Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Old rust, blood, the unpleasant smell of promethium from the engine, and the liquid dripping from the lump of inhuman flesh, such a chaotic and disgusting place, a great lord, a loyal servant, and a miserable person who is at a loss what to do. people gathered together.

In this small warehouse, from the highest to the lowest, four people and four positions are connected to form a long line that is unrelated to each other but closely connected. Destiny is flowing, and it can no longer be seen clearly from people's hearts and palms. Connected into a vague destiny.

But no one knew that this period of time was as special as it was painful and lucky for old Chester, when he was dumping his goods as usual, a shady batch of Eldar artefacts.

Because after his life was awakened by the dust of Lord Alan Bair's cloak, he entered into vengeful evil.

He doesn't have a bad heart, and he doesn't like too many material things, because he has no actual needs, and he doesn't have time to leave the dark harbor for too long, but even so, he still steals and sells those priceless, shady things with a vengeance.

Then the bombing came, and deaths continued. In a hurry, he did not squeeze into the air-raid shelter because of his old age, but he discovered this warehouse. He even had time to go to stores and houses to pick up items for his own use during the gap between bombings and the cold winter.

Until a gangster pried open the door of the warehouse and fought with him by chance. The villain needed his flesh, blood, clothes, and supplies, until the emperor's luxury car crashed into the place.

He still thanked me profusely and said. "The Emperor's blessing, if it weren't for your arrival, I would not exist in this place. Even if the edge of the car once brushed against my skin, it would still be good for me." His words were inexplicably negative. , Lord Magron stepped down from the car body and said. "Poor child, lost lamb, your words are full of confusion and trouble, timidity and pain."

Old Chester could feel that he was as kind as a father. He had never seen his parents in his life. This feeling made him subconsciously thank him. Even if the lord did nothing, that kind of charm belonged only to pious people. "Thank you, my lord."

Magron asked him. "Why thank me, for I am a lord?"

And his criticisms were spot on. How an old man could express the value of his existence, old Chester couldn't tell, he could only say. "I'm good at clearing and counting. No matter how much goods there are, I can count them clearly, one by one."

It is one of the three large camps in the rear fortress. Defense Battalion 34 and the PDF stationed therein, the local 46th Defense Army was selected, with approximately 20,000 troops, plus the lord's private army of 10,000, for a total of 30,000 people, and Assembling the army and communicating with all levels, the distribution officer still used his lord's family crest and majesty to arrange things in an orderly manner. It must be said that he is obviously a person who cannot be replaced, but he often thinks of himself as a lonely person in the mist. Zhou, although accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, he is still too vigilant.

"Oh ~ What a great ideal and dedication, sir, sir, but you are skinny and weak, what can you do to help us?" Almiron Distributor sensitively realized that this man was the same as the lord like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. , he would not condone the possibility of a person reaching a position as high as his, such as becoming a confidant or right-hand man of a fortress lord.

Wild Snake thought for a moment. "Hell, I saw hell." He suddenly changed the subject, took out a set of playing cards from his pocket, and said. "It will take some time to arrive. Does anyone want to have a try?"

Flagellant... this term flashed through Wild Snake's mind. He almost stared blankly at the monster born for war. Although he was often in danger, this was the first time for war...

"Yeah, suffering is good." He watched the car body gradually sinking into the dark interior of the factory, shuttling through the criss-crossing conveyor belts. He came here just to protect the lord, and he was not sure that this time Whether Bitter's defense can win or delay for enough time, he is a person who can't afford to gamble, which is why he is always busy.

"A landing battle?" An old school-level officer couldn't help but ask. To be honest, the pdf here has not fought an infantry battle for hundreds of years. Although there were private soldiers brought by the lord to assist, their soldiers seemed too due to lack of combat experience.

Old Chester answered. "Because you let me see the light that I shouldn't have. Even if it's all fake, just like the car will kill me if it deflects just a little, but so what. The result is help, so that's no problem."

