Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

A glimmer of light finally flashed through the endless darkness. In this place where there are no stars, the owner of that light must not be the stars, but civilization. The civilization created by intelligent creatures, to be more precise, should be called the human battleship. specific concepts.

The long and elegant Bordeleau and the baptismal fire as a warrior advanced side by side. The machine souls of the two void behemoths built by the empire spread information to each other that mortals and mortal bodies could not understand. Finally, the two battleships positioned themselves against each other. Next, they determined that the Imperial Guard and the Eagle of Destruction had approached the territory of Severo Fortress, its void.

The Lords of Skadi and the Astartes are back, but now the void here is silent. The noisy radios of the past, the communications generated by cargo transportation and the annoying forced commands issued by the territorial fortress are no longer there.

"There is no news of requesting to dock." Alan Bayer looked at the long void. At first he was afraid and timid here. Now he is still timid, but no longer afraid. The two concepts are different because he realizes the vastness and beauty of the void. , and also became more aware of the horror and emptiness here. These two concepts exist in this place at the same time. It can be so desolate that any civilization is trapped on the home planet, or it can be so small that the empire feels that there are too many enemies and too many aliens.

The silence here now is part of it, but it also means that the original hustle and bustle here is no longer there. Alan Bayer did not expect such a thing to happen. He hesitated for a long time and asked the captain. "How about augury?"

the captain replied. "There was no sign of the enemy and it seemed peaceful."

"It's not an accident." Alan Bayer admitted that he knew that things could easily go wrong, and it was not that he had not been warned during this period. To be precise, he even knew the general outline of the matter and asked Bordeaux to use the fastest speed. Progress has been made, but now, the situation is not optimistic.

Before his thoughts calmed down, the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction came with his master, the Grand Inquisitor Miss Nova. The Master Chief's huge body had changed its appearance at this moment.

He followed Nova to train his talent in Bordero. Now his armor has many beautiful skulls and runes, and the hilt of the Falcon Sword at his waist is inlaid with a crystal ball made of ocean blue crystals. , as a help for its spiritual energy to stay in the physical universe, it is also a spiritual energy node or a spiritual energy medium. However, this is not a very powerful magic weapon. It is just a better medium that Nova can obtain personally. Compared with many famous ones in the empire, The psyker's staff leaves much to be desired.

But overall, his temperament has changed. He is more brave and rational, and rationality is mixed with madness. His golden hair is getting longer, and his light blue eyes also hide the purple color that represents spiritual power. If he is worried, he asks.

"Did my prediction come true?" His tone was worried, even though he saw a blurry picture when he touched his psychic power for the first time after the training began. It was a burning flame, in a dark sky. It was a man-made place with a battlefield, like a strange amusement park, but full of death. He realized that this was a prophecy. He saw the battlefield, but what did this battlefield have to do with him? The entire empire was fighting all the time?

In the end, as his spiritual energy became more powerful, or to be precise, his ability to control became more powerful, the energy hidden in his body spread out enough, and he realized that every battle with spiritual creatures in his life was slowly strengthening him. Because of his connection with the Supreme Heaven, he naturally knows about demons. Now, he has become the person he hated most before.

He saw the destruction of the fortress, the death of a loyal noble, the vague war, and the betrayal, but he could only remind the Lord of Skadi, the most ambiguous bytes, and now they have verified the reliability of those things. .

At this moment, even an individual as powerful as a Space Marine couldn't help but feel a sense of dislocation. This is a psychology that is easy for individuals who have not been exposed to self-predictions about the future. He began to subconsciously feel that this incident happened because of him, because If it is not observed, it does not exist. People always subconsciously think that their will has changed something.

This had nothing to do with him, but just like that sentence, when he realized this, he was involved in it, like an undercurrent and a whirlpool. This responsible demigod had made it his own mission to save this fortress. Responsibility, he said a little apologetically. "We were eventually slow."

