's family crest is embedded in the heart position of their chests.

the captain shouted. "Defense against shelling, be prepared!" Alan Bair shook his head. "His macro cannon is not aimed at us, but!"

"If you still want to see your wife, children, parents and family, shoot! Shoot those orange bastards!" His words danced in the silent cabin. They used their bodies, shields, and firearms to form a group of about 200 people. They wanted to survive despite the array blocking the entire entrance. Although they defeated the invasion here and faced the regular Imperial Guard troops, they had no choice but to shoot.

He breathed heavily and replied. "The God-Emperor's elect cannot make mistakes, so there is only one possibility! Fire? Fire!"

Alan Beyer replied. "Then you can punish me. I approve and execute the bad things here. I will also execute the baron here. If you insist on your behavior, then..." Before he could finish speaking, his head was wrapped in white cloth. The loyal person hit the wound somewhere until the blood wet the cloth and his cheeks were bright red, which looked weird in the holographic projection that was only green.

"As a loyal person, why are you here?" Alan Bair answered the question with a question, which seemed impolite, but the pious man answered quickly. "Sir, the Baron here maliciously accumulates food and makes the people miserable. As a follower of the Emperor, I need to punish those who cause pain to the Emperor's people."

Amid the trembling movements of the new recruits, the wall was melted bit by bit, and at the end, the dark entry door appeared. As the mechanical structure and the piston worked together, the door slowly opened.

Alan Bayer subconsciously found it interesting. When such a situation was defeated in front of him, this person did not realize that those things were all done by him, but seeing the crazy belief style, he also guessed that this person knew , but he doesn't care.

This vicious hammer will disembowel those wild dogs and wolves, smashing their brains and intestines, so he is greedy and fragile, but the communication is reached, and the phantom projected in the illusory dark green display screen is buzzing. Appearing amidst the sound of buzzing machines, it is blurry and very real. In the human eye's subconscious compensation for it, the Empire's virtual holographic projection can achieve a very strange sense of reality, which is something that the Tau's holographic projection does not have.

Those whippers were like shield-breaking machines, killing crazily, crashing, cutting, and whipping away. Every tactic you could imagine was torn apart by the most primitive power, and screams and fear spread throughout the ship.

If there is really a powerful force, then they will not use it to deal with Alan Bair. Instead, they will open fire on Bandertal, the current owner of Wandering Port.

His words are accurate and true. No one is willing to be someone else's shield or blood vessel, unless they are one, but even then they will desire to move, rather than being bound for generations, like a servant.

The monsters here are all built by Magroon's best soldiers. They are stronger than normal whippers, and their potions are more powerful. Their strong bodies allow them to endure more and more powerful stimulants, and make far more powerful stimulants than ordinary whippers. The ability of prisoners to transform their bodies.

They have not removed their brain lobes, they are all real living people, but they have replaced their spines with metal and injected drugs into the pain. They regard this as honor and comfort. When the madness caused by the drugs dissipates, such crazy monsters become like the highest level. Priest of Shang, praising the Emperor's miracles...

Extremely ironic.

The last chapter was a bit deleted, I didn't notify you, the starting point is traditional, it has been changed.