Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The void is cold, the vacuum is silent, and the universe is like an unreasonably huge insulator, dissipating everything completely with actual distance and nothingness in the material sense.

After the Emperor-class battleships and Mars-class cruisers joined the battle, half of the Imperial Navy's actual firepower, or even more, was added to this crazy fight, but it was all hindered by the void, even if it was comparable to the heat of a star. The explosion is so illusory to the veterans flying on the interceptor. There is no heat, no sound, no earth shaking, and a universe lacking a communication medium. Only the ridiculous-looking light represents the reality of the empire's most powerful force. At this point in existence, human beings have become both great and small.

The greatness lies in the fact that its battleships cover the sky and the sun. Human beings can walk across the stars and take root in many worlds. They are as small as leaving the planet and metal, and their mortal bodies are just a drop in the ocean.

But now, for the veteran of the interceptor squadron who is currently fighting, the most extreme need now is not to get close to the enemy, but to wipe his nose. Now, his nose is overflowing from his goggles, and the cold, void coldness envelopes the entire cabin. He Looking at the heating system in front of him, it was placed slightly downward from the control area of ​​the body. It was strangely placed on his lap. Maybe he realized that the hot air was pointing upwards. The hot air sprayed here would cover the inside of the body very well. It also made him often complain that his buttocks were burning downward.

Now he desperately hopes that this old thing will be stronger. After leaving the main fleet, the entire body is still normal, but he is quite unlucky. After a short roar and a cloud of dizzying smoke, the heating system It's paralyzed, but it still works, but the temperature is far less than half of what it was before.

"Emperor, the priest forgot this again. Just because he's not afraid of the cold doesn't mean I'm not afraid!" He shrank his upper body, and the gunner's slightly trembling voice also cursed. "I've seen it, boss. The heating coil here is broken. It can't heat and conduct energy effectively! This thing has been used for too long. I hope we can replace it with a new type of instant-death interceptor after this mission!"

The veteran looked at the giant cannons and battleships tearing each other apart in the distance. The dense array of enemies gave him a headache. Three hundred, even if the 30 fighters were scattered on the scale of 3, that is, two escort interceptors and one Starhawk bomber. It was difficult for Kai to find the target that might be inconspicuous or even deliberately covered up, but now he only felt that the fingers in his gloves could not move, and the thing injected into his spine was also very cold.

"The power is getting lower and lower?" he asked, and the gunner replied. "Yes, it may be that the diving action you made last time tore the coil, or the explosive bomb that grazed the tail. The interval between the second attack was too short. The full attack is seven or eight hours, and it can only maintain key areas!"

The captain said helplessly. "In normal times, no matter how cold the void is, there is still the sun, but this is not a star system. The load on the coil is too great, and we still suffer from inexperience! Damn fighting outside the star system!" he scolded, and then said. "The hidden cabinet on the right side. I often see the priest go there to get things. See if there is any heat-resistant glue or something that can be used temporarily!"

shouted the gunner. "good……"

The captain listened to the sound of tinkering behind him. He let out a breath of cold air and slowed down. The acceleration of the plasma engine slowed down significantly, and the tail inflammation also dissipated. He said to the communicator. "D3, 02, you two groups go to the combat area first. There is a problem with the heating system here. Temporary maintenance. What is that called? Tactical vocabulary..."

While he was still thinking, the communicator answered. "D3 replied, it's okay. We will go to area a for reconnaissance. You will definitely be able to keep up with us, and we will maintain a considerable combat distance. On the lower right side of area a, there will definitely be no enemies there unless their ships can attack from all over the body. Shoot, the angle of that position is not suitable for attack!" He comforted his comrades based on his own experience. His voice sounded young but very experienced. After all, the youngest pilot here had also survived the invasion of the rebel Space Marines.

"Okay, boy, let's go there." The veteran replied, then let go of the driver's seat and rubbed his skin hard through his driving clothes, hoping that the friction would generate heat, but the thick clothes and the reinforced fibers made it difficult He couldn't feel any warmth.