The driver urged him hurriedly, because they didn't have much time. If they didn't want to be roasted by the macro cannon, it was best to get out of here quickly, Almiron replied. "Yes, yes, yes!" He looked impatient and impatient.

The officer looked at the destination with binoculars in hand and said. "I didn't expect that next to the cosmetics my wife bought, there might be alien evil creations ready to be sent to the hands of the nobles." His tone was a bit playful, but more dissatisfied with the previous lord for doing this.

Almiron just sat with his legs crossed in the uncomfortable seat of the armored vehicle. "So what, there are a lot of unclean things in this world. Some people can take food out of the mouths of homeless people." His words were self-deprecating, but the officer just answered with a smile. "But my wife is not a refugee. She is the most beautiful woman in the entire neighborhood and the wife of a major. How can we compare?"

But before old Chester could answer, the "loyal" Almiron suddenly pushed the lord away and said. "Sir, stay away from this nonsense person. I have managed a port before and there is no such employee. At least his clothes do not meet the requirements." The urgent tone certainly did not reveal his timidity, but he realized He was very close to something, and this had already hit his interests.

The soldiers nodded. "Yes, sir, that's great." Wild Snake arranged the playing cards, shuffled them like a dealer, and then said. "Draw one for me first. That one will represent the next luck. It's a very accurate divination."

The young man pointed to his neck and said. "Don't ask any questions. Let me lend you your car. Also, bring out the kettles."

However, he did not hate his toiling fate, and his brothers also walked in here one after another, because if they wanted new stability, they had to pay something. Fortunately, the guards in this place are all idiots, and his subordinates used the status of officers Entering one after another, many positions have been occupied.

"Sir, you?"

"There is no time to hesitate, sir. You would rather hide here and watch the bombing, but if you don't hinder the enemy, those people will rush into the bunker or air-raid shelter to massacre. Don't think there will be anyone alive!" Almiron has already seen it! After clarifying the current situation, either fight or die, his words were like nails piercing into the officer's heart. The old colonel looked at the others and shouted. "Let's go!"

Vehicles, trucks, and personnel carriers were moving forward against the wind and snow under thick dark clouds. These things effectively slowed down the speed. Although the war was urgent, it still took them half a day to reach their destination. At the same time, the private soldiers of the lords who set off had already begun. Clean up here.

This place is not deserted as most people imagine. It is a place far away from the city but still inhabited. It is a logistics factory that uses its thousands of employees to meet the transportation needs of the entire city. It is a concentration of blood vessels, and there are also people nearby. There are many private houses, large and small, that have been bombed.

The major muttered to himself. "Smart guy." Then he said to the soldier driving the car. "Send him to park near the entrance and see if he can remain calm after those heretics put a gun to his head."

He sighed and said. "The enemy is about to attack. We need to set up defenses and resolve the matter, for the sake of the Emperor and this territory."

"You are an employee of the port, why have I never seen you?" This sentence caught Magron's attention. He had preached at the port, but he had never seen this old man, as he said. , must be an impressive person.

The soldiers raised their kettles doubtfully, and the officer raised a transparent glass bottle. Each person filled it up and poured a lot. Someone lifted the kettle and smelled it.

Old Chester just said categorically at this moment. "I have worked all my life for an ulterior port. I know all the flowers and plants there. Every transaction flows through my hands. Sir, this is all I have. If you need it, I will give it to you!" "

A truck was filled with about dozens of tall giants with muscular bones and twisted bodies. They were placed in the middle of the naked outer shed like a cross feeding trough for livestock, and stimulants, medicines, and muscles were continuously fed into them. Strengthening pills.

But no one noticed that in the crowd, a young man sneaked into the uncounted team. He arranged his military uniform. No one cared that the clothes seemed to be fake. He even got the title of non-commissioned officer for himself. , asking many people to salute him, he returned the salute one by one, and then walked into a car. The soldiers looked at the officer in flattery.

