Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Alan Bair received news that the cold trade broker he had driven away was killed by pirates during the chaos because the Imperial Guard did not control the waterway.

This bad news makes people unhappy, but this cruel and bloody battle was very successful because it was kept secret. The fact that the Imperial Guard came to this sector was not leaked, because those who wanted to join could either Or die.

This was originally what Alan Bayer was most worried about in this battle. As long as the enemy had the opportunity to leave and take out the information, Wandering Port would leave its sphere of influence early.

They do not want to start a war with the enemy in advance in a place that is still within the enemy's sphere of influence. Even if the nobles everywhere do not recognize the actual status of Roaming Port, there are many guys from the Merchant Dynasty who want to please Bandertal.

If he thought about this, it might really be the emperor's blessing, but no matter what, Alan Bayer could only accept this slightly crazy and terrifying lunatic.

Therefore, he arranged a meeting with Magroon. In the lord's mansion of the asteroid fortress, in front of the very distinctive long table, the pious Magroon was offering his loyalty to the most majestic man here. If you ignore the two drooling flagellants beside him, wrapping their wills in hymns and icons.

He looked piously at the owner of this place and the many delicacies he had prepared for himself. However, he had mastered control of his emotions and restricted his food intake. He only raised bread to chew, and at the same time praised the emperor's grace.

But this food was grown by Skadi and baked by the Letling boy. It probably has nothing to do with the Emperor. Why can't he be a baker?

Alan Bayer muttered those emotions in his heart, but he did not express them, because this person is very useful, very useful. The least thing in this world is loyalty. When he tore up his contract and fired at his companions, he His actions proved his loyalty to the Empire.

Enough, Alan Bayer waited for Duke Magron to stop his prayer and look at himself with admiring eyes. His voice actually sounded clearer, thicker, kinder, and clearer than the projection. It was difficult to To imagine that a man who can command and transform a killing machine would be so "pure" is probably because he is paranoid that those things are not "sins."

He tore off a piece of soft bread, soaked it in the egg white soup, and then took it into his mouth. His head, which was "bare" due to the bandage, shook slightly. "Very delicious, my lord."

"Sensitive observation, is it information revealed by Nova?" Alan Bayer was very interested. "And you, you are the acolyte?"

"Oh, that bastard is dead. He is in my castle. I hope his spiritual power can twist the arm of the crazy mechanical sage and add more chips to his honor." Alan Bair recalled the only big trial here. Officer, but also the bastard who led Skadi into hell.

"Of course I'll prepare a pillow for you when you're dozing off." He said suspiciously. "But this place isn't good enough. Let's go to a private room in the tavern and I'll treat you."

"As a loyal person, I am satisfied, but this is not enough. What other orders do you have, my lord! Should you kill the damn Bandertal, or bomb the roaming port that colludes with the red pirates?!"

Alan Bayer murmured in his heart whether he was going too extreme and spoke. "I need a period of time, a period that is neither long nor slow, that allows me to take the time to use my majesty and..." He felt a little embarrassed when he thought of this word. "Personal charm, find someone in this sector who is willing to cooperate with the Imperial Guard."

He expected Magroon to ask more questions or go crazy, but he just smiled. "Really? It's really great. It perfectly explains the name of the martyr. When I face the siege of countless heretics, I will definitely be able to see the light of the emperor!"

"A person who serves the Inquisitor? I am not that great, but my previous master did think of me that way. He was the Grand Inquisitor, and you don't like his name." Wild Snake replied.

"This is the Emperor's will, no doubt about it."

He held his big hat to his chest. "Great Lord of Skadi, I, you may call me Wild Snake, or Wild, or Snake, but I am the clown who comes to please you, my lord."

"This territory is already full of spies from all over the world. The lords will definitely be sensitive to the sudden disappearance of a powerful earl, and you need to bear the burden of this matter. As a loyal person, you will bear the sin of trying to tear off the chain and cover it. I'm looking for a partner in the Imperial Guard."

