Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The corpses rotted in the narrow dark harbors, trenches, or piled up places that had been warmed by the battle. The artificially reshaped air reflected a smell that made people dizzy. Hours of intense attack and defense, decay, and death. , has become what people inhale and the only driving force that pumps their blood vessels.

In order to prevent enemy invasion, the lord turned off the lighting and power supply here. Just like at normal times, the light dissipated and a kind of darkness fell here. People tried their best to close their eyes and rest, but the gunshots and deaths caused by fragmentary friction were still like a haze. It seems to be surrounding them.

The width of less than a thousand meters here has become a meat grinder. When two forces that want each other to die are wrestling with each other's lives, the only thing left is this tragedy.

And in such a depressed dark hell, those brave loyalists who walked into the core of the blade, which is the weakest point of defense, have already set up their positions, with heavy logging guns, heavy sandbags, shooting platforms made of wood, and several High-power lumen lighting, as well as the soldier's gun butt pressed against the ground, declare his determination at all times.

The strongest among them, the Burning Troopers, are the representatives of the sanctity worshiped by the Codename Emperor, that is, the Purifying Flame. This symbol was almost abused at the end of the dark forty thousand years of human civilization. It represents purity, punishment, and almost... The benevolent side of the Emperor, the embodiment of his undying hatred of traitors.

They had long shaved off their hair, wore masks to help them breathe, or painted sacred texts on their faces to prevent the heretic's burning unclean flesh from entering their bellies and contaminating their flaming hearts.

They are different from ordinary people. They have been burning since they joined the army. They are different from the imperfect and incomplete burning of ordinary people. What they chase is the embers that turn into completely white and burned out at a certain moment in their lives. , scattered like snowflakes, so this army has no intention of retiring, and has no concept of retreat. It is like a group of wild beasts, only knowing how to use flames as teeth to eat more flesh and blood that are not satisfied with its desires.

This bloody unit, with a total of 32 people in the third company, most of them are wiping their flamethrowers, some are eating, and a few are adding fuel. Under normal circumstances, in order to ensure the maximum range of burning, they will soon Distributed in squads of three or four, companies help cleanse the corpses of their enemies to avoid disease or decay, and they also breathe out direct fire to incinerate the Emperor's enemies.

However, the battlefield where they are today is too narrow. The defense line is only a little over a thousand meters wide. Tens of thousands of people are involved in the war, and the lives of millions of people are at stake. Its intensity has been viciously amplified, and there is no need for them to diverge. At this point, Even the captain didn't know him, so many soldiers met each other only by their names.

That's right, he only needs to shift his eyes slightly to see the monsters behind the bunker. As melee troops, they need to cooperate with those guys. The Flame Burning Troops are one of the few lord legions that do not support the research and production of these monsters, because they Instead of burning, he erased his own consciousness to escape the horror of war. He believed that giving his body was fulfilling his duty to the Emperor, but he believed that will and action were the loyalty demanded by the Emperor. The body was only given to us by him. Tools that will eventually dissipate.

Although they are in the same army, their clothing is quite different due to long separation and different personal habits. For example, the captain is dressed as a fanatical believer or a priest, with scriptures tattooed on his body, giving him the feeling of being holy and venting his anger at the same time, but there are more teams. The people used thick gas masks, similar to those of the Kriegs. To be precise, those pig-nose masks were widely used by the Imperial Guard. It is not surprising that such private troops can obtain them.

Soon, after about 2 standard Terra hours, that is, around midnight, or to be precise at one o'clock in the morning, at this sleepy moment, the sound and noise of guns, the light of the Lumen Tower, or the exploration of the scouts began to appear. Answer, they are coming.

The captain suddenly cursed. "The Flames should face the heretics! Even if they are so despicable, you cannot erase their loyalty. Soldier, he fights for the Emperor just like you. If you despise him, show yourself with a better record than him, and Not trying to attack him!"

Such a gap also creates a small gap in the interpretation of the beliefs that one trusts, and finally turns into equipment on the body. This is often the case for soldiers or religious figures. If the enemy is not the enemy, they may attack at any time and at any time. A debate on scriptures Probably inevitable.

