Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

When Bordero emerged from the quagmire of the war, the haze that had plagued Karazha for thousands of years was swept away. They were devastated, but the good news could not be spread to the loyal Lord Magron, who was in the Lord's Fortress. He saw the light of the Emperor's statue in the core church, that is, the Piety Room. He was surrounded by four twisted monsters called Flagellants who were kneeling to worship the Emperor, as pious as he was.

Amidst the sudden roar and crackling of shells and pellets, the words of prayer gradually became clear.

"God Emperor, since Lord Saint Lord has given me the task, I am still diligent and diligent. Food is poured in and out. The loyal ones are saved from hunger because of your light, and the traitorous people starve to death because of your punishment. Those who are cruel and kind You are all, ever-changing and yet you are the same, you help when men, your descendants, fear, and you punish when heretics, your enemies, traitors abuse.”

"But I'm so stupid that I still don't understand why those heretics came from the void smelling my blood like bloodthirsty sharks about half a month after Lord Skadi left."

"Those people claimed that they deserved the punishment for my betrayal. They should want to eat me alive." After the words ended, the thunderous voice became louder, and those macro cannons opened up the heavy armor of the fortress bit by bit in the void. , whether it is a normal port or an underground dark port, whether it is an old clerk who has just woken up due to the arrival of the Lord of Skadi and has climbed to a high position, or a heir of a nobleman who has reached such a position based on his clan's age, all are Huddled like insects in a makeshift air raid shelter.

Only Lord Magron's praises continued in the church. "My Lord, my father, the one bestowed upon me by my flesh and blood, please give me warrior courage and give us hope in the long, soulless night of the void."

At the end of the words, a macro cannon fell to the ground, and countless working men and women in the industrial area inside the fortress were directly vaporized. The huge power shattered the cannonballs, and the high temperature caused the air to explode, interlocking with the complex equipment of the factory and its flowing source of power. , setting off a mushroom cloud, the heat wave spread to the Lower City through the air circulation equipment, raising the temperature of the entire fortress by 3-4 degrees, mixed with the smell of burnt bones and protein.

Anxiety is growing, and countless religious personnel, such as the most loyal priests or civilians who spontaneously believe and help them, form groups, guide people into air-raid shelters, distribute little food or water, and the galleon Karak in the void fights alone, The two Galaxy-class battleships tore at its flanks like hyenas until the area was completely scorched.

This is revenge for the betrayer, vicious, bad, and came for massacre from the beginning. A Knife-class high-speed armed transport ship is adhering to the gravity zone of the fortress and maneuvering to avoid the light of anti-orbital weapons or giant cannon, and injecting its own weak firepower downwards.

The roars and shouts of fanatical believers broke out inside the ship. It is difficult to describe whether there are too many specific differences between the Emperor's followers and the Chaos Gods' followers. However, given that Chaos belief can really change a person's physical physiology, the Emperor's followers Clearly purer.

victory? It's hard to call it a victory. Neither of these two is a flagship. There are only dilapidated remains in the void now, as well as the remains of those who are not dead but will soon die. However, the bombing of the Knife-class ships is still constant. Many people don't even know why they are still persisting. Just hold on because faith or those who have faith and are armed demand it.

The bright red cloak brushed the cheeks of each whipper, and the sound of the bare soles of the feet stepping on the cold ground made people tense up. Body fluids like saliva dripped on the ground. Inside the battleship, soldiers and soldiers were preparing to go. Those whippers met each other in battle, blood, projectiles, roars, flashing guns, broken shields, dead loyalists.

The captain ordered. "Turn right at full speed, then turn left immediately." This order was strange, but no one hesitated. After the rapid roar of the engine and the spray of the flank engine, the huge sailing ship began to move its body, while enduring the bombardment of the two battleships. The ship's bow drew an arc in the void, and the Galaxy-class one immediately followed. However, even though its body was smaller and its speed was faster, the large sailboat's arc was smaller in comparison, so they were even, but they still couldn't. If you put the bombardment at the right angle, this ship is too agile.

