Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

"One might think that the lower servants of the Dark would be less blessed than their more noble counterparts, but that is not the case. The mark of the Dark Gods is as much on these foul monsters as on any group of them. It is equally evident in fallen humans, perhaps even more so, for these creatures, known as beastmen, seem to be embraced by their gods as fully as parents embrace their children, more so than any other creature. Close to the heart of chaos and therefore very scary."

——"The Ceremony of Chaos"

The vehicle crew moves forward, the air is low, and the poisonous mist carries a dim light. There are not many light sources here. Everything costs money, and everything needs value. Among the gene stealer's nests next to the road are like abandoned houses. , greedy eyes and the faint reflection flashing in front of the Imperial Guard's car lights.

As for the second lieutenant, he got through it, but I personally don’t agree with the so-called "what doesn’t defeat him will only make him stronger." Such nonsense, those things will make people more vulnerable until they heal. He is far weaker than before he was injured. At least, he now pretends that those things don't matter and faces this dark lair with the same attitude as before.

As a hive man, he was deeply hurt in this place where he was born and raised. At least when he realized that the empire's senior officials intentionally or unintentionally ignored the cleanup because it was too inefficient and cost-effective, those oaths he had made and what he believed All human purity is gone.

But he was still driven by responsibility. He needed to be responsible for the empire. At this point, he adjusted his emotions quickly, especially when he smelled the disgusting smell of the air that was like hell here, repeated hundreds of times.

It can be said that no one who wants to survive in this cruel universe has enough time to vent his emotions. No one is surprised that he recovered so quickly. When he returns to the command room, he will not care as if he is in peace. I lost my temper and just asked. "How much longer?"

Master Chief Destruction Eagle was happy to see his brother recover so quickly. He looked at the dashboard. "It's about four Terra hours, not too far away, about two hundred kilometers before we enter the battle line."

"We will reach the bottom of the main nest. There are people to support us there, my organization. Then we can rest and organize the next attack. There is still time left, so it is not a big problem." It is rare for wild snakes to participate in things here. Among them, his words also meant that they would stay in the lower nest for a while longer, but although this place was scary, it was not the nightmare place they imagined.

It's just that the sky and the ground are very close, less than 90 meters apart. This place is more like a box than a neighborhood, which makes people feel depressed and suffocated.

But just a few more days is not unacceptable. The depression and pain are not things that will be transferred after one day's stay. They are just the psychic giant of the Destroying Eagle. At this moment, our hero Master Chief suddenly covered his head and fell into Meditating, he sat directly inside the vehicle. His huge body blocked a considerable area. This huge, modified Chimera suddenly seemed stretched.

The ensign spoke. "what happened?"

Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle replied. "I feel it." He closed his eyes, and his spiritual energy was gently vented, until a long animal howl came from the endless darkness in the distance. After a short explosion that was confusing, the second lieutenant shouted . "what is that?"

That kind of sound is long and resentful, making people can't help but feel horrified. It carries a long horn sound and spreads in the darkest places at the bottom of the hive city. At the same time, the thing that accompanies its anger is the roar of firearms. Thousands of Genestealers crawled out of the ruins. Most of them were 1-3 generations of non-player groups. Each of them also had a powerful complete body, with 2-4 of their arms holding weapons.

Huge mutants, or sergeants with certain psychic powers, this twisted organizational group is beginning to take shape. They are not much weaker than the Imperial Guard. Although they are not as good as the elites, they are still perfect and can survive in this dark universe. terrible military power.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, roars, and the sound of the gene stealers' chitinous bones cracking. At the same time, a strange sound of footsteps kept coming. The second lieutenant had seen countless horrors in the terrifying void, but he didn't understand what was happening here. .

He looked at the wild snake. He subconsciously faced the smartest man, but the wild snake also had a solemn expression. He lay on the window and observed carefully until a bright red broken horn flew from a distance and hit the car body. Then it fell to the ground and was crushed into powder by the tracks.