His breath smelled the stench of the heresy. When their beliefs changed, their bodies began to decay weakly, and he could feel that it was the sensitivity brought about by serving promethium for many years. He could distinguish the finest smells in the world, With a nasal cavity that may have been blessed.

The flames reappeared on the front line again, until those rays of light were detected by the colonel's telescope. In the dark here, the optical components of the telescope equipped with night vision devices became brighter, almost forming a terrifying dragon of light, swallowing the enemies of the empire. The colonel's mind has begun to conceive of installing flamethrowers on PDFs on a large scale, but he does not know that what is more important than the weapon is the user. The Emperor's Sword is not powerful because of the burning flames, but its blade, and user.

Maybe next time it will be him who burns up. Those damn lunatics have taken too many drugs and are no longer normal. The twisted heretics are ready to attack.

When hit by it, the flesh and blood will tumble, become hot, and cook. It is also a cutting-edge weapon that only the company commander of the Burning Flame Troops can equip. The dark gun body on the front of the terrible weapon is engraved with complex carvings, forming a blazing flame icon, which represents As human civilization was enlightened by the flames, it now masters the secret of temperature and can even use it to punish or judge.

Burning is a common occurrence for them, and they have become accustomed to the pain of burning. The soldier adjusted his breathing and picked up the weapon. He could not distinguish the enemy's position like the captain. The captain was not burned by just a few meters away, but in No one can judge this complex and ever-changing battlefield so accurately.

Maybe the next time will be when they burn out, or an arm, or just a piece of skin. Those who burn have no complaints. They are like the Emperor's burning blades, piercing the enemy and killing, but their mortal bodies The fetus is by no means as indestructible as the sword of holy steel, but faith and a steady stream of replenishers will allow this sword to be used repeatedly.

"Although the sacrifices here are great, they are far less important than you think. But we are not without hope. Secondly." He looked into the distance of the battlefield.

It's hard to imagine that such a madman could be actually used as a soldier. The enemy has gone crazy to break through their defenses. The captain has smelled the burning promethium smell many times. Only this time did he feel the harsh temperature. Pyro broke through here, his eyeballs had vaporized or exploded, and his body turned into withered bones, falling like a dead tree. Even though the range of the flamethrower was farther than most people imagined, this ridiculous scene still appeared.

"Disgusting." He commented, clearly in the position that had not yet been attacked. His soldiers looked at him and slightly agreed with words of agreement. "Yes, such people should be burned to death!"

It was a strange feeling to not know each other but actually have a social responsibility to connect with each other, but they did not complain. When the pure flame chose them, they were destined to carry out the Emperor's burning wrath until the end of their lives.

"Including the time we scheduled, it's almost time. We have just replenished a batch of supplies. I wonder if we can hold on." The captain looked at his watch, his body attached to the trench, and the projectiles passed over his head, but he felt as if those things were not there. There is no such thing. His target is the enemy who breaks through the defense line. Those heretics have touched the core position they protect, so they are bound to die.

His ears were pressed against the ground, to be precise, the protruding wall of the trench. His footsteps followed the rhythm of his heartbeat, getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer. He was charging. The heretic, about 4 people, half a team, one The image of four soldiers advancing in the darkness amid a hail of bullets flashed through his mind until the sound reached its peak and he stood up.

Who is hallucinating, the burning person or himself? No one knows at this moment. Those lives have become hallucinations at this moment. They dissipate without a trace with a wave of their arms, leaving behind the darkness that is silent again.

When the footsteps in the darkness appeared again, he took a long breath, picked up his weapon, and started burning again. In this long early morning, they had to maintain this until the enemy retreated.

He muttered something. "The Emperor's Blade." He hid in his trench, but his comrades were probably not as lucky as him. After a scream from the enemy, he saw that the soldier who had been complaining just now was set on fire, and his cheeks were burned. After half of the fire was burned, he covered it with the sand exposed by the sandbag to extinguish the flames. He endured the severe pain and applied the analgesics and burn medicine he brought with him on his cheeks.

