Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The loyal advice gave the lord a rare opportunity to think about things other than faith. Although the advice in those letters had a strange smell of wine and dark dampness, he was not sure whether he could trust such a person, as he and the words in his words said. As loyal as he is, the human heart is separated by the skin, and the skin cannot be seen at this moment, but Lord Magroon has no choice. His cronies have been lost in the war, and his control is getting worse and worse. He will stay on the galleon forever due to the war. When he was in the void, he had no one to rely on.

There is a kind of bloody wind flowing slowly in the cold air. Is the letter addressed to the person behind it, or the greedy person who really threatens the territory, or is it the undercurrent that cannot be suppressed in the human heart, as in Mage In Lord Ron's hometown, such a thing can be suppressed by burning a few people in the name of the Emperor's Thunder, and then dispatching bailiffs to clean it up.

At this moment, Lord Magroon, who regarded himself as a preacher, rarely felt homesick for returning to his hometown, and that disloyal thought was swept away in just a few moments by the loyalty accumulated over the years. Just because God bless me. host.

He never worried. This was the secret to his success in life. The Emperor could protect him, just like He did for thousands of people in the Empire, and never complained. Ah, no one in this world can compare to the Emperor. Lord Magroon's heart was once again filled with throbs of great achievements, and just as his thoughts were so pure, all his actions were just to get a little closer to the emperor's light personally.

He has a kind of optimism similar to that of first love, with a smile always on his cheeks, accompanied by complex and melodious scriptures, and a thin body. Even when the cold winter comes, he is still wearing the not-so-gorgeous robe with an old handle. His long staff had more than 40 dogmas totaling 30,000 words copied by himself, so he could reach the pinnacle of those fanatical believers.

He arranged his clothes, called the servant, and asked him to call the distributor. He was a native of this fortress and a new man recruited after the shortage of personnel. He was experienced, intelligent, in good health, very capable, and Read the scriptures thoroughly.

About two hours passed, and it wasn't until the middle-aged man knocked on the door of his room that the world was awakened by the sound of a banging sound, and the pious man didn't speak. "Please come in."

The man walked into the door. He was wearing a thick brown fur coat with snowflakes on his shoulders and head. He was wearing single-lens glasses and a small mustache hanging on his cheeks. He looked pious and warm, and he spoke politely. "Almiron, glad to oblige."

He had just crossed the road blocked by thick snow. Even though the tracked vehicle carrying him was very fast, he was still worried about whether the bombing would continue. Even the thick snow and dark clouds could not erase his timidity, but the Emperor Emperor's blessing, he bows to the lord now, as if it was yesterday, enjoying the thick void shield and dense defensive firepower of the lord's fortress, feeling safer than anyone else.

Such an honor, after all, he can no longer make money from his job, and he has no memories of it anymore. It is better to hide here and wait for the rain to clear up and the smile to hang on his cheeks again.

"Yes, sir, your piety will definitely illuminate the way forward."

A heat wave swept through the streets, and the long-lost hot wind came with the suffocating smell of sulfur. The driver speeded up, because the landing point of the second macro cannon was probably near their destination. According to the standard filling requirements, the next salvo would be at least It takes 4 minutes, but it's still not optimistic enough for them.

"We can go underground, or..." he said worriedly. "No matter what, we cannot lose a ruler like you."

This force like a natural disaster was created by humans in this hell-like void. Just an armed ship without even a light spear can have such terrifying power, enough to kill any civilization that has no ability to step out of its own planet. .

Lord Magroon did not answer. Couldn't he see this man's heart? No, he has no one left, and the fact that he is not dead means that he obeyed the arrangement of the wild snake. Then, fate has chosen to use him as a pawn to facilitate what happened now.

He answered methodically and gave a rather vague possibility, while Lord Magroon said firmly. "Get in the car, take us there, and find that guy." He tightened his thin clothes. The servants were agitated by these words. Almiron once again gained their trust, but he also began to murmur in his heart. If he really found out who knew the truth, As a person, he can rise to the top, but if he doesn't, this incident will inevitably be remembered. It's just that he was invited here by the lord. If he doesn't make any achievements, the situation will only be worse.

It's just that the worry didn't exist. When Almiron put the clean lenses on his eyes, his right eye clearly saw a flicker of coccyx through the dark clouds. It was blue, clear, beautiful, and deadly!