"Slow?" Alan Bair looked into the void. "No, it's just right. If there are no enemies here, then they must be in front of the fortress and they are attacking. I can judge like this."

"I can swear that Magron is not dead, and the enemy has not achieved their goal. I can be sure that it is because the void is too quiet, but no lord will let his territory be set foot on by strangers. In other words, this is an ownerless place. The place, or the place that is being robbed,” Alan Beyer laughed. "As the saying goes, sooner than later, luck is better. Now we can kill all our enemies in one fell swoop."

His words are a bit cruel, but a small sacrifice is not as tempting as killing those ambitious or controlled lords at once. The value of manpower and professional soldiers is much more than that of the citizens of the empire, and although he has a sense of responsibility Still powerful, but becoming more and more like a bastard in this world.

Alan Bayer ordered to accelerate, and the burner moving at full speed stretched the piston to the maximum every time. Two more meteors streaked across the endless void, leaving only a long tail. Thousands of kilometers later, , in just half an hour, the auspicious device sensed the enemy as expected, and the captain reported without surprise.

"Five, two cosmic-class, two Karak galleons, and one whale-class transport ship. They are diagonally below us, and in front of them is the fortress. They are surrounding the asteroid in a standard cluster array according to my plan. Experience, this is the standard void strike threat attitude.”

"I've seen it before when dealing with internal strife within the empire. A moon-level one always has to look for targets, but now it seems the situation isn't that bad."

Alan Bair rubbed his chin. "Captain, what do you recommend?"

the captain replied. "The Baptismal Fire attacks on the right and on our left. There is a fortress in front of them. They can only retreat to receive our firepower. If they retreat, whether they turn around or use auxiliary thrusters to move backward, their mobility will be very poor, and they are originally If it’s not as fast as we are, it will be even more stretched.”

"How about a standard oblique pincer attack, enough for them to see the emperor and count their sins in detail?"

"Simple, exquisite, it will be better if we have torpedoes." Alan Bair nodded. He gave the order to the baptismal fire. The two most elite weapons of the empire were therefore ready to go. Their differences were just like in Gutai. In the La era, it was as simple as facing one or two sails with multiple sails. Because of the energy, armor, and core void shield, even if five enemy ships attacked at the same time, they probably wouldn't be able to overload their shields. This is a fundamental gap. There is an inherent gap between the Imperial Sword and Imperial Hammer and the local cargo ships.

Their tail flames and huge bodies flew into the void too fast, and the enemy's auspicious omen roared instantly to remind them that Count Wade was on his throne. This young man who was eighty-nine percent similar to his father asked incomprehensively. "Reinforcements? Who will help them? It's the wild dogs that came to smell it! Just two ships, use macro cannons to serve them, and just cripple them and half-destroy them!"

This poster who was a frog in the well on a small boat without even a navigator made very bad remarks. He compared the Imperial Guard and the Astartes to chickens and dogs. It was a great courage. Thanks to him not having a navigator, he could not detect it with his third eye. The specific shape of the ship can only be obtained after the enemy approaches the photosensitive unit and the cogitator array calculation, but his servant shouted.

"Not close to range, but, it's too fast! Are they three times as fast as us?"

"Three times?!" Weide couldn't believe that the great power he inherited should be the most powerful in this void, and the speed of three times was only used by the military...

"Damn it, retreat quickly, don't worry about this place, it's Wandering Port!" He yelled, no matter whether those people wanted to get a share of the pie, or help them, but they were guilty, and he knew what was here, even those They would never let them go if the warships occupied this place, and in the era of Wandering Port's rule, there was only one person with such arms, Bandertal, the leader of the Rong Merchant Dynasty.

Only his servant shouted. "No, sir, there is a fortress in front of us. No matter how we move forward, we will be pulled in by the simulated gravity of the fortress and fall!"

