Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Today's fortress is covered with clouds. Those clouds are not weather in the physical sense, but volatilization and evaporation caused by bombing, forming dark clouds that float in the artificial sky of the asteroid fortress and block all the little heat. , here also ushered in the first seasonal change in thousands of years, and also the first cold winter.

People timidly looked out from the small observation window of the air-raid shelter, and at the same time they were worried that the macro cannon would fall again. They also saw those strange white elves slowly falling to the ground, covering the scattered corpses of the dead. Or covering them with a thick quilt among the ruins of a messy building, as the emperor's best gift to the dead, and also a test for the living.

what is that? This idea flashes through the minds of most people who have never left here in this life. Many people think that those are poisons sprinkled by heretics. That kind of cold can indeed make people's skin ulcer. They don't know that this is called frostbite because they have never seen it. In the cold winter, I have only seen living people starved to death, beaten to death, overworked, sick, shot to death, bleeding... There are too many, but this is the only one I have never seen.

Ignorant fear spreads like a disease. They don't even know that they should put on more clothes. Nowadays, ignorance is poison. Few religious people or clerks who are smart or have read classics or even small nobles with some conscience will be "generous". "Kindly" told them to wear more things, wear anything, hold something in front of them, use anything, and eat more food, warm food is best.

But why isn't such kindness a kind of "non-eating meat"? When a noble used throne coins to hire people to take care of his wine cellar and moved furniture during the war, this place that was supposed to be reserved for living people became his comfort zone. , and we have to get rid of those poor people and low-class people who seem to be eye-catching.

Priests or scholars prefer to stay in groups. Those who have knowledge have better value and better involved groups. They can communicate with the officers and the "thousands of stars" under the lord who manage everything in this place. On the contrary, only The laboring worker, the laundry woman, or the penniless person once again lost everything.

Another death was staged in front of the Emperor. This was a man-made doomsday. But what is even more sad is that this situation is not an exception at the end of the 40,000 years of human civilization. To be precise, this is the only one for the Empire. In an extremely small place, it has been performed hundreds of times within a few light years.

The official responsible for this incident was only in his personal underground thermal hut, wearing thick artificial fur, blowing out a burning pipe and inhaling and exhaling smoke rings, while all his other sources of power and stability were The wealth is all, trustworthy.

The lord entrusted him to record his blood with the Thinker Array. Only his and the lord's heartbeats could open the warehouse door. It was too normal to use public affairs for personal gain at this time.

Once again, like driving away fleas, he drove away hungry refugees or those who came to collect clothes after hearing the "friendly advice" of the nobles. In this way, he tasted for the first time the superiority of controlling other people's names. Although those refugees had no money or money, the lord and nobles could They are obviously not included.

In the rough palm of his hand was a gold coin inlaid with the emperor's head. Then he held the money and walked into the darkness. This is one of the greatest help that the rats in the dark can give to this fortress, and sometimes it determines the fate. A place not only of war and sacrifice, but also of murder and trial.

It is almost sold at a low price, and the price is much the same as when food is most abundant in normal times. However, human kindness is also the key to growing wings. Whether it is a caged bird or flying, it all depends on its choice. He is naturally diligent and sweeps away laziness. He held up his sleeves and put his palm into the skull scanner in front of the adamantine gate.

[However, I don’t have any objection to your allocation, I just think that the current residents need clothes, otherwise the subsequent reconstruction work will be very difficult. It is best to have some meat or grain.

"Drink?" His old memories gradually came back to life. When he was working hard as a servant, he often tasted this. It was gifted by its master. It was a rare blended wine that belonged only to successful people. It was commonly known as wild snake wine. Generally, there was something in it. There was a whole venomous snake soaked in it, but this bottle didn't have it, and it was clear and transparent. However, he still didn't drink it. Instead, he used his fingers, which had suddenly gained a lot of weight during this period, to open the folded paper under the bottle.

Love you, loyal servant stay. 】

I don't know if it was the strong alcohol or something else, but sweat covered his cheeks. He covered his face and thought, as if to relieve the feeling of strong alcohol, or fear. When he woke up again, a group of hungry refugees were kneeling at his door. forward.

