Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Alan Bayer was still waiting for the handover after the captain left. He couldn't help but be impatient. He looked at the clock on the wall that counted time. Any standard Terra time made him a little bit unbearable.

He watched those things getting closer, from the outer window to the huge metal fortress in the void, and his emotions gradually became fuller. He took a long breath until the first mate in the ship connected the communicator. The appearance of the local lord, A gorgeously dressed beauty appeared from a dark green holographic image in a beautiful place that looked like her bedroom.

Her slender dress covered most of her figure, but you can still vaguely see that she does not have a beer-belly figure like other lords. Her long hair of an invisible color is different from those nobles, but she has the look of a commoner lady. strange feeling.

She is elegant, polite and open-mouthed. "We are waiting for you, my lord. I am your servant. Welcome to this place, and we will provide everything for the warriors who fight for the emperor. But before that, I hope you can promise me to keep us neutral."

"Neutral, at this moment?" Alan Bayer looked at the recorder's rigorous records. His favorable impression of this lord also quickly dissipated after the slight increase brought about by her better appearance.

Finally, Alan Bayer said in a serious tone. "Impossible. We are not playing house. We are fighting for the emperor. We cannot tolerate anyone trying to stay out of the matter in such an important position." But it is more because of the special location of this fortress. It is difficult to indulge on the side of the bed. their requirements.

The lord also answered. "No, we just need to be neutral in name. We will provide supplies at less than one-tenth of the market price, and we will purchase them externally. I make this request more because."

She hesitated. "The natural fear and disgust of the people in my territory towards Enjili is caused by their absolute dominance and their long-term oppression of us. However, society is complicated, and there are still many people in our territory who are afraid, and they rely on their giving. live."

"Furthermore, we actually have countless informants here, and neutrality is just a helpless move. If not, I think those materials may not be transported to the port, but even if it is in the name of purchasing, we have to be very wary of extremists. My territory is because This war is torn apart like this star region." Her words were full of emotion, but Alan Bair couldn't tell whether they were true or false. Even if they were nominally neutral, it meant that they had no obligation to go all out. Help the Imperial Guard and go back on your word anytime and anywhere.

Alan Bair spoke. "As people think, loyalty and victory are the two most elusive things in this world. How can I trust you? I trust you, a person I have never met before, who is not even willing to swear an oath of loyalty."

She showed a troubled expression. "Only sacrifice or greater success, I, to be precise, neither I nor my territory possess."

"But I'm not worthless, although this is very ridiculous." She hesitated.

"This is a legendary story, but given that Engili Spaceport has been victorious in the void every time, I think this matter is not groundless."

"And this is a bit alarmist, relatively speaking." She thought for a moment.

"Actually, the final battle for the void in the war between the Feng family and Bandeltar was not Bandeltar's military superiority. On the contrary, as a challenger, he was the side with fewer troops and was at a disadvantage." After finishing speaking, , her expression was filled with haze, she didn't want to recall this incident, only this.

She took a long breath, then pursed her red lips and spoke as if reading out. "I once served on the battleship of the Imperial female admiral, Lord Von Do, sir."

Alan Bayer lowered his head. "Feng..." He recited this special name. Only this word and this star region, especially this area, have a thousand-year indissoluble bond, so he also has many complicated feelings.

"That, the failed Imperial Navy, the former owner of this place..." Alan Bair read the words that popped into his mind, and realized that if this woman's words were true, her value might be second only to many in the local area. Lord's help.

"Go on, in the next three hours, I hope you will vomit out all those things, and recorder, destroy the part you just recorded. Only the top management within Bordeaux can know the content here, whether it is true or false. , I need considerable confidentiality." Alan Bayer asked the diligent man to tear up his record, and the soldier did as he said. In the sound of the kraft paper being cut, the female lord said something about the past. The story is told in detail.

"Thank you for your understanding, and may the Emperor bless you for such a command, and that is..." She paused and continued. "I used to be the correspondent on its battleship group. I was honored to be selected into the command room of a flank flagship at that time. I fought for the Imperial Navy in the name of my family, and also for the master of the Engili Spaceport. I truly 's master.”

"Looking at it now, most of the records have been erased. This is mainly due to the Feng family's confidentiality policy regarding the death of the female lord in battle. They focused on erasing the Thinker array and all written battle records, and tampered with the victory. They won with great strength, the approval of the majority of the lords, and overwhelming force."

"At the same time, most of the members were liquidated. As a correspondent, I was still an unimportant branch line and became a fish that slipped through the net. But the situation I got at that time was also very vague. It was just that in the war where I had an advantage, suddenly Most of the warships directly guarding the Engili Port began to appear in chaos."

"Although they could still fight back, those warships showed unusual hesitation in response to the enemy's unconventional maneuvers. In the end, those powerful Imperial Navy warships were torn apart bit by bit. Originally, Bandertal was inferior to the powerful military power of the Empire. It soon ended in the chaos and halt of the collapse of the command system." Her expression was as cold as ice, and she seemed to be silent in that hell-like void.

She returned to that day, to the day when the empire failed. From this moment on, her heart died on the battlefield. She was not defeated, but those things were buried deep in her bones in her thoughts, death, bombing, flames, and that day. The chaos and disorder, and the vague stinging pain in the head.

Alan Bayer said a little disappointed. "I didn't come here to hear ghost stories." Although he was paying full attention, he didn't necessarily think that what the lord said was of much value. If it was just a collapse of the command area, it might be an internal problem within the family, or it might be something else, but those would not appear. Among his troops, absolutely.