"Don't worry! Turn around! In any case, we should be able to survive the next salvo!" He commanded like this, and the fleet began to maneuver, but two beams of light suddenly flashed through the void. They were the most powerful thermal weapons in human history. That hot orange light was the thunder fired by the focused heat of special crystals inside the muzzles of several heavy-duty cannons. It penetrated the sides of two space-class armed transport ships almost in an instant, losing 10% of their structure!

Shooting like this from such a long distance, a mere passing caused considerable overshoot. The overwhelming technological gap and equipment capabilities made it impossible to think of resistance. In the end, the young earl asked for the radio to be released.

After a long wait, those signals traveled hundreds of kilometers and arrived at the command center in Alan Bair. Skadi's master was very interested in this. He looked at the officers here and then asked. "What do you think?"

Master Chief Doomhawk said. "Take it."

The chief of staff, who was born in a loyal family, shook his head. "Execute them."

The captain hesitated for a moment, then made a strong request. "The chief of staff and I are of the same mind."

Inquisitor Nova nodded. "I want to see the traitor and pass down my sentence."

Alan Bair clasped his fingers. "Two to two, then, my opinion is, take it."

Everyone was relatively indifferent, but the captain suddenly moved his body, walked down to the command point for the first time, and said. "I'm going to the bathroom, first mate, you take command." At this critical moment, even during a war, it would be stupid to do this, but he was qualified, and the enemy was only a civilian ship, so Alan Bayer turned a blind eye. Eyes, he pressed the lever button, the mechanical priest prayed continuously, started, and a dark green holographic screen appeared.

It was a young man, proud, frightened, and with a soft tone, who spoke. "Sir, why did you attack us? We don't need those things or this fortress. Can you give us a way to survive?"

Alan Bayer rubbed his head. "But who will pay the debts of the loyalists who died in this fortress?"

The hologram of the young man swallowed. "Still? You are not an Enjili, and I know Qi, Skadi's master. Oh my God, I, no, my father and I have become guns, chess pieces or pawns." He smiled bitterly, feeling a great deal of trouble. Pressured and helpless, he asked sincerely. "Great Sun Lord, can you let me go? I can join your expedition. I know many secrets!"

Alan Bair shook his head. "My ship is full, if you had been earlier, like your father had come to his senses, or we could have been easier, but he chose the other side."

Earl Wade scolded. "My father doesn't know. He just thinks that Magron is crazy! I didn't get your existence in the astrology until the end!"

From this point of view, they were not betrayers, so Alan Bayer subconsciously felt a little ashamed of them, but quickly adjusted his thoughts. "Then it's your fault that the Emperor didn't bless you. Now the mistakes you have made are irreparable."

The count smiled bitterly. "Yes, my lord, then," he shouted. "fire!"

Five large ships fired macro cannons at the same time, and the powerful energy flashed through the void. At this moment, the young man proved his position. He finally had no choice but to choose the force that pushed him here. His fate was doomed from the beginning, or Seize this port as soon as possible and remove a large amount of strategic food inside, or die from the wrath of the master of this sector.

It’s just that he never had a choice. He was coerced by two powerful forces, one was the Purple Hand and the other was the Enjili Spaceport. At the same time, there were countless smaller forces, such as hatred and territorial responsibility. He needed to get food back to He needs revenge on the millions of residents of his domain.

So he killed countless innocent people, is he a bad guy? This is the cruel thing. There is no right or wrong in this world, only victory and defeat. They were not bad people from the beginning, they only had conflicting interests, and the dead mortals were just natural victims, and he would become one of them.

When those cannonballs passed through the void and landed on the huge bodies of Bordero and Baptismal Fire, apart from the ones that missed, there were many more, but those things were completely absorbed by a thin, transparent blue shield. , those energy were thrown into the endless subspace, leaving only the cannonballs that completely lost their kinetic energy and were knocked away by the ship's armor, and those attacks did not even leave a scratch.

Alan Bair asked, not surprised. "First mate, can we fire?"

The first mate nodded. "Sir, we have reached the range of fire."

"Fire all the bombs and give them the end." Alan Bayer said ruthlessly.