Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

On Bordero, a room specially prepared for psykers is filled with items inspired by various human civilizations, from the eagle claw necklace used by the tribal leader in Ghost Peak to the giant wolf on Griffin. The fallen mane, those wild things will calm the Master Chief who was born in a savage world mentally, and this place is not only big, but also spacious, with dim candles flickering, and it is also particularly quiet.

The engine on the spacecraft seemed to have stalled. It was also extremely far away from the room of the untouchable, that is, the Letling boy, and he was strictly required not to approach the front half of the hull, because his "talent" would make the navigator and Astropath is disgusting. Those two psychic masters who have high positions in the void travel power and have high achievements in hard work will call him "soulless" in a tone like a bad woman because of his talent.

However, due to the possible alienation and the lack of powerful abilities of the Letling people, this situation was hindered and stopped as much as possible.

The person meditating with the Master Chief in this room is his teacher and the provider of a room of hidden barbaric things. A member of the Imperial Tribunal, Inquisitor Nova.

They relax their spirits on soft woven mats and strengthen the connection between their bodies and souls. Although when the real power from the highest heaven pours into their souls, the effect of such training can only be said to be a drop in the bucket, but psykers They believe that using meditation instead of sleep can better resist interference from the unknown world.

And in a certain way, this room is a place where these two psykers monitor and help each other. Regarding the potential actual communication between souls and humans in the subspace, no matter how strong the will is, they can't do it to those who are not proficient in psionic powers. interfering with others.

In other words, only psykers can solve the burden of psykers. Even if it is a drop in the bucket compared to the boundless power of the Supreme Sky, two people can double the resistance, but in most cases, it can only make them collapse late. It only takes a few seconds, but this time is enough for the guard at the door to kill the crazy person.

The empire has always had such a pessimistic attitude towards psychic powers. Blessing or cursing it probably has nothing to do with personal will. It can only depend on whether the cursed person will come into contact with the real top secret in this life.

Today's meditation was no different from usual. They only relaxed a little bit in short breaths. Their spirits drifted to other places as their brain lobes were opened and relaxed. That was not the subspace, but the subspace. The inherent free form of the spirit, those ingenious breathing and the weak resonance of spiritual energy allow it to open its head in a non-physical manner and break away from the body.

Just like the mutated third eye of the Navigator family, an organ called the pineal gland connects the weak connection, so during meditation, the psyker has a clearer view of the surroundings.

At this point, the soul and the body are getting farther and farther apart, but the connection is getting stronger and stronger. Those souls who cannot leave the body in this life cannot understand the feeling, but the logic is still simple, just like when you use a muscle, it will lose strength due to fatigue, but over the years, On the contrary, you will become more stoic. It may seem like you are out of strength, but it is an exercise for yourself and your soul, so as to be as immune as possible to the interference and threats from the highest heaven.

This is a simple method that people use the experience they have accumulated over thousands of years. Although there may have been shamans or Taoist monks at the beginning of ancient mankind, and religious personnel have mastered such methods thoroughly, but for today's empire, learning How to think and how to let go of yourself are such rare and valuable abilities.

And as the soul gets farther and farther, the Master Chief's vague will is obviously more powerful than Nova, and his spiritual energy travels farther and farther, passing through the thick alloy layer, fine gold, and following the fluctuation of spiritual energy, the smoky incense... The mist began to stir, up and down like ocean waves, and that was what the Space Marines were, gifted and determined, beyond the reach of mortals, in most cases.

The stability of the Think Tank is countless times better than that of mortal psykers, and the Space Marines are even more determined people who can ignore the coercion of the Supreme Heaven, and even retreat from the chaos of the subspace.

But the road to spiritual energy does not rely on stability. Demonic witchcraft inherently loves those twisted mages. The power that many people can master with their talents is just a drop of water in the endless spiritual ocean of subspace, even if that drop of water can open up the world. , tearing apart fine gold, but also easily tearing apart containers with its tension.

