Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Xu Xu smoke rises from the barren metal surface. This is the war proposed by the arrogant orcs, and they pay the price called death. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard carry huge oil tanks on their backs, and the promethium flamethrowers are swallowing the orcs' bodies with flames. Flesh and blood, as well as the ground they polluted, although there is no research to show that the metal earth can breed those things, it is worth using a small amount of fuel to exchange for a thousand years of peace here, even if it is quite peaceful.

The Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction returned from pressing down on the orc leader. His servant's head was roughly bandaged with linen to stop the bleeding, and several pieces of rotten flesh were tightly trapped. He held the Master Chief's helmet and used his few remaining Apply knowledge to report to your loyal master. "Your eye designator is fine, but the auspicious auspicious device and sensors were disabled by the Orks' weapons."

"The vibration of those rocket launchers happened to destroy the lenses at a certain frequency. I think these beautiful lenses were made by the gods of the alien faith."

Alien? The Master Chief's thoughts stopped briefly. He realized that those things were not cracked by the cannonballs, but him. There would be no problem even if the Astartes equipment exploded countless times near the cannonballs. Then there was only one possibility. , his uncontrollable psychic talent is becoming more and more powerful, from vague precognition to now affecting reality.

He originally thought that this matter would take more than ten years, at least a few years, so that he could complete the current difficulties and find a master who could control such crazy abilities, but he ran out of time. The war and emotions made those powers more and more unstoppable. Controlling the situation, and even almost causing the battle to get out of control, the Master Chief shook his head in rapid thinking. "No, not an orc."

"Who is that?" the servant asked doubtfully, and the Master Chief just looked at the orc. "Wait until we put him in a cage."

"You can say anything in front of me, and I will tell you the truth." Umurui lowered his head now, just because the cold restraint made of alloy pressed his one arm and face to the ground, and his body was in shame. He was unable to work properly and was being pulled by a heavy tracked vehicle like a cargo. Now he had many teeth missing and his speech was weak. He was once arrogant, but now he was in a state of embarrassment. The Master Chief climbed onto his huge body, and the weight of that punch made him His memory was fresh.

Now that the king of the orcs is just a prisoner, he is still in the mood to joke. After all, the winner is the king or the loser, and he doesn't have much emotion for this world. After all, he just drove a car and had the most exciting time in his life. Although those space warriors They are not dead, they are too strong, and they can get up from the ground after being blown up.

Umurui was not satisfied with this alone, but when he saw the devastation of the human guard camp, his big mouth couldn't help but grin.

However, he was soon pressed into a dark prison. People cared more about the winner than the ruined loser. Those people were waiting for the Lord of Skadi to step down from the landing point of the camp. Although he did not come in person, But the soldiers here admire them extremely. Without his command, most of the people here would not have survived.

His eyes suddenly turned a frightening purple color in the intense emotion, and crackling lightning flashed past him, and was extinguished very quickly because of the Lytlin boy's untouchable status. If it weren't for the huge power of the Space Marines, Will, he may have been unable to bear the power of the Lytlin boy and tore him apart.

"No wonder those purple-clawed shrimps are so afraid of you. You are the most difficult shrimp I have ever seen. It's not like we haven't had shrimps or bean sprouts to attack us for so long, but there are only a few who can step into my fortress and eat me." You are the only one who charges, ha!" He looked a little crazy and twisted, and his body began to lose weight due to failure. If he had the chance, he could commit suicide, and probably this orc would kill him without hesitation.

Alan Bair just looked at him, as if to see his desire and humanity in this monster, and finally he smiled and then spoke. "I can have all the dirty cars that are still usable welded together, fill them with fuel, and make the most noise, and then trap you on top, and make you move forward as fast as you can, charge, charge, until the engine explodes due to overheating, and let you You died in a series of explosions and deaths."

