Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The air was full of the disgusting smell emitted by burning low-quality promethium, which smelled a bit like garlic or ozone. At the same time, the orcs' machines were also buzzing and noisy, and thick smoke billowed. The second lieutenant followed the capture operation from a distance with a salamander tank and observed with a telescope. On the battlefield, the space warriors did not dare to get too close because they were afraid of the power of about six Ork rockets on the Ork leader's vehicle.

Only the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction can do it, and he is very powerful. To be precise, both the pilot and him are very powerful. He can dodge attacks one after another at the fastest speed. The lens of the telescope looks quite clear. Then The pilot doesn't look like a Space Marine, and the vehicle even has a modified cockpit for him.

It's hard to imagine a mortal being so offended by a Space Marine. There must be something extraordinary about it, just like when the orc launched six sizzling bombs with a ignited gun, and he was able to find a gap and successfully dodge. Miracle.

The heat generated by the explosion surrounded the car body. It was difficult for the second lieutenant to imagine that he could operate so exquisitely under such circumstances, as if the airship was his body. Such a miracle also caused the orc leader's expression to change from joy to one for the first time. Startled, and quickly, the Chief's strafing fire returned his bombardment.

The primer shells are thrown out from the heavy explosive shells one by one. Those exquisite designs allow the powerful power of the bullets to be fully used, almost immune to vicious problems such as jamming and blasting. The projectiles are also like rockets. In front of the car, the powerful power exploded into sparks on the giant dirty car.

The second lieutenant had to admit that this weapon was sturdier than it looked, and could even be protected from bomb blasts and tilted firepower to a certain extent. The orc boss relied on this and used the thick deck on his arm to protect what might be damaged. Crucial vehicle armament.

The second lieutenant looked a little anxious and turned on his radio to ask. "Your Majesty the Emperor, Warriors Astartes, don't we have a better solution?"

Soon the trustworthy voice of the Master Chief spread, with the hiss of explosive bombs. "The melta on other airships can take care of him, but he is too fast and we cannot get close to the effective range. We need something big, fast, and with certain maneuverability."

the ensign scolded. "What can we have!? Lemanus can't hit him, it's too fast and too far. The orc is like an old fox, keeping an uncomfortable distance. God knows how an orc can estimate so well? Probably another Is it something from their inexhaustible genetic treasure house?”

The sergeant stopped shooting. The ensign could see and hear an explosion about a hundred meters away. The emperor could not guarantee how long they could last in this situation, so the ensign asked anxiously. "How! Did those rockets make the situation worse?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Of course not."

The second lieutenant didn't know what was going on behind the scenes, so he could only reluctantly agree, and he made another military salute in the air. "Second Lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, I obey!" He turned to the officers and said. "Call a few people who can drive, and then bring over usable Chimeras, or Hercules crawlers. I need manpower, manpower that can ensure the poison blade lands on the ground as much as possible."

The Master Chief was very smart, and his psychic ability also helped him avoid the deadly bombings of the orc leader time and time again, but he couldn't tell him what the soldier wanted. After a short pause, he asked hesitantly. "what?"

The large communicator buzzed, and the second lieutenant said happily. "Are you able to communicate directly with the Bordero? Well done! And Lieutenant, although you are from Panlan, you really did a good job this time. This command was very experienced and reduced the death of a large number of soldiers."

"How about an Emperor's Baneblade as the finish line for your competition?" the ensign said jokingly.

The ensign answered immediately. "Boss?" He straightened his body and relaxed slightly, feeling relieved but also feeling guilty. After all, commanding was his responsibility, but he left his post to take charge of a more important position.

"But whoever is the crew member can airdrop something so big? If the heavy container is crushed by the weight of the poison blade in mid-air, a piece of work from Mars or an advanced forge world will collapse without any achievements. Its value will be sufficient if the supply is sufficient." Even if it is replenished, it is equivalent to a full Imperial Guard infantry regiment, not to mention that it is probably not possible to replenish a new Baneblade!" The sergeant is well aware of the situation of the Imperial Guard. The Baneblade is even comparable to a Rand in terms of complexity and cost. The Raider is even stronger. Such a behemoth that can change the situation of the battle is also the darling of the God of Machines. Now he wants to use it for extreme sports?

the Master Chief replied. "You are exactly the same as your boss, crazy and courageous. I am very glad that he has trained such soldiers, so that the empire can have a brief burst of vitality even at this old age."

he added. "Whenever you see the band emitted by the signal flare, the fortune teller will collect it and immediately project it to that location."