There is also a difference in size of the container. At least for now, regardless of the ability to control psychic energy, the Master Chief has the advantage in this aspect, but even if he is so talented and has killed many evil wizards, he cannot avoid the endless pressure of this huge void. interference.

He suddenly quit meditation and woke up. Superman's skin would not sweat due to emotion, but he could feel that he was very tired. Normally meditation would only rest the brain and activate the cerebral cortex. He opened his eyes at this moment. eyes, but felt very weak.

Nova asked, feeling his fluctuations. "Why, this is the same as when you meditated successfully for the first time, and we have been doing it for a month. Do you see anything?" She became vigilant. The void is huge, and psykers are more sensitive than other people. When encountering demons and ghosts, There are more demons, demons, cows, ghosts, snakes and gods. No head exploding is a gift.

"Fragments, fragments of prophecy, I saw a powerful storm, but it's obviously more than that. This expedition to Enjili will probably not be lucky. There is a powerful spiritual power to protect it." The Master Chief replied.

"But I can't feel it from afar." Nova's tone was a bit strange. She was an imperial judge and a true master of psychic abilities. Although she was rootless water in the face of the endless void, as an individual, her spiritual power was Energy can already be turned into flames to whip out heretics in the name of the Emperor.

The Chief took a breath. "I don't know, but I can feel the beating in both ventricles of my heart at that moment. As a psyker, I seem to be quite sensitive."

Inquisitor Nova made a suggestion. "How about asking Master Astropath? She should still be on the bridge."

The Master Chief nodded. "Indeed, if they are astropaths, they will definitely feel something abnormal." His affirmation of those astropaths came from the battle where he was suspected of receiving psychic powers, and it was also the place where he sent away a great mortal. We have seen how the powerful psychic powers of astropaths can defeat their enemies, but they are usually better at prophecies and prophecies, divination or astrology.

Having received the Emperor's gift, they witnessed the purest form of the Emperor's psychic energy. The protection given to them by the Silver Sun could protect those people from any psychic interference and the machinations of the Warp, so they could directly witness the sub-space. Many things in space are fragmented in the form of psychic advance. They are the prophets who open Schrödinger's box. Although they don't know whether the cat is dead, they can see whether its limbs are being touched.

If those people couldn't feel it, then it was probably an illusion. With this idea in mind, the Master Chief stepped into the corridor of the ship at midnight. The lights were bright. Except for the living area, the lights were turned off to help the crew rest, so there were some areas that were slightly dark. It was the same as daytime. , but for Space Marines, jet lag and black and white have nothing to do with it.

Even without the night vision and scanning provided by the tactical helmet, his highly reconstructed optic nerve and lens can clearly see objects in extremely low brightness.

However, his mind was distracted by those things and he did not notice the private who walked out of the dark corner. The unlucky mortal was knocked out and hit the wall heavily. The thick file bag fell to the ground. Even so, he crawled When he got up, he saluted the great Space Marine as soon as possible. He crossed his arms across his chest to form a sky eagle. It would be better if he ignored the bruises on his arms.

the sergeant chief asked reluctantly. "Are you okay? Can you go to the infirmary to report? Do you need me to accompany you?" Even a collision caused by unconscious walking may cause soft tissue contusion for a mortal. The military uniform opposite should be from the Skadi Fifth Infantry Regiment, and If you are a veteran of the fourth regiment, you can probably avoid it.

the private replied. "Sir, this is a document from the lord. It records some of the new reinforcements joining the Imperial Navy array. Most of them are requests from local lords and the imperial worlds saved by the Imperial Navy. They are eager to join the crusade against the Engili Spaceport. I must... ..." Halfway through his words, he felt that his arm was almost torn and sore, the Master Chief said.

"Soft tissue contusion, go to the medical room. I will deliver the documents. I also have something to say to the War Lord." The Master Chief emphasized in a commanding tone. He did not want to waste more words, but the words he said were in this endless void. , seems alien and gentle in a world where the differences between mortals and space warriors exist.

Private was a little hesitant. He obeyed the imperial hero, but Falcon was also a special case. Just looking at the giant's face, he still chose to give in and gave the wish of probably tens of billions of people to the Master Chief.