Alan Bair lowered his head and thought. The Master Chief will definitely become a Gray Knight. With his psychic strength and willpower, he is a gift from the Emperor. However, he cannot take any chances. It is obviously best to go to the infamous black ship. The answer, but he couldn't give up this opportunity. It was unclear whether awakening psychic powers before the war was a curse from the gods or a gift from the emperor. He liked taking risks. If he really couldn't control it, he would deal with the Master Chief, so he spoke .

At this moment, Alan Bair thought about why the damn traitor was not afraid of the orc attack. It turned out that the orcs were all in the same group with them. Those killings, those cruelties, deaths, and now the ruins of Karazha, those heretics have no humanity...

Others were speechless, whether they were the closest mortal servants, Skadi warriors, or ensigns. Fortunately, Miss Inquisitor did not come this time, otherwise this matter would not have ended well.

There was a disgusting feeling coming out of him. He had sent away countless scum, but those things in the empire were like weeds with roots, forever endless. However, Alan Bair's thoughts were not affected, and he spoke . "Symbols, any symbols, what symbols are there on the ships of those members of the Purple Hand?"

His question is very direct and effective. Within the empire, whether legal or illegal, everyone has their own circle. Unless you have the courage to cross the void without supplies and recognition, then they must have a legal identity to settle down, so human ships must There are symbols to represent who it belongs to.

Alan Bayer stepped up to him, military boots clattering under his feet. He lowered his head and tried his best to look at the man he had defeated until Alan Bayer asked. "What do you know? About those purple guys..."

The Master Chief spoke, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the place. The dead orc corpses were nearby, with a fishy smell and darkness. People couldn't see clearly what the expression of this man who had been at war for many years looked like now.

"And now..." Just as Alan Baier was about to explain the situation, the leader spoke.

Alan Bair looked at the embarrassed beast, smelling the smell of blood and resentment here, and spoke with satisfaction. "The losses of Karazha's soldiers were only half, and Skadi's troops were less than one-tenth. This victory came extremely smoothly."

"I don't want to explode like that crazy "Von" noble and kill my brothers and friends on the battlefield. Before those weird spiritual powers reach their limit, I hope to go to the black ship of the Tribunal and let the Imperial Duke You have the right to judge whether I will stay or go," he said piously.

The leader responded immediately after hearing this. "The triangle, there's a spiral in it, I don't know what it is, but they have those things on their ships."

"I, ha, I don't know." He grinned, and his scattered teeth were very conspicuous in the dark cell. They were white, and at the same time carried the rancid smell of the orcs. He began to wither. The orcs who did not kill were like no orcs. Plants in the sun will wither very quickly, but if they are allowed to play at full strength, they can grow into behemoths that even the empire fears.

Alan Bayer spoke subconsciously. "Psychics... and they are not weak. Most of the psykers I have seen cannot trigger those next to untouchable people. This can also explain why there are many miracles around you, evil gods or emperors, they have a You are favored, and I hope that that kind god should be the master of mankind."

And the Master Chief answered. "I also hope that this is a gift from the Emperor, but the Destruction Eagle has no think tank, I have no teachers, and the Chapter Chaplain is far away. I have to choose. I originally thought that I could suppress it for decades with my strong self-control. to complete the task, but the reality is that I have reached my limit now.”

"Believe me, the only god I know who is so benevolent is the Emperor. Master Chief, I will convince Inquisitor Nova to let her make an exception and teach you psychic powers. All you need to do is turn your power into a blade." , piercing the heart of the enemy." Alan Bayer has scorned those things. If they continue to maintain the empire's old system at this moment, they will not be too far away from failure. Everything needs to be exceptions now.

"First of all, I am just a body of flesh and blood. Lieutenants, lords, and soldiers, if you don't care about other things, peel off my armor of war, and then enhance the functions on my body that are actually just tools to help me perform my duties, it will be useless. Put it aside, I’m only human.”

