Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The crew drove past high walls and guard towers made of adamantine and concrete. Those heavy laser cannons or logging guns were temporarily useless to them, but no one could guarantee that this would still be the case in the future.

The second lieutenant licked his chapped mouth. The old PDF spoke loudly. The entire crew could hear him clearly. However, it was obvious that he did not want to make the Imperial Guard public. At least his words were full of A somewhat personal thank you.

In this crazy universe, the price of trusting anyone is extremely high. Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle recommended that his troops assassinate the man. However, the few humanity inherited from the ancient man Alan Bair made the second lieutenant deny this. matter.

This was risky. As the commander-in-chief of the operation, he should not be so reckless. Even though he still felt scared for a while, he did not regret his proposal.

When the crew left the gate, he had put those thoughts behind his head. What faced them next? Whether it was psychic witchcraft, heresy, or a crazy human heart, he didn't know. He could only pray for his own safety. A moment of kindness is no more dangerous than those things.

It's just that he is more concerned about another situation than those things. His eyes have already seen the huge dark golden elevator in the center of the nest, which is different from the unique dark technology era product on the forest world of Gundwa VI.

This giant machine that connects the upper and lower parts of the hive is a complete product of the empire. It is also heavily guarded and has an emergency destruction system. The nobles can rely on the transport ship to get up and down, evacuate, and come back. The elevator is more to maintain their extravagant material possessions. demand and large-scale personnel transportation needs.

At the same time, this is one of the few places where the Imperial Guard can break through head-on. Although there are more than one or two tall industrial-grade giant elevators, they can be forcibly blasted if they are found to have broken through. It takes several hours to pass through the gap between the upper nest and the middle nest. In ten minutes, as long as the enemy finds out, the Imperial Guard may be completely wiped out.

However, all this is because the fleet cannot directly penetrate the complex defense system of the main nest. Bandertal's mansion is also protected by the void shield system. Even if he tries his best, it will be difficult to win. The only option is the ground invasion of the Imperial Guard.

It's a bit difficult to get off, but the second lieutenant is not desperate. As long as he can find a way to take down the local console and signal transmitter, that is, a surprise attack, and prioritize the destruction of the enemy's ability to communicate with the headquarters, then it is not impossible.

The Space Marines and Catachan are capable enough, and although it is difficult, the Emperor protects them...

It's just that as a commander, it's a great shame to put soldiers into a situation where they can't escape intact. Coupled with the existence of psykers in the enemy's intelligence, their uncomfortable and fragmented precognitive abilities are hard to guard against...

Just suddenly, the radio on his waist rang. He pressed the button, and the sound of wild snakes came as expected. And he looked at the streets here, how nostalgic those residential areas were, from the bottom to the top, they could not be seen at a glance. In the huge structure at the end, humans are stored inside like warehouse goods, without sunlight or hope.

For the second lieutenant, such scenery is almost boring. It reminds him of the few memories of life in the hive city where Skadi has left. It is like a lifetime ago, from a hive man to an imperial commander. Looking at it now , it’s still the same here.

The huge city constructed of tall concrete and pitch-black adamantium binds any living person living in it like a prison cell.

Lieutenant Muna's answer. "I'm here, what can I do, Mr. Wild Snake?"

"Please tell the crew to move to the right. There is a warehouse there, which is a relatively trustworthy third-party platform. We need to put the supplies in. The crew cannot enter the next place, and they can also be used as soldiers there. Camp." Wild Snake said.

the lieutenant replied. "Then show me their fire seals. I want to verify them. It's still identifiable to a certain extent. Although I don't expect them to have the same tiny array of meditators working in them as the official imperial agencies, but it's still somewhat identifiable. Recognizability?"

"Of course, I will have my men deliver it to you right away, but I would like to invite you and your staff to our snake den." His words were a bit too much, so the second lieutenant asked sternly.

"I can't expose the core command to danger. Even though we have gone all the way and you have proven your loyalty several times, I still can't rest assured."

"I understand, sir." The communicator continued. "What if I say that I have the means to reach the front of the palace?" His tone was three-point provocation and seven-point confidence, and the second lieutenant asked a little incredulously.

"In front of the palace? Tell me, how do we get to the upper nest through the industrial-grade elevator?"

"If the enemy jumps over the wall and blows up the elevator, we will be in a dilemma. According to you, we can easily cross the thousand-meter-high giant?" the second lieutenant asked incredulously.

The wild snake just said. "At the next bend at the intersection, there is a warehouse with an open door. Tell the soldiers to drive in."

The second lieutenant observed the place, which was less than two hundred meters away. From the perspective of an empire citizen, even if he lived in the forging world, he had never seen such a narrow place. People walked through the streets, and the road about 6 meters wide was filled with various products. There are a variety of goods and cluttered people, with concrete walls on both sides, completely inaccessible to the vehicle crew.

Thinking this way, the Imperial Guard can only park supplies and vehicles in temporary warehouses with high prices. Of course, he will also send people to supervise them, but it is not safe to enter such a mixed place, especially when he is still wearing this tattered armor. .

But he still gave the order, and the vehicle crew slowly entered the entrance of the warehouse. This place was no different from most dark and gloomy basements, except that the space was large enough. After accommodating most of the vehicle crew, there was still space for soldiers to lay down on the floor, which was almost the same. There must be more than 6,000 square meters of space, and the setting is so empty that it makes people feel scared. Apart from the concrete floor and fine gold walls, there are only lumen balls and concrete load-bearing columns here.