"Wild snake! This is a good thing, thank you, sir!" He immediately put his mouth to his mouth and poured the strong liquor into his internal organs, more to increase his courage and prevent himself from collapse. Two or three times, his cheeks turned red.

He said this so that he could always be by the lord's side, and at the same time he was indeed sleepy. Secondly, the enemy would never bomb here because they needed it.

He became a little paranoid, and those experiences made him start to adopt a life creed of consequentialism, and he bent down and bowed, his old joints making a clicking sound. "Old Chester, I am happy to serve you, even for my own meager life, and also to thank the results of luck."

He couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded until the soldier who was too drunk to see the monster pulled his clothes and asked. "Sir, ha, what did you see?"

He walked into the car. He was not used to the position next to the lord being given to a refugee, nor was he used to the strange smoke emitted by the car's engine. He was shaking and shaking. He still tried his best to maintain his grace and endure his emotions.

The engine of the float vehicle made another sound, and the hood, which was completely twisted and unusable, was mercilessly thrown away and left in the old warehouse. They spent about half an hour, and the bombing stopped slightly. Almi Long wiped the dirt on his gloves, and found a piece of dark red flesh that couldn't be buckled for a long time like a curse. He liked this set of gloves very much, but he could only take them off in disgust and then throw them away.

Wild Snake asked as he lay on the hard seat. "What's the good of crying?" The soldier replied blankly, feeling the vibration of the armored vehicle's engine again. "People say it's good, rich and expensive."

The dark harbor is almost ironic, hidden under people's eyes, next to people's closely related work and transportation, like rooted trees, slowly delivering goods to the hands of sellers, absolutely hidden, and at the same time no one is there. Discover.

The soldier coughed several times. "It's so painful! But it's good..."

Before Almiron could speak, trying to refute Chester's "nonsense", the lord shouted. "Great, driver, and Mr. Almiron, please clean up the rude people on the engine, and then we will go to the local PDF barracks, go to Dark Harbor for the honor of Thunder and the Emperor, and defend our homeland!" And the wild snake's eyes followed the armored vehicle down, reaching into the place that was about to become a bloody meat grinder, until his sensitive nose smelled the mixed smell of stimulants, saliva, and ink. He was a little uncomfortable. His eyes followed the smell and he saw a thing full of monsters passing in front of him. Wild Snake just said. "Bitter?" They probably all took the food that Almiron was guarding, and gave him a green light. In terms of human relations, this distribution officer did a good job, quite good. Almiron, the old gentleman clenched his fist and said on the surface. "Yes, sir." But he couldn't help but worry in his heart. His position was not so secure. For this lord, he was very clear about which one was more likely to be excluded, a beautiful mouth, a good talker or a practical and capable person!

It was just a coincidence, involving the Emperor's thread. Under the leadership of Old Chester, this lawless person who originally went to sell his own pockets became the hope of the war, and even a hero?

This was a word that Old Chester dared not think of, but it was actually placed in front of him. It was an excellent revenge for his former master. The existence of the dark port was made public, and it was also an opportunity to save people from water and fire and help the emperor complete his grand cause.

Yes, how can they be compared? Almiron smiled bitterly. If this world really cared about those servants, he would not be so profit-seeking. He covered his face with his coat and said. "Fighting is your business. I wish you good luck. Tell the driver to drive the armored vehicle to the outskirts of the dark harbor, and I'll take a nap."

When several officers walked up to him with their heads raised, wearing dark green uniforms similar to the Empire's historical uniforms, but without real bulletproof armor, and the weapons they carried were only automatic rifles, such as the other handle revolvers in the belt around their waists, they naturally bowed to this respected red man. "Mr. Almiron, what happened?"

A soldier nodded, and then quickly pulled out a card, which was the Joker, commonly known as the Joker, he asked. "Sir, what does this mean?"

Wild Snake scratched his head. "There is no same card, there is only one card in a deck, and it becomes our destiny, then."

Wild Snake said. "There are 13 people in our car, and probably only one person can come back alive."