Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

It was a green muscle peak looking at the rolling cauldron in front of it. Several squirrels were put into the pot deliciously with meat and spices. With the stirring of the glutinous spirit, the scrap iron boiler turned over for a while. An enchanting aroma.

The one who enjoys such food is the master of the orcs here. He has long hair that is very cool for the orcs. It is difficult to imagine how he can cultivate so many hairy scooters of the same color in the asteroid fortress where supplies are scarce to satisfy his morbid needs. need.

His armor was smeared with yellow paint and covered his whole body, but the fine ceramic steel was hung with grease. He swallowed it wholeheartedly. He fully accepted the delicacies of humans or the preferences of orcs, and his favorite among them was the pot that was as hot as lava. There was a hot pot with a heater underneath that highlighted the flames. The frightened Fart stood on the table. He was almost naked and washed clean because he could not tarnish the boss's dinner. He was dodging while stirring the boiler that could not stop. .

The table was long and long, over a hundred meters long. The delicacies of the mountains and seas were passed forward by the orcs in a relay like an assembly line, accompanied by rough and wild orc songs. The long table was filled with things from one end to the other far side. The orc boys were drooling, but they had to pretend to be elegant, wearing suits made of rags, and holding dinner plates to provide delicious meals to their huge masters.

Broadly speaking, this owner is also an orc boss, who looks much bigger than the others. He prefers to emphasize the individual strength, but it is not exactly the same as the real growth of the orcs, but the physical constitution is realistic. It also provides a lot of convenience, especially when he crushes those unruly boys.

His clothes are almost napkins, and the yellow cloth is full of stains. Fortunately, even if those things accumulate a stench over many years, it is nothing to the orcs, and those stains will not affect the strength of the ceramic steel, let alone Short-circuit his weapon.

Such gluttony will not stop until he is full of wine and food, unless one thing happens, that is, the orc who handles the food is exhausted. This means that he has lost another cook, and it also means that he has to endure the days without food. Because he wasn't hungry when he ate, he just wanted to use delicious food to spread his murderous intention that was crazier than other orcs, that's all.

And today, something like this happened, the food stagnated, and his 67th chef died, the orc always shouted. "I, Umurui, am angry, here we go again! Okay! Stop eating!"

He directly grabbed an attendant orc on the right, and then wiped him on his mouth like a napkin. The two layers of rough orc skin rubbed against each other with grease, and the skin slowly cracked and crumbled amidst the screams. The Orc Boy's fragile skin was almost completely scratched away.

His cheeks were like razors, or sandpaper, and the boy's sides were all bloody, but he was just dissatisfied with the chef's death.

The officers looked at him timidly, but he immediately found the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction and spoke. "The Imperial Guard lost one-third, and about 50,000 people died. Fortunately, the transport team's ships are unimpeded. Those Lemanus and Salamander tanks can help you capture the city, but the defense here is very strange. Those are …highway?"

"What's the reason this time?" He wiped the blood from his face, and the unlucky "napkin" was almost bloody and dying on the ground. This violent monster has threatened Karazha for hundreds of years, and its name has reached the point where people have heard of it. To the point where he becomes afraid, including his boys.

Umurui pressed her nose. "Come on boys, be the most accurate, come with me and kill the shrimps!" He stepped down, the engine hummed, and the three orc boys climbed onto the car body, equipped the weapons, and then tied themselves tightly with ropes. Tied to the car.

They landed on the side of the huge orcs' numerous tracks extending in all directions, and landed in a relatively stable place. The officers commented that this place is a paradise for vehicles. Those huge roads can bear a large amount of luggage, and the Imperial Guard can also transport supplies on them. Those orcs probably never thought that anyone would log in here, and they were complacent.

Its driver's seat is so big that it can only be used in the open air. One is to reduce weight, and the other is to allow the huge engine to dissipate enough heat. This monster is not so much a car as it is an engine plus tires, and a simple drum bomb. The warehouse is composed of a lot of beautiful decorations, and on top of it are the heads of past Karazha lords, including the head of the current lord's father, which are worn like flags and made into trophies.