"Profit?" He thought of many answers, but he did not think about this one. This was different from his life. In his eyes, money had nothing to gain. It was meaningless to be full of flesh and blood. When the soul came to the golden throne due to the collapse of the body, Serving the Emperor, that stuff isn't even close to trash.

He is a man who knows how to pursue benefits and avoid disadvantages. In this dark forty thousand years, he will definitely live a long life, and the black private hover car that represents the authority of the lord sitting on his seat is in the dark ruins and milky white. As he advanced on the snow, he couldn't help but look at the mutilated ruins on the roadside and asked. "Sir, aren't you afraid of being bombed?!"

"What power? Make them so loyal to those things?" Lord Magroon didn't quite understand. Apart from the emperor, what else could make people so devoted to one thing? But places like Dark Harbor are not just about smuggling. Heretical and alien products make people even more depraved and disgusting. Unless people who come from such places are subjected to vicious witchcraft, they will never be so reliable. It is this gap that makes him interested.

He said subconsciously. "What a beautiful battleship tail, you can actually see it here, but we..." He swallowed his saliva, and then thought about who was on the periphery that was riddled with holes, making the temperature-generating artificial wall unable to generate heat. made.

The middle-aged gentleman looked at the fireball gradually falling from the sky and suddenly shouted to the driver. "Go to the path on the right. There is an abandoned factory where explosives are made. The site is quite resistant to explosions." This was his memory when he was working as a coolie here before. The experience was that his seemingly Under the cruel background of terrible luck, no one who can survive in this dark forty thousand years is an economical lamp.

"Sir, do you know about the black market?" He rolled his eyes. Although his morals are not good, he may have good abilities. During the conversation just now, he thought of a way, a not-so-easy way.

That word, black market, made Magroon the Loyalist look disgusted. "Knowing that there are vicious witchcraft products made by heretics and aliens and a place where people who betray the emperor's teachings gather. They can do it for a little pleasure, better food, or even hallucinogens, or to make their genitals * Adjuvant taking risks, crazy place.”

Almiron replied. "No, sir, that's a place I shouldn't touch. At least I don't know the people involved. Dark harbors are places where people selected by the lords to live who are completely isolated from the bright side. The level of confidentiality is comparable to a top-secret institution. Anyone who comes out of it, whether they are sneaking out, being hired, or passing by, will subconsciously keep it secret." He emphasized the inexplicable synergy of these strange people. Anyone who enters there and comes out will become tight-lipped.

It’s just that people’s emotions and understanding must be different, the lord interrupted him and asked. "So those great interests really have such magic power to prevent us from entering that dark smuggling den?"

The driver immediately turned, making a huge arc across the road, and hit it to the right. The front of the car just happened to slide from the path into an iron fence gate like a loach, and then the impact force knocked the uncontrollable floating car away. The metal fence was rolled up abnormally, but fortunately it was not locked in this abandoned place, allowing the car body to still move forward.

"Sir, not everyone is as pure, smart, and wise as you. They are destined to be driven forward by money. Those things can easily become the cornerstone of people's lives. Materials are most of the things that make up this world, such as He has nothing to wear and nothing to eat, so money is everything, it is dignity, honor, the future, hope, self, and ladder." Almiron became more and more excited, and his words were partly based on his own experience. As the cliché goes, those who pity people must have...

The lord had to start thinking about how to find a new path, but time waited for no one, so he asked again. "Then do you have anyone you know or..."

His sensitive nerves told him that something was going to happen, and he would be involved in it, so involved that a little fly like him couldn't even resist, and could only drift with the current until he was submerged by the fast river, and at the same time even if He's a fortress lord and probably just a bigger bug.

At the same time, his feeling was quite accurate, Magron replied. "The war is going to continue. I have received information. The enemy is going to attack the Dark Harbor and start logging in. We need to restart the armed system there and stop their blasphemous plan. When the Emperor entrusts this matter to me, I need you. Such, loyal, smart and sincere people who are born here help.”

"I have another mission and commission from the emperor here, which is related to the future of this place. That is, can you help me find the dark harbor?"

As expected, they plunged into the thick warehouse again, and violent temperatures and explosive tremors followed, but no one closed the dilapidated door of the warehouse. Almiron got out of the car immediately, but the heat wave Already coming.