Alan Bayer was looking at the holographic battle map and asked. "Poison Blade? What are you doing? She wants to use it to stabilize the defense on the right side and is preparing to release it."

He raised his sword, and when everyone was inspired by his spirit, they devoted themselves to the work. Although people could not trust such empty talk, he was not that kind of person, because he was the miracle of the empire and the future of Pangia.

"Barely enough, many people are exhausted in the armory, thanks to the skill of our technical Miss Shenfu, but I don't recommend telling her about the situation on the ground." The captain shook his head.

He doesn't need promises or reality to have someone execute his will. In this sector where the Emperor's light is distorted by the existence of the Maelstrom, no one will think that this hero who dares to challenge the traitorous Red Pirate Group that scares the Empire is weak. It's a mixture of lies and deceit.

"Although we can't tell the real situation, this is not an exaggeration. Our efforts and the deployment of poison blades are related to the future of this sector. The emperor's loyalists and heretics are fighting. What we do now will directly affect the future of this sector. Overall victory, everyone on the bridge now, the Emperor bless us!"

It took three or four transport ships with full power to slowly pull the goddess of death downwards. On the ground, the smoke quickly attracted the attention of the orc leader. During this period, the constraints of the Space Marines made him very unhappy. The car's Although he still had a lot of fuel, he couldn't bear the Space Marines harassing him around, and he couldn't help but curse. "Damn can, bad can, deal with me quickly!"

"As for the crew, the crew is me. To be precise, it's me and the people on this Salamander. And this Poison Blade doesn't need to be able to drive, doesn't need secondary weapons, doesn't need a heavy howitzer, as long as her huge The missile cannon can be fired successfully."

But he immediately adjusted his posture. "Boss, I need the Emperor's Poison Blade!"

As Alan Bayer said, that god's machine has too many things to bear. He usually doesn't use it if he can, but now the risky plan in the second lieutenant's head puts it in danger, and the second lieutenant also knows it. It's not my fault, he said solemnly. "Yes, boss, I will find a way to use the ground-shaking cannon to kill that boss."

The second lieutenant just answered easily. "Our goal is to win every war, no matter what the emperor asks. Even if we look at the overall situation, we can let go of victory, but responsibility is responsibility."

the lieutenant replied. "I found the leader. The Destruction Eagle is fighting with him. The situation is going on for a long time. We need the ability to make a final decision, a huge sacred engine and its loyal and warlike machine soul, boss!"

Such wonderful tactics made the second lieutenant approve. He quickly walked into the command room that had just been quickly piled up with sandbags and metal plates. With those messy communication pipelines and large radio stations, many officers gathered together, huddled together, facing the scrawled What awaits the drawn tactical map.

The second lieutenant was confused and straightened his back to ask. "Which officer is doing that? I want to give him a promotion."

At this moment, the big dark radio emitted a familiar yet vague sound to the second lieutenant. "I'm really grateful that someone is willing to come back and give me a promotion even though he is so busy. Then I will finally become one of the high lords? Or will I have to completely master this sector?" Everyone here said this voice. It was very familiar, and there was blame in the words.

The ensign didn't say anything, just replied. "Yes, received." They had a tacit understanding as soldiers. When the Salamander tank full of bullet holes passed through the complicated battlefield and relied on the second lieutenant's right to obtain those signal flares, time passed minute by minute. At the same time, Bold On the Luo, they were slowly approaching low-Earth orbit, and they connected to the radio.

the lieutenant replied. "Clamp the orc and let him circle around. I need to get an airdrop indicator, such as the red flare used by the Imperial Guard, and pray to the Emperor that what I need will fall..."