One sentence sent hundreds of thousands of people to hell, and the people who did it were the Chief and Ensign of the Eagle of Destruction. When the sweltering transport ship was filled with dying men, they needed to be built on the asteroid. A command system and position unique to them.

The Skadi people have seen hell and are not afraid of it, but the soldiers of Karazhar are not. In this terrible place far away from the emperor's light, their bodies and beliefs are being attacked. Those aliens have tainted their will and are ironic to all The only ethics that humans agree with are this city like metal ruins and the hell full of tire scratches.

Alan Bair nodded. "Yes, those damn things are still entrenched. We must log in to avoid future troubles. And then we will have endless wars."

The car that only ten orcs could lift on his seat was like an adult sitting in a big go-kart, but no one would suspect that the car was weak. He held his seat firmly, and the entire car body sank with a click. , the orcs who had no time to crawl away turned into a puddle.

He moved his huge body and walked down from the throne. The distant mountains looked like a wasteland, but a closer look revealed densely packed lanes, all built by his hobby, a miracle that was completed by draining the wealth of the richest orc clan, the Evil Moon Clan, which used teeth as currency.

"Beware of those mountains, those damn aliens will come down from the peaks, everyone prepare for defense!" The lieutenant's words came powerfully, and then the soldiers also carried out very quickly, but the orcs were well prepared. An attack with mobility was imminent, how could the Imperial Guards have time to react?

This time it became a cavalry charge in the future era. Those dirty cars didn't even have tanks, but were equipped with weapons with firepower far exceeding their carrying capacity. It was hard to imagine why the cars didn't disintegrate after the orcs fired, or they only wanted to do it that once.

"I want to break through the enemy's low-Earth orbit defense. This time I should thank you. Now we can land on the enemy's base and wipe out the enemies of the Empire."

"The light spear tore a gap large enough for the transport ship to enter. We can successfully log in, but the orcs' artificial gravity equipment formed a weak atmosphere that bound oxygen, otherwise we could suffocate them now!"

"Log in, for the Emperor."

The lieutenant asked. "What's wrong, what did you find?"

"What does that have to do with my chef? Come and fight if you want, and build cannons if you want. My chef, sweetheart, can't die!" The boss cursed. For Wu Mu Rui, his chef can be exhausted to death and can be eaten by himself, but he can't be killed by others, especially those skinny and pitiful shrimps. He reluctantly accepted canned food, after all, they are really difficult to deal with.

"Thank you for sticking here for so long for the Emperor." Ailan Baier couldn't help but praise, but the sergeant just replied.

Wum Rui wanted to show off his power immediately after hearing it, but said "Cans and shrimps come together, that's fun." He lowered his raised arm and rubbed his chin. "My ripper is here, kid, lift it up, I want waaaaagh!" The orc curled his lips and said. "Boss, have you forgotten that you heard those purple-clawed shrimps say that the most dangerous place is the safest. You thought it made sense, so you moved the chef's kitchen under the giant cannon!" The officers calmly asked the soldiers to build camps and form defenses. The space warriors who had landed early in the distance were patrolling. Their eyes were bright and became the greatest support for the mortals. In the end, the anti-aircraft guns turned into strafing, and then the sky and the void drew beautiful death barrages. When the first batch of soldiers landed, the scenery they saw was even more hellish, those endless depressing gray-red, and there was no soil, no front line, only endless racing tracks, and like mountains, things built with broken copper and iron. "A recent trace of vicious dogs, they just passed by, or, they knew we would land, and they needed to attack from a position that was difficult for the Imperial Guard to handle, so it was probably a high ground, that is..." The lieutenant immediately realized where the sergeant looked, and he shouted immediately.