Lord Magron said. "I died because the Emperor no longer needed me to work. I lived only to maintain what the Emperor needed me to do. If the heretic shells really fell and hit me, as long as the Emperor still needs me, I will be safe and sound." His piety convinced Almiron, and it's strange that the middle-aged gentleman wiped his glass lenses and kept making personal sarcasm about this matter in his heart and answered.

To this, Almiron responded immediately. "It's profit, sir." He understood this quite well.

The lord calmly began to sing praises to the Emperor and declared that this was a test for himself. At the same time, his thin body was also weakened by the cold. Flames and death, that is, those macro-cannons were ready to go. At this moment, it seemed that those beliefs were probably He couldn't be saved, but Almiron could.

Now, whether it is loyalty or interests, he has no right to choose. Fulfilling the emperor's requirements for him is his entire goal. Therefore, when the car moves quietly in the snow and gets closer to the destination, Magron The lord's inner patience with this useful guy was a little less.

Almiron subconsciously put the single lens he bought from the black market into his pocket and answered. "Yes, sir, they are all despicable and disgusting people, but they are not worthless. On the contrary, many members of Dark Harbor have a very close relationship with the black market. Although I don't know where Dark Harbor is, I know where the black market is, because I We have led a raid there. If there were members selling items inside when the raid started, and they happened to enter the air-raid shelter in the black market area because of the raid, then we would have traces to follow."

The house leaked and it rained all night. At this moment, the car was deeply embedded and hit something soft. The body of the car was stuck by some soft tissue and it couldn't move. It was impossible to reverse the car and block the door.

"Sir!" He looked sideways at Lord Magroon's side face. The gloom rarely climbed onto this optimistic man's face, which turned pale due to the cold. When the thunder suddenly hit, the violent flash and heat from the macro cannon engulfed the front. The rubble and debris were overturned, and the high temperature caused the snow to melt into water. The dark ground and the holes made by the smash were clearly visible. The entire car body trembled, even though the distance was dozens of kilometers away.

But Lord Magroon said quickly. "There is no need to be polite, especially you, who have worked hard for the territory and worked hard for me. Sir, if you hadn't helped me hand over the things of the previous lord, that is, the inheritance of Baron Leonard, I would not have been able to control this place so well. Fortress!" He almost said with a smile, and the breeze-like atmosphere made Almiron feel like a spring breeze, but the feeling passed by in a flash, and the lord continued to ask.

Almiron came back to his senses. He realized that he had just lost his temper. Money was full of magic, but power was still valuable. He needed to help the lord and get more.

Almiron immediately knelt down on one knee, just like a knight facing his lord. "The honor is extremely high, but sir, I don't know the specific location of that evil dark harbor. In this fortress, that place is absolutely dark. People who live under the light cannot find the shadow in the haze. Even if There is nothing I can do." His words were filled with sincere apologies, which were the result of repeated practice with the mirror and tape recorder at home.

This is a forbidden word. The longer people live here, the more they understand what this place represents. It is a gathering of violence. It is completely different from the normal world of this fortress. If you don't have the ability, you will be eaten up. Therefore, after a brief thought, the egoist asked the lord a question for the first time. "My lord, why do you want to know there."

Until the heat wave swept over, Almiron covered his face, but just as the lord said, with the blessing of the emperor, a man in robes suddenly appeared and closed the heavy creaking door. His withered body tried his best to hold the door, and Almiron followed. , and so did the driver. The three of them clung to the door. After a few breaths, the temperature dissipated, and Almiron gasped. "The Emperor's blessing, thank you, what is your name, and what reward do you want?"

The robed man replied breathlessly. "I don't have a surname, my name is Chester. I'm older, so everyone likes to call me Old Chester. I'm a statistician." He said with lingering fear, with a shriveled face exposed under the robe. "There is no need for reward. You killed the villain who wanted to kill me for eating meat and robbing supplies. It's true, the Emperor bless..."

At this moment, everyone discovered that in front of the dark suspended car, the thing that made the engine exposed due to the impact unable to start was a mass of blood and flesh, with something like rags of clothing and human-like limbs. It was obviously... a remains, at least it had been there before. That's right, human beings.