"Our cousins, a subspecies of humanity, monsters not recognized by the empire, are the so-called beastmen, villains who believe in the gods."

The lieutenant's expression was frozen. He probably only thought those monsters were mutants or some other rumor, but now it seemed that the beastmen really existed, so he immediately asked. "Why, why did they attack us."

replied the wild snake. "I'm not sure, those things mean that war gangs are organized. A large war gang has hundreds of thousands of monsters. Due to their largest size, the beastmen, the big horns rule, and the smaller ones only range from hundreds to thousands, but I have to admit that , Those twisted and grotesque things only obey their own desires and the calls of the gods. In other words, they do not come for us, but want to get this path. "

"The change of power is commonplace in this place. We don't need to care about them. They will only clean up those gene stealers. Of course, those who kill Red Eyes are not excluded. As far as I know, the beastmen like the mortal flesh and blood of the Emperor."

the second lieutenant asked again. "Then how effective are they in combat?"

"The inferior ones are not as good as ordinary people, and the strong ones are slightly stronger than ordinary soldiers. Their fur has good defensive power, but more importantly, it is the armor on their bodies. They don't have much advantage against laser guns. In the end, they are just nests. They are all similar." Wild Snake said in a relaxed tone.

"Very good." The second lieutenant turned on the communicator. "Attention all units, we are being attacked by beastmen. Those things are not strong and we can kill them easily. Moreover, they are fighting with local gangs, so don't be afraid. If you encounter direct fire when they walk into the road, they do not believe in the emperor. Although the emperor is not a mutant, he is not much better than them. Once encountered, kill them first. "

After he finished speaking, Sergeant Eagle of Destruction stood up and shook his head. "I heard the cry, it was not from words, it was not from physical reality, and I caught hold of those things that came not for material things, but to serve their masters."

"The greed in the hearts of those beasts, and the entire nest of monsters are coming here, in other words."

Wild Snake added in disbelief. "Millions of them? Sir, you are not wrong in your estimation. Who can control so many wild beasts? Could it be that the gods directly made fables?" His tone was no longer relaxed.

But before he could refute too much, the sound of war here became more and more fierce. At the same time, many beastmen began to rush into the road. Those things were covered in the flesh and blood of gene stealers to some extent, and there were even many extremely sharp weapons on their bodies. Traces of a Genestealer claw cut.

Generally speaking, how to describe this thing is that it is primitive. Although the weapons are not bows and arrows and spears, they are mostly simple mechanisms such as shotguns or long hunting rifles. They can only be said to be ammunition delivery devices, holding broken weapons. The tattered swords and axes resembled those of orcs, and their almost two-meter-long bodies were heaving and panting, and most of them had a damaged genestealer hybrid body on their head.

There is a roaring wildness around them, with fur hanging down from the whole body. Except for the broken metal armor, it is almost naked flesh and blood. Except for the human-like arms, the weakly curved exposed back and abdomen are like humans, and their heads are completely made of giant horns. The monster looks like a cross between a cow and a sheep, with a face like a sheep, horns like a cow, and horizontal pupils that look more like a demon. It has hooves and charges down.

the soldier shouted. "Fire!" The explosive shells on the Chimera were fired. Most of the orcs who could cross the battle line had strong horns. You can see that their huge bodies were shot by explosive shells three or four times before they were scattered into two pieces. The broken body was still In Tics, its toughness already exceeds that of its human cousins.

Until the car body crushed its wreckage and turned it into mince, this twisted thing still crazily thirsted for the flesh and blood of loyalists. At this point, more and more beastmen began to break through the defense line, and what the wild snake wanted It's completely different. Those monsters came towards the Imperial Guard from the beginning.