"My war in Loander was a not outstanding but crucial war in my many years of life. In comparison, I think more about Minati's fighting in the forging world and the Partoria Army. What makes my memory more vivid is, of course, the encounter with Mr. Alan Bair, but the blood and flesh of the heretics who manipulated psychic powers in large quantities during that war changed me, and I..."

The orc couldn't help but swallow his saliva, ran wildly on a dry and painful metal land, and died in the end. For him, it was just the best death. It was wonderful, beautiful, enough, waaagh, compared to this dark day. The dungeon is so dry that it dries up to death... He answered without hesitation. "I don't know much. Those shrimps are very mysterious and strange, and they can do tricks. The best psychic boys I have ever seen are not as good as them."

Alan Bair nodded, and the leader seemed to have been saved. He grinned like a child taking credit, but what awaited him was not a crazy rush, but a hot ray that penetrated his head, the Lord of Skadi There was no time to wait, and no time to play those twisted games with an alien. The orc's huge body drooped down, and the blood moistened the floor of this dark room.

"Boss?" This word cheered up the lost orc leader. He originally planned to wait for death here without eating or drinking. He raised his head and saw the soldier in a twisted posture with great reluctance. He murmured in a hoarse voice. "Are you the leader of those boys? In the end, you didn't even show up, so I lost, haha."

Although the person who made the final decision was the Eagle of Destruction, ordinary soldiers obviously worshiped this legend even more, especially the people of Karazha. They had never felt that war could be so easy. Their fate had caused them to be defeated by the orcs several times in recent times. , those hatreds were so completely dispersed that they all saluted the transport plane moving downward in the distance. Those pious people were like a group of believers.

"Call the cleanup team to come in, and then I'll tell you about the situation here, such as the things I asked the orcs, or..." His words suddenly stopped, because the Master Chief stretched out his hand to express himself with a "wait" gesture. Feeling.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, and you should understand that I am not a god."

Alan Bair only came down to examine the orc leader. He hastily walked out of the crowd surrounded by Catachan. He walked into the camp where the orcs were held in a hurry, and destroyed the Eagle Chief, the second lieutenant, the Letling boy and Catachan. Sergeant Chang was waiting, and the second lieutenant saluted immediately when he saw his boss. "Mission accomplished, boss."

"Secondly, I need to confess this to you. There is something existing in the haze of this star region, like a lonely ghost that will never stop."

"Judgment? That's not necessary. Let Miss Judge be your teacher. Her spiritual power is absolutely sufficient. As for the Tribunal, as long as you don't step out of this star area, even one of the most powerful institutions in the empire can't Let you step into the Black Ship, don't forget, I killed the Grand Inquisitor, and the foundation of the Inquisition here is unstable. "

"Hehe, they brought me a lot of food, all kinds of things, and I just need to help them break into the house of my mortal enemy. I will send troops as soon as I get the order. It's quite pleasant. The strong shield Xiami is not here, and his big beard It always distracts me. The first time I hit the core of Xiami City, haha, I won, so I am already half satisfied. A good match left half, and now I want to have a better ending. It’s really Bless me!”

"Master Chief, I believe in your loyalty and willpower. Even if it is really the evil conspiracy of the Chaos Gods, I will not be afraid, because you have spoken out. I know what they are thinking better than anyone else. If If I really want to take your soul, you have no chance to speak."

"Everyone, you must listen to me. You are all my best comrades. It's a pity that the company commander is not here. He is responsible for the whole process and directs the fighting brothers. I will report this matter to him later. Now I am just talking privately. ”

But the Master Chief just said uncertainly. "That kind of psychic power is so terrifying, the mere leakage tore apart the internal systems of my helmet, and I'm not sure I can master it."

Alan Bair just showed a cold expression at this moment, just like when he poisoned thousands of lives here with hunger. "Then I will personally ask you to see the Emperor and solve your problem in front of his throne." Then he changed the topic.

"Now, you are a rare think tank in the Destruction Eagle Chapter. I will ask the company commander to agree to this matter."

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