To the giant, those things were just flimsy pieces of paper. He didn't relax at all. They were the will of countless people and the embodiment of society's anger against heretics. He arrived in front of the office in three steps and two steps. And open the door directly with the high authority that the Space Marines have.

"Lords of each region, I have brought the assembly document of the planetary governor." He looked at the Skadi war lord Mr. Alan Bair who was looking at the document attentively on the desk. He took a sip of Reka coffee, and then put He complained as the spotlight shone on the document in his hand.

"Sooner or later I will become short-sighted." "Just put it on the table." It's hard to imagine that Lieutenant Alan Bayer, who was once a bit of a wild boy, has become such a responsible person. His fingers fumbled with the brown paper bag. He skillfully covered it with thick ink pads with his personal seal, and there were still piles of orders on his desk.

In this age without computers, dispatching an entire fleet, especially at the level of millions of people, would make even an iron man die from overwork. For the Lords of the Imperial Guard, those tasks have been distributed as much as possible, but there is still so much It is a task that is closely related to the war situation and cannot be shied away from. If this scale is expanded to the entire galaxy, the Alzheimer's disease of Terra's high lords may not be groundless.

The Master Chief stared at the spot for a few minutes before Alan Bayer said belatedly. "Why aren't you leaving?" He looked up and saw the huge body of the Space Marine before he realized that the person looking for him was not a private.

He put down the document in his hand, and the Master Chief spoke. "Sorry to disturb you so late, but I saw an illusory shadow, a broken warp prophecy, a storm, with lightning and death, and at the same time I saw the port of N'Gili, like a giant metal disk with its Towering metal city.”

Alan Bair nodded. "It's interesting. Natural disaster? It's unlikely. I think it might be a weapon of mass destruction or an accident, such as a reactor collapse."

He is very superstitious about those things. After all, he has experienced the Emperor Tarot Cards and still has considerable trust in prophecies.

But the Master Chief answered. "Sorry, it's probably not those things. The storm did not cause obvious damage to the structure of the port. I think it may be a powerful psyker who resonated with me in the void for a moment similar to astral language."

"A wizard?" Alan Bair was not surprised. After all, it was strange that a sect that believed in the Lord of Changes did not have a powerful mage. However, he also wondered whether this powerful person could represent a subspace demon or something more terrifying.

"It's interesting, but we can't give up because of a vague warning. You know, this war is not only the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, but also Pangia. About 400 worlds are angry with Engili. We have gathered about 500 civilians. The total number of ships and more than a hundred warships is quite large, and the High Lords Council also acquiesced in the attack." Alan Bair's tone had the meaning of an arrow on the string.

"Do we need that many people?" the Master Chief asked.

"The Red Pirates, they are gathering. According to the empire's investigation reports in other star areas around the Maelstrom, those things were given to me almost a year late. The Red Pirates are gathering on a huge scale. Many come from the natural and subspace of the Maelstrom. The traitors in the weak areas are not angry and dissatisfied with the empire for a day or two."

"Although Huron's Badab War pulled out several Space Marine chapters here and left the Empire with blood regrets, there are still watchtowers stationed around the Maelstrom. For the sake of those brave warriors, we must also attack ”

Alan Bair is categorical. Even if the intelligence is delayed, the supply is done by himself. The empire is unable to care about this place because of the countless throbbing demons and snake gods at the end of the 40th millennium. Even if the expansion of the Tau, the waaaagh of the orcs, the plunder of the Dark Eldar, heresy and Invasions from the Supreme Heaven broke out everywhere, and they were the only troops here that could represent the will of the empire.

Two sectors, millions of troops, pdf or Imperial Guard, mortals, almost only mortals, Space Marines are working hard all over the Imperium, but here there is a vacancy of Space Marines due to Huron's betrayal, if not for the Eagle of Destruction Without the full help of the enemy, they may lack the edge of the sword and can only smash the enemy with a hammer made of human life.

But they have no choice...