Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

This place began to become dark and disgusting, full of conspiracies and intrigues. When the weak and helpless fortress residents should have been grateful to the Imperial Guard for their help, approval and gratitude, the young traitor once again ignored the reality that countless orcs may attack at any time, and Act only with your own future in mind.

Nowadays, too many people gather in this narrow place, making the air turbid, and the disgusting smell makes it more unbearable. Alan Bair raised his hand and said. "You defeated us and did something that many villains failed to do. How does it feel?"

"There is no so-called sense of accomplishment. You stumbled into my trap like a newborn bird. I thought you would be more difficult than I expected, but it seems that a man with a great reputation may not be a brave man. "The prime minister looks young and arrogant, as if he deserves it, but unfortunately, his opponents often fall into the trap.

It's just that he miscalculated one thing now. The forest warriors are not weak, at least they are different from the lord whose life span has been almost exhausted for many years. The second thing is willpower.

The test subjects of his mist were only bosses and malnourished lower-class people. They did not systematically observe what happened to healthy adults, especially guys who were tougher than normal people, nor did they consider the star sector. Compared with people living under artificial gravity, the real gravity of the universe and planets is often easier to build powerful warriors.

This was an extremely small difference that was almost invisible, but it was those things that kept the Catachan sergeants quite energetic during more than five hours of torture. Such miscalculations were almost inevitable for the young prime minister. If he really had a large number of test samples from the Imperial Guard, the situation would probably be different.

And in the end, those arrogance became the root of the unbreakable spider web. No matter how hard the spider worked, it could not trap a soaring eagle in the cave with thick silk threads wrapping itself like a silkworm baby. middle.

Raising the gun and shooting, Alan Bair did not hesitate. His body still had strength, but now he felt like he had returned to the time when he was weak and weak a few years ago, like the days when he worked day and night in the hive factory and was malnourished. , but definitely not at the mercy of others.

The beam fired, streaking across the small room like lightning, and the bright red liquid moistened the Imperial Guard's carapace. In the surprised expressions of the mercenaries, and under the eyes of the old lord, the man who intended to rebel died.

He didn't have time to be surprised, and he wasn't necessarily confused. It was even too simple for a traitor and was not considered a punishment. And he couldn't be said to have died from the blast of the explosive beam, but more because of his own arrogance and arrogance.

"I think people who can break the rules and do what they think are needed are the people the empire needs in this era. Even if your behavior will anger many stupid people, I know that in the end, you will be stared at by countless monsters, traitors, and heretics in the empire. It’s always them who we kill.”

He can create a sense of error in people. He only needs to distribute the antidote reasonably to create the illusion of an infectious disease. Finally, he fakes a strange disease, and at the same time, only the lord's disease is the most serious, making people subconsciously think that he is the source of the infection. .

In contrast, the lord was very optimistic. He held a banquet in the palace, just because Alan Bair said meaninglessly that the food he tasted during that conspiracy was remarkable.

Alan Bair shook his head. "As long as the subspace is still there, those messy things will appear. I killed one with a light spear, sacrificed and soldiers. Why do the gods fear the emperor? Because they fear humans. You say I can't imagine it, but How can you clear out how many times in the long history of mankind you have emitted power that makes even the gods who believe in those things tremble?"

"Even if Wandering Port dissipates and you win, those things will still be there. There is no way. My family history has been from the expedition to the present, and those bastards have been there since the apostasy era. You should know that every planet It exists in every district, no matter how times change.”

"Very good, don't ask them. Kill them all, whether they are officials who are useful here or people who are just involved in transporting that kind of incense." Alan Bayer showed rare indifference, because this matter touched his heart. Bottom line, betrayal.

One day later, the entire city was quiet, and there was no trace of human noise anymore. It was a nightmare for this territory, with the death of a large number of young laborers and the anger of the lords. At the same time, there were even more vicious orcs watching in the void.

Alan Bair recovered his physical strength in the VIP room of the castle. Unlike the old lord, he did not have a "deep bone marrow" immersion. He was completely healthy in just two hours. The cadres of the Skadi Fourth Infantry were nervously waiting for him. Waiting at the door, Alan Bayer took a rare and quite comfortable nap.

That is the Purple Hand, the mysterious cult organization that is secretly perfecting and fulfilling this matter. If successful, their power will be embedded into this area like hammering a nail, and Alan Bair's obstruction will The same goes for the most painful places.

"Now do the math. Is it worth throwing away your poor life for a master who can't possibly pay you?"

The ensign answered immediately. "The state is recovering, and so are the Catachans, and those involved in this matter have been investigated. As long as they are slightly involved, even the servants who lighted the stoves, regardless of whether they were tired or not, have all been captured. "

"And I want to thank you. I am a strong shield and will always serve you, just like this time you burned that little villain's head through."

But for him, it was a great thing that his life still existed. After a short rest, the fatigue finally dissipated. Skadi's most professional military doctors and field therapists made sure that the toxins could not remain, and It can be metabolized quickly, which is the most terrifying thing about such toxins.

Those mercenaries put down their weapons. They did not have the courage to fight against the Imperial Guard, especially such a powerful warrior. This is why he did most of this kind of work instead of becoming a legend of the Empire or a dead undead. It is not shameful to live, Alan Bair Instruct the soldiers to pick up those things and keep strict guard on them.

The lord rubbed his beard, which was stained with a lot of meat juice and alcohol, his cheeks were red, and he let out a tasteless wine burp. "My father often said I was unbecoming a noble, and he died, disemboweled by orcs, and I became the hero here, disemboweling orcs."