The thing called the Ripper is actually a dirty car, full of spikes, a beautiful thing, covered with a layer of glittering gold, with two big bombs and a set of big rocket arrays on the body, and that thing cannot be driven by other orcs, because of its particularly exaggerated large driver's seat, ordinary orcs can't brake at all, just like the difference between adults and children.

The orc who came to report should have been unlucky, so he could only shout with a bitter face. "There are shrimp warships. We followed the purple claw shrimps' instructions to detect them. We fired, and the shrimps fought back. But the canned ships came, and we were bombarded by two damn big warships. The entire super invincible cannon was melted clean."

"Very close, they just drove past here half a day ago. This is a place they come frequently, so..." The sergeant looked at the mountains in the distance, his expression seemed a little anxious.

But even so, it couldn't stop the orcs' bombardment. Those guards cannons kept firing, and the soldiers just went from knowing death clearly to ignorance. Some people put their palms together to pray to the Emperor, and some people slumped in their seats out of boredom. Bordello and Baptism Fire kept firing to cover, while in comparison, the Space Marines could fall like thunder, and there was no possibility of defense at all.

No one doubted whether this thing would explode if it was hit by a shot. There was almost no doubt, but in such a place, it was obviously impossible for a stupid orc to become the boss and leader.

Just as they were about to tie up, the boss drove out of the camp like lightning, leaving behind a yellow streak of light, as fast as lightning, accompanied by the drums and shouts of waaaagh, countless dirty cars rushed madly towards the endless track outside the camp.

Hundreds of transport ships began to sprinkle on the cold star like black pepper. After a period of disgusting friction, the scenery outside the transport ship window kept changing. The lieutenant was very glad that there was no real atmosphere and weight here, because the gravity generated by each landing would be as uncomfortable as pulling his soul.

The Chief Sergeant of Destruction Eagle took off his helmet and gently stroked the ground with his armored fingers. His metal arm seemed to be used to it. He gently stroked the dust and stuck out his tongue to taste the traces left by the tires gripping the ground.

That's right, taste, the tongue of a Space Marine is more sensitive than a normal person's. With his rich experience, he can completely distinguish a lot of information that normal people cannot touch, ranging from biological genetic problems to many other things.

When the ensign's transport ship slowly descended as the most important last ship, there were also Skadi officers, such as the Lytlin boy or the Catachan sergeant, and the ensign jumped from the height in advance. , land across three or four meters, and observe the situation here.

But when time passed, the first automatic cannon spit out flames and made a small hole in the side of the ship. The oxygen was exposed, causing the flames to burn in the vacuum and turned into a ball of flames. The second lieutenant immediately shouted. "Close all windows and don't let soldiers see their comrades die!"

But only the Skadi veterans were not overly optimistic, and the Space Marines were arrogant and only cooperated with them. The expressions of those soldiers made the officers dissatisfied, but they had to because of their relationship with the Space Marines or the relationship with the lords. And regress.

Thick smoke is billowing, the smoke is constant, and the filth flies into the sky, perhaps circulating through the fortress and entering the void. But this world has no sky, only a ceiling made of thick metal. Behind the ceiling, in the endless void, the Imperial Guard's The battleship is slowly descending, or rather approaching.

Lord Skadi was chatting with his friends on the bridge. The Destruction Eagle Master Chief, who had not seen him for two months, was now sharper. It was the orcs, the whetstones, that were clashing with him. It was just this beautiful one. The Baptismal Fire battleship is also now suffering from many scars, which is sad.

Those orcs forgot most of the things in an instant. They only knew that the Ripper was waagh and big enough, and even the one who almost died just now jumped up and ran to lift the thing.

The leader named Umurui chuckled as those dirty cars descended from an extreme slope and pushed their speed to the limit in the suffocating smoke.

The Imperial Guard seemed concentrated, but now it became a shortcoming. Fortunately, the second lieutenant inherited Alan Bair's craziest personality, which was a quite radical strategy.

he shouted. "All the crew members get on board, use tanks, armored vehicles, and highly maneuverable vehicles to play a death race with them and stop those orcs on the road!"