There were even some crazy beasts that hit the vehicle with their big horns, causing the Imperial Guard's tracked vehicle to shake slightly and even cause obvious dents. The big horns blessed by the gods obviously showed power that was not consistent with their structure, but like this There were only a few, and with the combined efforts of veterans of the Catachan and Skadi 4th Infantry Regiments, most of the beastmen were eviscerated by projectiles before they could even reach the crew.

It's just that the increasing number of enemies at this moment is clearly consuming the Imperial Guard's strategic reserves, and the constant roar of horns in the distance is even more exhausting.

Under the absolute numerical disadvantage, those gene stealers were defeated. The empire once recorded that the beastmen occupied the imperial world at such a rapid speed with the grace of the gods that the empire had to use the extermination order. It is probably not false, but Those twisted things are usually very scattered. The leaders of different tribes and war gangs have different ideas and will never unite.

The wild snake looked at the dark beasts here emerging from the ruins on the distant horizon, and he couldn't help but start thinking.

"Yes, Purple Hand, they predicted that we would come here, damn it." He was not as calm as usual, and he was instantly confused. The overwhelming dominance of the Purple Hand over the hive city also affected him. Layout, and at this moment those fears completely crept into his heart, the powerful acolyte recalled the only two things he feared in this world, the Grand Inquisitor and this organization.

This dying man and hateful clown suddenly began to waver. If he was willing to be a wanted criminal of the empire for the rest of his life, he would probably not die hiding here, but he had to pray for hope, and the emperor was now punishing him!

His expression was so bad that even the second lieutenant could see it clearly. He was in this state until the second lieutenant roared to wake him up. "What are you doing?!"

The man paused for a moment, then said desperately. "Here, there are a million beasts in this lower level, and we can't get out!"

But this time it was the second lieutenant's turn to become a teacher, and he told a very simple reality. "Wars are not won by numbers. If it were just numbers, how many enemies can be accommodated in the space around us today? A few thousand or at most tens of thousands of projectiles. Although it is a bit wasteful, it is definitely not insurmountable."

"And the Skadi Fourth Regiment, Catachan, and Astartes are all good things to do with less to defeat more. Mr. Wild Snake, stop now and watch our performance."

he, the commander of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, asked the Astartes, the Master Chief. "Our think tank sir, can you target that psyker?"

the Master Chief replied. "He is going to the nest, and those beasts are not controlled, but guided. He will not let those monsters enter the area controlled by the lord. We can just walk out."

the lieutenant replied. "One of the few good news, then." He turned on the communicator.

"Attention all soldiers, we have not encountered a decent enemy since the beginning of the war, and you and I both know that it is a bit overkill to deal with boring things, such as beasts or genestealer hybrids, but I can say that in the future, Take care of yourself on the way down.”

"Fire, fire, those Beastmen trample on the Emperor's gifts, those Genestealers are ugly and disgusting, roar your wrath now, and illuminate this lower hell with fire and death, brothers!"

"The 4th Skadi Regiment, the 3rd Storm Troopers, the 2nd Regiment of Gundvar VI Catachan, my many brothers and sisters, and the great Eagles of Destruction Astartes fought their way out of the siege, and now this That's my order!"

Those bloody, painful, twisted, and grotesque things have been witnessed again and again in the long history of mankind, but mankind has survived to this day, relying on the emperor's light or something greater? Of course, but the root cause is still the stubborn resilience of the human race. At this point, I have to agree with the Eldar's evaluation of humans.

Mengqi refers to the clumsy, stupid, powerful and adaptable barbarians. In order to survive, in order to survive in this cruel world, in order to gain a foothold in the void, human beings, at the end of this dark fourth millennium, have begun to fight against each other. Those beastmen are more savage, crazy, and powerful.

It was not humans who were driven to the nest, nor the Imperial Guard or PDF. Those beasts were now responsible for their arrogance and manipulated stupidity. After a few bright shots, those beasts turned into minced meat and filled with filth. This road is a sharp blade of the highest order of mankind. Those Imperial Guards, great soldiers, are killing and fulfilling their responsibilities.

For the Emperor.