This was a plan that was so intimate and covert that most people didn't know about it, but it connected a large number of officials, mortals, and so-called innocents to indirectly help, and finally completed the entire crazy and terrifying plan.

He originally succeeded, but the change in the empire changed everything and caused him to die. After Alan Bayer determined that he could not find out those conspiracies, he also locked onto one thing.

But he still had a problem. "Where did that heretic scum get those mists, and the evil subspace curse in them is rich..."

He opened the door. "How is the old lord?"

He swayed the crudely brewed alcohol and used his own voice to add a lot of warmth to the banquet. At least he knew what the soldiers needed, which was meat, more meat. If there was no meat but carbohydrates, how could they be full? Whatever makes you feel comfortable.

Alan Beyer just said. "Have you ever killed a dragon?"

The hard-working and capable soldiers suddenly couldn't say anything about this. No matter how much they investigated the bill, the channels above were so formal that it was doubtful that they didn't want to see the place of production, but no one knew that the smoke-filled boat came from From there, even the most conspicuous ship's logo is only remembered by people, but they don't know what it looks like. It's probably not that they can't describe it, but that they have forgotten it.

"Seven thousand years or so is nothing. As long as it still has roots, it needs nutrition. I can endure an empty world and sow green life in it, but they can only lie on the rotting meat and wait for the thick juice. Supply yourself!”

There is no ship model, place of origin, or logo. Even the incense-pulling things are just a lot of simple boxes. Even the companions who are in close contact with the prime minister know very little about the foggy situation, but Alan Bayer actually has it in his heart. got the answer.

He raised his weapon and said to the mercenaries. "The most your automatic guns can scratch my armor, and then I may break my bones, probably my ribs, but with a little medical treatment, I can return to normal in two months, and you, your head will be directly blasted with a blast beam. Burn through, don't expect us to miss, you should know who we are before you attack us."

That day, someone said that the drainage pipes in the lower city turned completely red, and semi-solidified and completely liquid things flowed out of the pipes in a chaotic manner. It took three full days to complete the filming. For a world with a population of only 400,000, They are deeply aware of who is hot and who should be avoided.

He needs to kill the chickens as a warning to the monkeys to ensure that this territory is as clean as possible in the next period of time, and to ensure that he stands on Alan Bair's side in their struggle with Wandering Harbor, so the necessary violence and bloodshed are always the right to give to those who are stupid. The greatest guarantee for people.

He is old, he is old, he is not stupid, he knows exactly why the Imperial Guard is here, and he is willing to help, but he emphasized. "But, sir, don't go investigate those misty smokes..."

It's a pity that the dazzling array of food now can't give him that feeling. The chef has been killed and turned into a piece of the many new red and black sludge on the lower level. However, the lord's heat and heroism make him very happy, even if he " Recovering from a serious illness."

It's not that Alan Bayer didn't like this feeling, he ate hastily and then asked the lord. "Sorry, I took it upon myself to kill so many people. Some of them must be innocent and some must be guilty. I can't tell the difference, so I can only hand them all over to the Emperor for trial."

From the looks of it, it's just ordinary fatigue and debility. Such toxins are very strange. Most of the poisons achieve their effects by destroying nerves or directly dissolving the body. The invisible subspace curse penetrates into those light red incense. , even professional doctors cannot detect the evil in it.

"Dragon?" Qiangdun was confused for a moment. "Those mythical legends?"

He doesn't know how much of his current confidence is false. How effective can he really be in fighting now?

But he succeeded. It was because the temperament of the veterans and the foundation of the warriors completely fooled those scavengers and wild dog-like guys. After Alan Bair led the lord out of the room, the Imperial Guard guards had clear radio signals. Then he walked quickly here, and the second lieutenant and his brothers smashed the smoke and incense burners they could find. The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment quickly occupied the castle, although it was not polite to the original old lord.

"Why do you think Wandering Harbor is valued by the Red Pirate! How can he master so many spells? Those things have been rooted for thousands of years, too long, far beyond your imagination!"

His massacre of 70,000 people led to the death of many members of the Purple Hand buried here, and his indifference and viciousness became the best way to protect the Empire... just like what the Inquisition did. If he had not been born on this poor asteroid, perhaps things would be different. The gap between the space created by the Mechanicus and the real world eventually cut off his thoughts, but this incident still reminded Alanbair of the danger and his recklessness this time, but it will soon become the experience of this Imperial Guard hero and make him more resilient. "Why should I be afraid of flies? No matter how big they are, they dare not come out to see me. When I clean up the traitors in Wandering Port and drive away the Red Corsairs, I will burn those roots connected to the ground until this place is clean." In isolation, fear, and the subconscious exclusion and rumors of the lords or gangs by officials at all levels, this man who has worked hard for his territory all his life was isolated by the people he protected and almost died in his bedroom. "Before it was the Grand Inquisitor, then it was Bandertal, and now it's you, but those people are always there, in the same place, not moving forward or backward, just taking root, real."

So this place is like a trench rather than a fortress, but it's cleaner. They can't wait to sit on the ground, drink wine, play cards, swallow the stewed meat whole, and repeat it all day long.

"I know that light must have shadows, and I just need to go to this void without a trace of haze when I flash, and blow up, smash, tear apart, and smash anything that blocks light and creates shadows."

Alan Baier wiped the sweat from his cheeks, took a sip of coffee, and then said. "The Eagle of Destruction is still outside, where are the bases of those orcs, give me the star map, and then give me 100,000 soldiers, I want to end the farce here, and then show you how a real army does it."

"A real army is not a guardian, but a destroyer. The real defense is attack. We will tear open the orcs' homes and fight tooth for tooth and eye for eye!"