He let out a cold breath, then looked at the star map helplessly, and could only watch his teammates take the first step. An unknown fire rose up, and he cursed. “Damn, when will the equipment be ready?!”

replied the gunner. "I found the coil, but it's difficult to remove. The things here haven't been maintained for too long, so I can only violently remove it. The oil is overflowing, and there's also coolant. Emperor!"

The veteran covered his face and cursed. "It's hopeless." But his thoughts were sucked away by other things, because no matter how much he paid attention to the temperature, his will would become weaker and unstable. He wiped the fine frost on his cheeks, and the entire ship almost stopped in the void. , he was not worried about being hit, but looked at the signs of his comrades' signals on the star map.

They arrived near the war zone in about five minutes, but judging from the fact that they were far away from the war zone, they began to slow down. The veteran was rubbing his hands at the moment, trying to see something from the messy information so that everyone could survive. But then, unexpectedly, the two flashing dark green light spots suddenly disappeared. The veteran wiped his eyes. He hoped that this was a fake. After all, the two crew members ate with him before departure. dinner.

However, after about half a minute of silence, the signal still did not exist. The Imperial machine should not have such erratic signal fluctuations at a distance of only a few thousand kilometers, especially without atmospheric interference.

A bad signal flashed through his mind. His friends and comrades-in-arms were killed, but there were absolutely no enemies in that place, and there shouldn't be any enemies. However, something destroyed those, his comrades-in-arms, compatriots.

At this point, he felt more resentment and dissatisfaction than the cold. He spoke out of curiosity or doubt. "We're leaving."

replied the gunner. "There are about two screws left."

"Use some glue to stick it together. Is there something there?" the veteran replied, and then dialed all the communicators, hoping that enough people, whether members of the fleet or nearby squadrons performing missions, could hear it. "This is A1. Two carrier-based aircraft have disappeared near the dimension marked by the signal. I suspect the target may be nearby. Report, report..." His face suddenly turned bad because the electrical signal suddenly became extremely poor. Yes, all communications just now have been locked.

He knew many ways to block signals, but behind such actions they all represented high-value targets with high confidentiality. At this point, he understood that it was not that his comrades disappeared, but that the instrument was destroyed.

He licked his mouth, his mouth was dry. Because of fate, the lives of tens of billions of people in this sector depended on him. The victory of millions of people on this battlefield was also his. A small, less than 100,000 people. A 100-meter fighter plane carries the entire burden of a standard sub-sector of the Human Empire.

He started the engine, and the heat was slowly spurting out at this moment. Although it was far less powerful than the good times, it didn't matter now. After a few short thrusts, he cut through the entire dim void.

At the same time, the surrounding counterattack of the outer frigates and light cruisers arranged by the Imperial Guard also began. Therefore, at Bordero's command point, Alan Bair and the Astartes Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle looked like the stars on the star map. Starting to plan, the demigod superman said to the point.

"The enemy has been suppressed so much that they have withdrawn from most of the expected shooting positions. In the void, they have no position that is not locked by us and can touch us head-on. Their battleships have been locked tightly by the Imperial Navy. If you ask me to describe it, it’s like using your arms to imprison the enemy’s body during a battle.”

"And a person's physique is the premise that determines their absolute advantage and disadvantage in close combat, especially in the capture of the enemy with limbs. The Imperial Navy is not only better in technology, but also in physique and order of magnitude, muscles, weight, and height. Advantage, I can’t think of how the opponent can win.”

Alan Bair nodded. "But there's one thing I don't understand, and that's why the enemy retreats so easily. They should be holding their position, creating a better entry point, which is obviously better when their equipment fires. So, the lock on those things, that alien There are definitely limitations to the device's locking, and it would be much better if we could get the war records of the Feng family and Bandertal."

"But there are no what-ifs in this world, but I have always had a doubt, that is, the enemy has obviously not thought of ensuring those crucial shooting positions. In addition, I once guessed that the heretical equipment was carried on the battleship, so before I probably guessed that the lock was Relying on equipment such as torpedoes or ship-borne warehouses to launch magnetic or grappling hooks to fix the structure, and then slowly read the member's information from the ship and then lock it. This is also consistent with an alien race that is desperate and not very technologically advanced. destiny."