Sheye nodded. "Yes, he once collected most of the intelligence here, and that's why I was stationed here. It was a difficult period, but it passed in the end."

Alan Bayer thought briefly. "Walk."

Alan Bayer immediately thought of the clown, but it was different. He was high-profile and not a crazy joke actor, so Alan Bayer spoke. "Put your jokes aside and tell me now, what are you going to do?"

Lord Magroon showed a rather excited expression. "I'm extremely honored and happy to serve. If I were the emperor, I would be very angry, not to mention that this matter is not worth mentioning."

He sighed again. "Sorry, I said so much just to make you trust me, Great Lord, and you will definitely like the chips I give you."

"She and I actually cooperated, but because she was afraid of my relationship with the Grand Inquisitor, she never actually used it too much, and I miss the past very much." There was a trace of resentment in his eyes. "I was originally the successor of the Grand Inquisitor, and I might have become a candidate, but she was airdropped to accept those things, including me, and I became a thing!"

"The little good news is that I escaped from that greedy man, and my new master is Miss Nova. She is beautiful, young, smart, but a bit controlling." There was something in his words, but he quickly changed his mind. topic.

But even so, his clothes also represent that he is at least a senior officer of the local PDF, and there are a few sturdy soldiers, dark-skinned, and bright-looking warriors who follow him. No one will touch it, but everything is unlucky. There are always exceptions.

Alan Bayer was stunned and looked at the man at the same time. "You're giving me the creeps, but let me ask you a question."

This man is quite interesting. After Catachan put him down, he immediately regained his composure and logic and led them like a top agent, and showed quite good counter-reconnaissance capabilities or professional qualities.

Magron realized something was wrong. "So, that means I may face enemies that are far larger than me, and may even have the possibility of being breached?" He rarely used negative words, because the Emperor would protect him, but this time he had to confirm it.

The man straightened his body comically in mid-air, and then answered. "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I serve Miss Nova, Emperor!"

The man named Wild Snake sat down and served Alan Bayer a glass of Wild Snake wine, but he preferred the stimulating and powerful products like Amset or Imperial Reca coffee with a higher alcohol concentration.

Chief Catachan raised his arm high and almost threw him to death. This sentence was almost murder, but Alan Bair stopped the actions of his loyal soldiers. "Why, why should I go?"

"You are the bait. You will attract those lords like honey to swarm here. While the fortress and battleships are delaying them, I will look for powerful allies and then surround the lords who come to liquidate."

"It is my honor to serve under you. In this sinful star sector, it is already a gift to speak like this in front of the person closest to the emperor!" He was a little fanatical. Magron wiped the liquid from the corner of his eyes, I don’t know if it’s sweat or tears.

"And in my memory, there used to be three major forces in the Pangia sector, the Imperial Guard, the Grand Inquisitor, and Port Engili. Now that the Grand Inquisitor is gone, we have begun to confront each other, and his legacy..."

Alan Bayer was not frightened by his crazy appearance and just answered calmly. "Yes, become a martyr. The Empire, Pangia sub-sector, will always remember you..."

The peaceful private room in the Hurry Tavern is also his territory. It is obviously stupid to believe that he is, but Alan Bayer likes to do stupid things, whether it is a conspiracy or a real gift.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity before the end of my life. When I was still confused about my faith, you were like an angel who proposed this plan."

The reality is that this is not a cozy tavern shack, or better yet, the second floor built inside the rotting wood and termite holes is incongruous with the pretty neon lights outside the tavern, which is clearly just decoration and cover.

Alan Beyer was just processing the information, he replied. "It's interesting, it's interesting. I'm chatting with a chief acolyte of the Grand Inquisitor who has hands and eyes that can reach the sky."

"No, no, I haven't finished speaking yet. Bordreau will not support you. In other words, the only force that can maintain law and order here is your flagship Karak and the stored Galaxy-class." Aylan Bayer said sharply.