He is now waiting in the endless dark corner of the void. The flagship he is sitting on is not a war machine, but a camel. The huge body forms a strange shape of long parallel blocks, with an exposed hangar, pistons, copper pipes, and a gram. The Triax-class transport ship, also known as the Whale-class transport ship, is an Imperial Navy ship specialized in transporting personnel and equipment from the battlefield.

But they cannot completely destroy the defense capabilities here. Login is still out of reach. The core of the war is whether the Karak sailing ship will be defeated more than the massacre. The two Galaxy-class battleships rely on their smaller bodies to surround them. It looks like two planets orbiting a star, and even looks quite beautiful in the flash of cannonball light.

It was different from how Alain Bayer imagined that he would be discovered. On the contrary, he hid it very well, but the purple hand had already put its power behind this young man. There were external forces in this universe that added fuel to the fire, so he was just After declaring an attack here, the ships of three or four other lords joined, making his fleet even larger. But now it was just the prelude to revenge. He was still waiting for the others to arrive, and finally broke into the interior and took Magron's head.

When the small meditator array sends out messages, connecting the information interfaces of the whippers to transmit pheromones with commands, the naked monsters have strange subjective hallucinations in their minds, wearing golden armor, holding high flaming swords, and radiant humans. The Lord stepped out of the transport ship, which was too narrow for his body size, and shouted in the voice of Lord Magroon.

The irony is that he didn't even know that his father did not die at the hands of Magroon, but because of the arrival of the Imperial Guard War Lords. It was sent when En fired, and with the loss of warp transmission, he only got Betrayal, Magron, and the coordinates of this place.

Compared to the attackers, this was just a way to vent their anger. It was just the young Lord Weide's anger and emotions towards his father's death on this land, in the cold void, and towards the betrayer.

The burning flames sprayed in the transport ship, and the thin smoke from the fuel was no different from the incense in the church. The roaring whippers shook their timid chitin electric whips due to inertia, and the hymns and hymns in their minds The icon overlapped with the church where the lord was, and they seemed to hear the next conversation between Lord Magroon and the Emperor. To be precise, it was a prayer.

"Weapon system malfunction. The enemy deliberately stayed on the left side to avoid our weapon system. Captain, we can only be beaten." An information officer reported. The captain looked at the hologram simulating the void situation. One side of the large sailboat had already Completely bright red, showing a tired attitude.

"Go, go! My children, when the heretics turn their weapons, their projectiles, their fury upon us they cease to be fellow citizens, cease to be human beings, cease to be believers, tear their skins open and swallow Their flesh and blood, and the only command I give you is to slaughter, for me, for the Emperor!"

But this time it was caught off guard. The big sailing ship faced it from the front. When the enemy captain saw the big sailing ship suddenly turning around, slowing down and aiming at it, the warship had already begun to accelerate as fast as possible and was preparing to leave the area.

shouted the sailing captain. "Full speed ahead!"

The members of Karak's galleon were impatient because of this. They must defeat the enemy to ensure the power of the void, otherwise the entire territory will be in danger, and those believers or innocent emperor's children hiding in the dugouts will die. Therefore, the captain requested that the Lasher troops be launched. .

Those things formed a hymn that was repeated on the heretic's ship. The captain of the galleon looked at the situation here and spoke. "The battleship on the right has obviously slowed down. It seems to have a good effect, damn heretics!" He smiled happily. This was his happiest moment in this war so far, but the Galaxy-class armed ship on the left suddenly attacked. Several black macro cannons hit the carbonized side of the sailboat, and that smile disappeared fleetingly.

The Knife-class armed ships hit innocent people's houses with shells one after another, in factories that produce, or in churches that pray, or in schools that teach people's culture. All the good things are accompanied by the suffocating temperature and sultry heat. The heat waves set off by the shells were destroyed again and again.

A large sailing ship, hundreds of thousands of people, an entire city, everything constitutes the current situation. In comparison, if one life is used to convert time, they only gained a few microseconds, and adding those times together gave Magro En Lai Yong, not sure if they can wait until Bordeleau's return flight...