"Then the second problem arises, and that is the fault tolerance rate. The fault tolerance rate of battleships is low, because for races that have not mastered subspace technology such as void shields, the fragile structure of ion shields obviously cannot be relied on, and they can only Available in heavy armor, anti-beam coating and metal."

"At this point, I have stepped out of the imperial mindset. I used to think that ships are the best equipment to carry because their shape can travel through the void and maintain considerable mobility."

"But the enemy's easy concession made me realize that that thing is not just a battleship, but also a fortress, which is propelled forward by the void engine. It is a large and durable fortress."

After listening to those analyses, Master Chief Destruction Eagle couldn't help but think about its accuracy. Obviously, this is not impossible. A behemoth that can shoot from the whole body is equipped with a machine that relies on the genes of high-level humans to attack. There is definitely a risk of overloading the equipment, and the only way to reduce the burden is to rely on locked genes. Facing Space Marines, its upper limit is probably hundreds to thousands.

His superhuman thoughts made everything clearer, and the specific effects of the monster engine were finally figured out. It was a fortress, a device that relied on small institutions to lock and record the genomes of fleet members through special methods. It may have used psychic energy, or special The scanning method, which concentrates all the wisdom of a desperate race, makes it feel tricky and partial in some places.

The Master Chief said immediately. "Damn, there's no way an interceptor can destroy a fortress, the depth and thickness of that thing is different."

Alan Bayer shook his head. "But the Emperor favors us. Don't forget what the veteran we saw yesterday went through."

He was right. The Master Chief showed a wry smile. They got it right and sent a man who had dozens of attacks on the void structure to face the war of the void fortress. At the same time, he looked towards the void. The battleship competition had been divided. Up and down, the Imperial Navy suppressed the remaining defeated generals with absolute superiority.

But he was thinking of those interceptors, and that was all he could say at the moment. "May the Emperor protect those warriors."

Alan Beyer simply replied. "He has already sheltered us. After one of our mistakes and one correction, fate just made up for our choice. Originally, it was impossible for the interceptor aircraft to attack the battleship to know how to attack the fortress, but we found him and made a mistake. By mistake, this squadron, which had experienced the attack on the fortress, was sent to the battlefield. "

"Now it is not the emperor who protects us, but our struggle for victory. And you and I, the heroes of the empire and the lords of the empire, can only try to deal with as many enemy ships as possible for those who are brave and powerful." After his words fell, he commanded The room returned to silence, watching the continuous noisy shooting of the macro cannon. The battlefield also heated up. Melee troops and lords and governors from various places also joined the battlefield. The firelight was enough to cover a whole world.

Bright light replaced the stars, and the entire void became excessively bright and boundless. Under such circumstances, the veteran cursed the paralysis of the divination instrument and the helplessness of the radio, but his eyes locked on a glimmer of light in the darkness. He found Got that bastard, this guy was smart enough to find out on the interceptors of his compatriots and comrades

After that it retreated from the battlefield like a poisonous snake.

If it weren't for his extraordinary vision of the void, which was almost like a superpower, he really wouldn't have been able to sense that huge thing hiding in the darkness of the void.

He speeded up and approached there, because that ray of light was obviously not a star. The roar of the propeller became faster and louder, and then instantly passed through its blurry surroundings. The distance was beyond the visual ability of human eyes. For sub-light speed engines, It's just a moment.

The dark-colored alien creature appeared in front of him, and the two carrier-based aircraft were shooting around its thick shell. The shape of this monster was very unique. Its whole body was like a top, with a large number of accelerating ions similar to those used by titanium. Giant launch ports for close-in defense cannons and macro-cannons, but those things are more similar to the airdrop launch ports of Space Marine warships. Although the overall technology style is streamlined, the installation and modules have a strong Imperial style. They were obviously learned during the Great Expedition. of.

And this energetic race, a race similar to the titanium, with considerable psychic talent, was just a small bug that had to be cleaned up by the empire at that time...