His idea must fail, but his approval is the best affirmation for those who are brave, he said. "That's great. Thanks to that wall of flames, those legionnaires called the Burning Troops are truly the emperor's treasure. They have completely contained the enemy, even suppressed it. We are already sure of victory."

The soldier saluted without answering. The thick gas mask made it difficult to tell what he was thinking. This is also the reason why the Burning Troops are feared by others. They don't speak much and their appearance is vague. Only the flames on the battlefield can summarize them. When it burns, it never stops being heroic and scorching. As soon as it is extinguished, it turns into ashes and leaves no trace...

If the Emperor's swords are the strongest treasures in the galaxy, then they are the heaviest weapons in the sector, polished time and time again by battlefields, polished by death, sacrifice, and burning.

"There is no need for the Flagellants to take action! This place is held."

"The enemy has begun to take action. I can feel the wind changing. There is a dissatisfying and disgusting feeling in the air. The enemy is about to dispatch the entire army. This time we are only defending the vanguard. According to my estimation, one The transportation capacity of a large whale is enough to move two imperial standard infantry regiments! In other words, the enemy's military strength is at least twice ours!"

The captain of the third company is therefore dissatisfied with those who use equipment to avoid contact with heretics. If they are still afraid of their own burning ashes, then his flames are not warm enough, at least in his personal thoughts. With the help of a small The lighting equipment slowly wiped his incendiary pistol and oiled it. This delicate device is not suitable for the battlefield. The machine soul is too slender, but the flaming dragon's breath bomb in it, an ancient projectile design, can efficiently burn infantry. , its power is enough to instantly turn an adult into a burning person, and then the flames will quickly spread on contact until there is no combustion accelerant.

They were not necessarily nobler than Promethium. This was their fearlessness of death brought about by their weak personal understanding. In today's crazy battlefield, no one was more suitable for this job than them. Protecting the Whipper and killing the heretic was just like what they kept repeating. What they did must be handy.

He no longer needed his eyes. He pulled the trigger. The dark place suddenly flashed with fire. The flames were blazing. The high-temperature blue flame illuminated the open space. The four running lunatics could not avoid it and hit it. The flames were almost substantial. Pure energy was venting in the air. The highest temperature of the tail flame instantly burned the heretic's body. But unlike usual, those people did not shout crazily and then instinctively tried to run away. Instead, they laughed and moved forward in the face of the flames.

He cleaned the gun and blew the muzzle dry. Then his thoughts were interrupted by the complaints of his unfamiliar men. He could hear those cowards wearing masks complaining about why he was in the middle of the battlefield and fighting side by side with monsters like the Whipper.

They were fuel, not actual living people. They were flames to the enemy, tools to their companions, and dead people without any remembrance, only praying for the flames to purify themselves, like living, movable ashes in this world.

To him, those muscle monsters were evaders, using crude transformation to obtain the same position as him who struggled and burned on the battlefield. At this moment, they were so close that the captain of the third company, the rune man, could already smell the uric acid and saliva on their bodies, or the chemical smell of endless potions when they were injected.

The captain smashed the madman with his arm in the fireproof suit. With a bang, it was like a dead tree falling to the ground, the crackling sound of fragments, and the remains of human tissue still burning on the fireproof suit, turning the death of this living person into an illusion.

But the wild snake shook his head. "Sir, you forgot that the void still belongs to the enemy. There are four warships above us, and there is also a huge transport ship. The enemy can completely tear through our specific defenses with artillery shells. The stationing here can only delay time, so that the enemy can change from landing to attacking the fortress defense system."

"Colonel, let me ask you, how many people have we dealt with so far!"

The colonel swallowed his saliva. "Less than 15,000, but close."

Wild Snake answered at this moment. "The enemy still has 45,000 people, like a tide, which is why they have the confidence to regard this fortress as a treasure in their pockets. Now, we can only beg for the emperor's blessing." At this moment, his eyes seemed to penetrate the dark battlefield and look straight at the void, and he was waiting for the return of the Lord of Skadi...