"If you really hear my words and are moved by compassion in your heart, then please let them succeed. But today I have given you so many rude requests, which is really helpless. If you really protect the children, but you are not satisfied Me, then take my life in the future..." He hit his head heavily on the dark alloy ground, boom, boom, boom, the fanatic's beating and the hot-melt drill cut through it, and the metal emitted a sound due to the high temperature deformation. Swelling, throbbing in unison.

However, that kind of purity could not reduce their fanaticism. When the entire ship moved forward at the fastest speed and killed the enemy, that emotion was stretched to the maximum, even a little distorted. After a few minutes, two moving metal machines Monster touch.

When the vibrations and noises caused by the vibrating piston engines and shellings overlapped with the complex conditions on the ground, Lord Magroon still knelt on the ground, letting the explosions convey the noise, but he sang devoutly. "God Emperor, your kindness is supreme." Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. "The loyalists are dying for the great dream. Their sacrifice is the cornerstone. At this moment, my child wields the sword of the warrior, kills the heretics, and uses his delicate soul to fight for the empire."

Many people cannot control their own destiny. In this dark universe, in the 40th millennium of human civilization, being weak is the biggest mistake. They don’t even know why they need to hide in this dark, humid and disgusting air raid shelter and eat dry and tasteless rescue food. Food is waiting for something, and I don’t know how those beings called heretics suddenly attacked here.

This is a twisted tactic that relies on the speed of the Kuaishou class, where half of its weight is the engine, to evade attacks, while simultaneously attacking the civilian areas of the fortress, avoiding the densely packed and extremely difficult-to-grab fortress equipment and defensive firepower, all for the purpose of killing civilians. A tactic born out of the common people, large ships contain the main force, and sword-class armed ships cut open their flesh and blood and drain away the blood bit by bit.

The positions of the whippers who followed him knelt on the ground, forming flower joints similar to the tree of life. It was difficult to imagine that this mortal had shed so much blood with his faith. Although he could not admit whether it was really effective, his perseverance and Loyalty cannot be argued with.

This behemoth retired from the Imperial Navy should have been abandoned from the place where she was produced, but many evil and ulterior deals brought her to this bitter and cold place.

They exchanged the cruel sacrifices of countless people who died silently in the void, were blown to death, froze to death, and suffocated for time, about a month? Half a month? One week? Even for days, no one knew.

Magron took the handkerchief handed over by the servant, wiped his forehead, and expertly disinfected it with alcohol. Soon his head would become flat and deformed by years of self-abuse, but to them it was a The emperor's approval.

The Emperor once again demonstrated his power with sacrifice and death, but the price was too heavy for this lord. They lost their void defense capabilities, and now they can only rely on existing reserves and the hope of not knowing when. .

The sound of sparks and metal crackling accompanied the enemy ship that was cut in half and the large sailing ship that lost 30% of its structure due to the impact. This thing that has been fighting for many years is now almost dead, although its core engine is still shaking. , the machine soul is also clear, but after losing a lot of structure, it is only a matter of time before it loses its ability to move.

Only Lord Magron stood up tremblingly from the blood-stained floor. The blood turned into a flower under the beautiful invisible lines on the complex black ground. The piece in the middle was filled with minced meat and fresh scars. The hardened skin on the wound, where Magron once knelt down, became the stamen of the flower.

Tens of thousands of innocent people die with every shooting. This is a tactic that the Imperial Navy disdains to use, but it is a good thing for the lords to insult each other. When your territory and your subjects, whether it is heartache for those lives or simply because there is no one Pain caused by taxation, destruction of ports, houses, and factories can be revenged to a great extent.

She functions like a Space Marine battle barge, but does not have significant firepower or the ability to launch drop pods.

Like other deployment or transport ships, the Quatreax class can carry more than one regiment of Imperial Guards and all associated military equipment.

In other words, the Avengers were preparing to break into this fortress from the beginning...