"You want me to drop an Emperor's Baneblade in the uninhabited wilderness?!" Alan Bair scolded this plan angrily. "That was entrusted to me by Pan Lan. If I destroy her or even be destroyed by the orcs, how will I explain to the Forging Sage?"

"Can I take it as a compliment?" the second lieutenant replied somewhat self-deprecatingly and began to arrange for the soldiers to return to the camp to obtain those things. The sergeant major said it generously. "If it succeeds, it will be your fault. If it fails, it will be your full responsibility, but I will also bear it, at least half."

Therefore, when the second lieutenant advanced to the rear of the defense line amidst the turbulent explosions and hail of bullets, his lax command due to the containment of the orcs did not collapse, but became more organized. The Imperial Guard formed three lines and huge tactical depth to hinder the enemy, cooperate with each other, and help each other. .

After a long time, the Master Chief's voice appeared again, mumbling in the blur of electrical signals. "Two speedboats, four battle brothers, we suffered serious losses, and that damn orc laughed wildly because of this. What we need is a weapon like this. It can explode, has a farther range than melt, and is so powerful that just the aftermath can cause it to explode." Turn over a vehicle."

In this way, Bordero turned off the communicator on Alan Bayer. The tactical deployment had been planned. He drank coffee and looked at the blurry holographic projection on the bridge. The captain asked him. "I thought you would refuse."

"There are many reasons behind this." The chief of staff replied. His thinking was also biased towards gaining the initiative, and Alan Bair spoke. "Can the Poison Blade be launched?"

"If you get rid of the poison blade, I will let you clean the bathroom for two months. Secondly, I have another request. The orc leader must be captured alive." Alan Bair's request is very strange, but he is not for that leader. It was for the potential cooperative relationship between him and the Purple Hand. The information in it might be more valuable than a poison blade. Of course, he also had the confidence to repair the possible conflict with Pan Lan.

the Master Chief replied. "The vast plains of dark metal are absolutely vast."

But the second lieutenant was just about to give up, Alan Beyer said again. "Go and arrange the airdrop point, and I'll notify the armory to make it more accurate. I won't allow mistakes in this place."

"Earth-shaking cannon?" the second lieutenant murmured. "How could there be something like that at this time and stop just in front?" But he quickly thought of another giant and said. "Sergeant, is the terrain ahead open?"

Soon, a special wave band was sensed by Bordeaux. First, the most sensitive navigator sent a signal, and then the fortune teller. Blessed by the Emperor, those red smoke rose from the ground, even the stupidest servitor. Now he is also working hard to use his creaking limbs to fill the huge poison blade with ammunition and fuel. With the service and work of thousands of people, this huge war machine is stuffed into a large, dark, heavy-duty container, and even The large box used for delivery was also temporarily put together.

"I'm asking you rudely here. I can't achieve the achievements of the boss, Alan Beyer, nor his decisiveness. I'm not even sure if I can get that terrible war lady, but I hope you can help. I will restrain this orc leader on this damn plain."

The lieutenant shook his head. "Well, I'm not in charge."

"You know how much Panlan is responsible for our army's supply and maintenance work. They are almost exclusive to Skadi, and they are a sect, a religion, and independent. It is only because of my kindness that they bear so many burdens, and you have to Throwing the symbols of Skadi and Penland into an abandoned wilderness filled with orcs?"

The sergeant just looked at the red mist in the distance, paying attention to when the airdrop would arrive. The orc leader became more impatient because of the smoke. His fighting instinct was shouting that something was threatening him, not a can, but something more. Troublesome.

He suddenly opened fire, trying to use violence to break free, but those airships were stalking him and did not want to give him any opening even if they were blown up. The orc leader was scolded and annoyed because of this, while the local transport ship was close to the atmosphere, dragging The heavy cargo slowly approached. Two Chimera armored vehicles, fully loaded with personnel and risking their lives to leave the camp, stopped at the edge of a flare emitting red smoke. Someone waved the flare to identify the target and slowly lower the thousand-dollar cargo.

When the container fell to the ground, the weight of the huge metal engine began to cause the ground to collapse. The obvious depressions were frightening. The entire ground was cracking. If the poison blade sank in at this moment, everything would fail...