"Apostle of the God Emperor, please give us a little food to survive the heresy's poison. Look, my child is sick!" The woman opened her child's thigh, and the frostbite had turned into a naked scar and was destroyed. The skin has been damaged, but this team of people are still wearing the linen short-sleeves they used to wear.

Nowadays, the cold wind is howling, white elves are falling from the dark clouds, and thick snow covers the streets like cotton quilts. Corpses and remains. Some people are so proud of their profits, some are defeated by the cold wind, and their lives are worse than death. Some people enjoy the fire, and their blood is noble. , this narrow place has also become a shrunken, miniature Engili space free roaming port.

He was puffing away, thinking a lot. He had already thought of ending the war, taking the money and flying away, buying a villa, becoming a master at the top of the nest overlooking everyone, and abandoning all the piety and loyalty he pretended to betray. Give back to your master.

[First, remember that Sir Weide is planning a betrayal. His source of power is not faith, but money. Your loyal team cannot take care of all aspects of tens of thousands of imperial citizens. For example, the dark port can still allow people to log in, and most of the lawless lunatics are easily bribed. You are a smart person, I don’t need to say anything more, remember, a void whale is waiting in your airspace, and its flanks are countless rotten insects and flies, waiting to eat you alive. ]

Drip, short, confirmed, and then the piston gears, turning mysteriously, the machine soul made a sound, and the endless food vault slowly opened, or fur clothing, or mountains of grains, even frozen fresh, frozen good meat, just a little cooking, you can fill your stomach.

They are familiar with the way, take away food, and exchange coins. Only the administrator repeatedly confirms the number, but stops at the closing time, because I don’t know when the empty path must be placed on the empty path for easy access. A bottle of liquid is placed on the bottom of the envelope.

After that, after Lord Magron finished praying for breakfast, a devout man who had only eaten two slices of bread, a glass of water and a small amount of vitamin medicine saw a bottle of wine in front of his bedroom. It was clear and transparent, and he thought it might be something left by the unbeliever, but he found something underneath it.

At the same time, a letter was stacked layer by layer, passed through the hands of those who knew, those who didn't know, stupid, and shrewd, and although the lord's palace was as solid as a rock, it was also entered casually.

The distribution officer took off his glasses with trembling fingers, he slowly put down the letter, and looked at the bottle of wine again. His fate was not in his own hands. He had experienced this feeling for most of his life, and now he knew that this matter was still in progress. He picked up the wine glass in his room, put the paper in the glass, poured in the bottle of transparent and clear liquor, waited for the wine to wet the entire paper, and then swallowed it whole.

In such a scene, there is a man dressed as a noble servant in the dark, throwing a throne coin. The gold coin rotates in the air and finally falls into his palm. He opens his hand and mutters to himself. "One side is the emperor, the other side is the king, one side is merciful, and the other side is punishing." Therefore, he knows many conspiracies and evil ways, so he understands more clearly that if he and other mortals want to spend their old age in peace, they must rely on the roots of the giant tree and under the dark clouds. And the entire Engili and its huge fortress group are not a miniature human empire. Loyalists, traitors, opportunists, warriors, and thousands of styles of human civilization can only be compressed in such a small place, and then violently and constantly collide. Dear Lord Magron, I said I am your loyal servant. I am sorry that I can't meet you at this moment, but because we are all loyal to a great soldier, although it is a temporary partnership, I still need to be responsible for you, my loyal and lovely colleague, my name is like that bottle of wine, but noble people like you probably don't know its name, so just call me Wild Snake. 】

Throne coin, throne coin, golden, can rotate, on the table, non-stop, the front is the emperor, the back is the king, dazzling, making people forget themselves, and its holder will be bewitched, thinking that he is the lord, or the emperor.

Until the shout of a lord's servant interrupted his thoughts, the tall and thin messenger shouted. "Good day, sir, as usual, three throne coins, thirty catties of grain, send three catties of meat, no inferior goods are allowed, my master is in the planetary guard, serving as a major in PDF!"