And slowly stood up and walked out of this cold palace, just like usual, he sent those people to the guillotine, just like what the count said before he died, they were all flags, and he was the chess player. , no one cares how a soldier crosses the line or how he dies.

"At the same time, the most valuable inheritance is also with me. Sir, I have worked hard to help you." He took out a scroll with many things written densely on it, and Alan Bayer was also familiar with the names above. I've seen it before. These are the names of lords from various places. Below, mark the portrait, hobbies, interests, stance, and carefully detail the number of children in his family, family relationships, whether there are sexually transmitted diseases, whether there are obvious scars on the body, and other information.

"A person who wants to break through the constraints and is still loyal to the empire in his heart?" Although Magron was a little crazy, he was not a fool. He quickly understood Alan Bair's words and answered. "Then I still have a few candidates. I can communicate with them and recruit them."

Alan Bair's few consciences are still tormenting him, but compared to this, he is planning supplies and sailing to the next territory. He has no feelings for this fortress, nor for Lord Magroon. It is a brief humble and ethereal alliance of plan and use.

Alan Bair shook his head. "You have a more important thing, which is to spread the word about the count's disappearance and the situation of this battle, and cover those who are investigating this matter."

Until he walked to the neighborhood near Starport, people in the bustling streets did not recognize this legend. After all, the so-called lord was too far away from them, and no one would think that a certain lord would walk on the street and bathe. Stale air, a narrow and dark hive filled with tens of thousands of people.

He poured himself a lot of coffee and stuffed it into the kettle that smelled of gasoline. Every sip made him feel like he was back on the battlefield. He missed and feared those years in a place full of mud and promethium. The days of fierce fighting, or the sound of raindrops falling on military helmets. At the same time, he was afraid of war because people would die, friends, compatriots, known and unknown...

Sheye spoke. "I'm sorry for being so vigilant. After all, I brought you here without telling an adult holding a rosette, and I really didn't have a chance. Miss Nova is always with you, and you are either on the battlefield or at work. I don't mean to blame you, but I can't Don’t be anxious about it.”

On the contrary, such a person can easily escape from a complicated environment. He has a temperament that is different from that of a normal spy or other special personnel, so he is special. And from his initial struggle to saluting in mid-air like a mime master after seeing Alan Bayer He also expressed that he has body control that is no worse than Catachan.

When Master Chief Catachan was carrying a tall, thin man, he was wearing a funny top hat and an even thinner tights, which almost reminded people of an assassin at first glance. He was completely unarmed and looked like a little boy. Lifting it like a chicken, with the toes slightly off the ground, a funny look.

But Alan Bair knew almost instantly that he was coming to find him. He was unarmed, and he was close to a place where normal people would not come. His clothes were conspicuous, and since he was not tall, Catachan could easily deal with it, as if Being blessed is saying that it is suspicious, but not dangerous.

He took a sip, it was spicy and spicy, and asked. "What is the purpose of putting on such a good show? If it is murder, it can start now."

Alan Bayer nodded. It wasn't that he was cold. It was better to say that he saved this guy just to fulfill this task. He needed to put his interests higher to complete today's war. "Yes, until I complete those tasks, you will be alone."

"My chef will be happier if you are willing to try other dishes. He usually hides somewhere to watch how the guests taste the food, but I still need to thank you for your help on the battlefield, so that the arrival of the Imperial Guard will not be forgotten. "I know." Alan Beyer complained about the restrictions in his belief and emphasized his gratitude.

He said. "I know what you are thinking. You need allies, you need to clean up, you need to take the entire star sector into your hands, cut off and use the blood vessels of Wandering Port for your own use."

Sheye asked. "What, my lord?"

"Do you know the cold trade broker? A female, young, and..." Alan Beyer asked.

Sheye just interrupted this sentence. "My lord, no, I swear in the name of the Emperor, and this world is full of coincidences and miracles, isn't it?"