The lord just showed a pained expression and then continued. "Sir, no, the channel I was guarding was not closed. I heard it. It was a loss of control of personal emotions. By the end of that day, I began to study the special proposition of human emotions. It is almost taboo and filthy, but it touches After a lot of experience, I understand.”

"Emotions are not emitted by the soul or will, nor are they chemical reactions in the brain, but are biological self-protections against the environment. They learn how to use and control emotions to respond to the ever-changing world. Therefore, if a person cannot control his emotions, then he You will completely lose the ability to take care of yourself, let alone fight.”

Alan Bair couldn't help but interrupt those words. "Of course, I know that people who cannot control their emotions will die in battle, there is no doubt about it, but what are the causes and consequences of this?"

The lord said uncertainly. "It's a legend, a strange legend. There was once a race of aliens. There were a lot of them in this world, but not much after the Great Crusade. The Emperor's great plan killed thousands of races. How powerful. , People admire them, those predecessors who worked hard for the emperor’s plan killed countless hateful things.”

"But we have to admit that there are many guys who have persisted for a long time, and this place, to be precise, is a dead world in a star system near here. I found fragmentary records of an alien race dissecting and understanding humans. Using their unique psychic abilities, they developed a method that forced the Golden Fleet and thousands of Astartes to choose to use bombing to clean up that world."

Alan Bayer lowered his head and asked. "What is it?"

"A witchcraft, like a curse, attacks the will of mortals. A vicious curse that even the Astartes cannot avoid. It is a broken ancient instrument. I don't know its principle, appearance, or method of use, but I I am certain that he exists, because I have seen the vicious scenery it created, and have verified its existence for decades. It was a curse issued by an alien race to humans before their death, to exterminate their race." Her words became more intense. It is hard to doubt, but if it were normal times, the need to use such a story to impress one of the top commanders of the Imperial Guard would obviously be wishful thinking and fantasy. But today, just an hour ago, Alan Bair's heart was shaken.

His face darkened. "An alien instrument that attacks humans indiscriminately?"

The female lord shook her head. "No, I think the alien should have highly similar emotional factors to humans, or a similar emotional system. Because of the intensity of the Great Expedition, it is difficult for an alien to develop a sufficiently terrifying weapon in a short period of time. And I have personally experienced it. After experiencing those feelings, I think they should be more inclined to find a medium, that is, the input port, and then rely on that port to spread the emotion.”

Alan Bair nodded, thoughtfully. "In other words, they will target a person, a type of person, probably something that can be read by machines. Obviously they forged those things to deal with the Astartes, in other words, genes."

He thought of a terrifying concept, but the captain's appearance was right in front of him. The Feng family was cursed. This was the truth behind it. Those vicious imperial traitors used alien equipment to curse those loyal and courageous imperial nobles. How ironic that a family that relies on blood for honor and inheritance will be destroyed based on blood.

Looking at Alan Bair's thoughtful look, the female lord gave a wry smile and then said. "Sir, Master of Skadi, I don't hope that such words can impress a powerful imperial war lord and imperial general, but I have been bound by the past for many years, and speaking out now also satisfies my personal wish. No matter what, I will take the initiative to help the Imperial Guard without any hesitation.”

Alan Bair smiled. "There is no need for moral kidnapping and putting yourself in the position of a vulnerable group. This is of no use to people in this era. You may know that I have good intentions or other things, but I have no personal feelings about the future of the entire fleet. "

The lord said with a grimace. "So you're going to refuse?"

Alan Bayer was about to speak, but his words were still in his throat when someone shouted. "No, I promise you that your territory will be designated as neutral because you have maintained your loyalty to honor for a long time."

Alan Bayer turned to look at the source of the sound. The man was the captain. He was still tired and looked much better, but sleeping pills and sedatives were not so easy to avoid the effects of the drugs. This shows how terrible the curse is. Just being close to his former home made him look so tired.

The female leader showed a surprised expression and read. "Feng..."

The captain interrupted her. "I am just an officer of the Imperial Navy, nothing more, and the information you provided is indeed true..." he said a little weakly.

The female lord's eyes turned red, but she still maintained an elegant attitude. "Beinlien Liz, thank you for your understanding." She raised her skirt and bowed lightly.

Alan Bayer's mood was not that good. He learned some weird information, and this information would only have a negative effect on the expedition. At least his own, most loyal captain was now unable to fight.

Alan Beyer said. "What should you do in this state?"

The captain looked out the window at the boundless void. "Destined to do so, I thought that my family's indifference towards my sister's death was real, so I sailed away from my family. However, my ability restricted me, and I finally came back. I thought I could escape, but I couldn't. I want to face it, but now I have to escape.”

"Destiny is really ironic and teasing. As a descendant of a cursed family, those things follow me. My friend, promise me to destroy that instrument and give my sinful family true freedom."

Alan Bayer didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know how the next war should be fought. He had no idea how to trigger or use that kind of thing, but his subconscious words might be the effect of the alien equipment, or maybe Issued from the heart.

"The alien magic weapon is depraved and disgusting. He used that thing to fight for various rights. The sinner who was bewitched by the power is not you, but the Rogue Trader." He paused.

"Captain, you stay here, and victory and all the pain you have experienced will disappear in the war because of the power of the Imperial Hammer. I swear, I swear to the Emperor in the name of the War Lord."