He ignored the wine and opened the letter. The words on it were clear, but it made the lord sweat.

[I shouldn't have been so ostentatious and risked sending the letter, so please destroy it after reading it. There are only two reasons why I left the letter, one is for war, and the other is for the future. 】

Others looked at it and then kept silent, because everyone here was extremely suitable for wearing this suit.

Its leader could have joined the team holding rose knots, representing the holy flame, become a superior person, command the imperial army, learn psychic secrets, and get in touch with the real secrets, but now, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a pawn of criminals, destined to be abandoned after his rabbit is dead.

The neat words on it read. [Dear distributor, Mr. Almiron, good day, I am your loyal servant, I have no name, I can only be called this wine, it is absolutely non-toxic, but even if there is no poisonous snake soaked in it, I still keep 80% of the bitter flavor of the venom, but it is difficult to say that it can be called the original name. I think it is a bottle of new wine, and it retains the old flavor, just like how you treat the warehouse. ]

The middle-aged official who drank the bottle of wine at this moment seemed to have changed into a different person, he said kindly. "Oh my god, this is called frostbite. Come on, come into my room. There is some hot water on the table. It's warm. Use a cloth to wet it and then apply it. Remember to dry it before going out. It must be absolutely dry. Those who can move, come with me to get some clothes and food. Also, don't be afraid. That's called snow outside. It's a natural phenomenon." He called people in, and the refugees thanked him as if they were thanking an emperor.

He said jokingly to the other brothers who were drinking and smoking in the wooden house. "How is it, does this suit fit?"

Who did it? He was not clean, and he picked it up timidly, just because such a strange thing must not be left in the warehouse. He returned to the room, took out the monocular glasses, inlaid with gold wire, so gorgeous, and opened the bottle of stuff, lowered his head and smelled it boldly.

The distribution officer's fingers trembled slightly. He looked around, took off his glasses, took a long breath, looked at the empty ceiling and thought for a long time, and then lowered his head again.

Facts have proved that this organization has been working hard in this place for longer than most people imagine. If it weren't for the sins committed by the Grand Inquisitor, this huge group of monks could have lived a stable life.

Categorized and stored in order, the servants of the lord's family walked in, tightened their collars because of the coolness, stole the food bit by bit like ants or moths, and then filled the surface with the ones in the middle that were not easy to be found, and still had a full warehouse.

In the corrupt and dilapidated wooden house, this place was not favored by bombing because of its remoteness. In this dark and humid place, Mr. Sheye, who was like a mouse, sorted out his clothes. He was wearing a set of empire standard punishment uniforms and inferior bulletproof armor. People wearing this clothes would either be imprisoned or sent to the Punishment Corps, which was the notorious Astra Military Criminal Corps, the final destination of prisoners.

I understand that you feel there is no hope here, but I ask you to wait a little longer, and not give the food to the gluttons, but to the hungry people, and someone will double your reward for your actions. At the same time, as most people understand the teachings of the Emperor, the rewards are great, and the punishment for betrayal is also there.

In this cruel human civilization of 40,000 years, the difference between the weak and the strong is only a word, a life, or even just luck. The lucky ones can come from the sky and take away everything from the original hard-working people, while those who are unlucky and not favored by the Emperor need to do their best just to survive, but Sheye does not hate this world because of this.

[Second, I don't know what our master is doing, but I know what diseases are in your territory. We are not pesticides, but we can kill them physically. Although we have spent a lot of energy on this, we are still working hard for you, so please erase or skip the accidental deaths during this period. Secondly, please throw about 3,000 throne coins into the fountain in the garden on the right side of your bedroom tomorrow, which is the standard Terra day of the Imperial calendar, July 30, and wrap it up in a black package. ]

[So far, I wish you good luck, and this is not blackmail, we are all making profits. If you don't want your things to be emptied, please take the trouble to spend money. After all, my friends are not the tireless iron men in the legend.

——Love you, loyal servants stay. ]