He watched the wild snake get out of the vehicle and started chatting with the person in charge here. Ironically, the huge space here can allow people who can pay to park their goods and maintain a considerable degree of privacy, but it cannot be used by those who can afford it. Poor Hive City residents gain a few square meters of valuable space.

Of course, those people probably can't afford it. In the residential areas of Chaodu where land is at a premium, they can only rely on cheap public transportation to work in the industrial areas in exchange for three meals and a living area. But most people spend their entire lives It only weighs 10 throne coins, in other words, about a bag of high-priced natural flour from this area or two sets of carapace.

Even if all the ordinary people in this hive city do not eat or drink, for a war, especially a huge war across star regions, it is only less than one billionth of the supplies. At this point, the value of human life has become extremely low.

At this moment, Wild Snake's communication ended, and his happy look made the second lieutenant a little hesitant, and he spoke. "What's wrong?"

"We can use 15 throne coins for half a month, calculated in standard Terra days, and the power here can be used at will, which is enough for us to adjust!" Wild Snake replied.

The ensign nodded and answered. "Very good, go to the logistics department to get the money."

"Money?" Wild Snake immediately shook his head. "No, no, no, it's all my fault. I hope to pay something for this. The throne coins are not important. I will probably be dead in the future. If I don't succeed, the Lord of Skadi will not be able to protect me. I want myself The savings are of no use.”

His behavior was in sharp contrast to when he blackmailed loyalist Magron and Judge Nova. He is not someone who values ​​wealth as much as his life. Just as Nova said, you can obviously take the money and try to fly away. But in fact, he chose to put everything on the Skadi people.

Maybe it was because he saw the difference in Alan Bair, or because there were no orphans or murders in the new Skadi. He knew that what he did was not rational, but there should always be a goal in life, not just the manor, but also Someone who wants to be a part of the miracle, not someone who always hides behind.

The second lieutenant did not refute. After all, the less supplies you can use, the more chances you have for victory. 15 throne coins is a considerable amount of money, although it is probably not worth mentioning if it is shared among the tens of thousands of soldiers here.

At this point, he felt that the man in front of him was too easy to use, and he began to understand why the Grand Inquisitor liked to promote his acolytes. Those who were shrewd, intelligent and powerful were looking after him. That was a human being and an intelligent creature. , it is said that it is an addictive experience.

"Okay, as a thank you, the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle and I will go and take a look at the place you mentioned." This time he rarely agreed to this man readily. The wild snake did not show much surprise and just nodded politely. , and pointed the way.

They walked out of the side of the warehouse. This small door was directly connected to a small street. The street was less than six meters long and filled with stalls. At most, three people could stand side by side. The sergeant chief's huge body could only follow behind them. The wild snake spoke earnestly and thoughtfully. The introduction is here.

"Grove Street, the most prosperous place in the Middle Nest, has everything from the legendary Gro Jar to the most mouth-watering Gro Barbecue, from the Imperial Guard's laser gun to large-caliber automatic weapons." He was like This tourist who doesn't fit in here is different from the numb expressions of most passers-by or the flattering faces of shopkeepers.

He doesn't look like someone who belongs to the hive city, but he was indeed born here. No one can tell clearly whether those expressions are fake or real.

Wearing a mask for a long time makes it difficult to distinguish one's true nature, and after a good show has been performed for a long time, one cannot distinguish reality. Wild Snake has lived like this since he was a child, and will continue to do so in the future. Even though he is honest and honest, most people still feel that he is not Reliable, as long as he is not faced with one of the countless characters he has performed, this person is inherently distrustful.

At this point, he can have everything he wants in the hive city, and he can also be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of countless official forces in the empire. Such a person will probably never become a judge in his life, because the loyalty he needs most is hidden deep and difficult in his heart. Searching.

As he led the group, they quickly arrived at a narrow basement. After he patted the dust at the door and got into it in a deserted corner of the street, they found that it was filled with a lot of construction debris that had been covered with dust for a long time. , looks like an unmanaged garbage warehouse.

He moved the things in the corner to reveal a small door, opened it with a key, got in, and followed the ladder down. In this unattended place, a ray of light appeared from below. It was a strategy room with three people sitting there. It is composed of various complex instruments and a huge table with a strategic map of the hive city. It is simple but complete.

And those three people were on the phone all the time, looking at several screens, calculating or recording. They all wore rough brown hooded robes. At first glance, they were no different from ordinary people numb on the road, but they were in better spirits than them. When the snake walked below, they immediately stood up and saluted, and the wild snake returned the salute.

"Fellow acolytes, in the second year after the fall of our rose-knot-holding master, we once again welcomed a new master." He clapped. The three men were all bald men wearing hoods. Except for their age, They looked almost the same, and the middle-aged people, young people, and women also applauded at the same time.

It was hard to imagine that the notorious minions of the Inquisition looked so ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. The second lieutenant couldn't help but think of the rumors about cloning technology. However, when a person became famous, a word or a document from the Inquisition could be enough. Throwing him into the abyss, it is not difficult to imagine that there may be subordinates of the Tribunal around you, and they don't even know that they are serving the Tribunal.

The second lieutenant asked more concerned than this. "How far can the communicator here communicate? Can I use this as the second headquarters?"

Wild Snake extinguished those thoughts with one word. "The communicator here can only connect to internal channels. It is specially made by the Tribunal. Although it is very powerful, it has not been adjusted by the sage who made it. It can only be used for intelligence purposes."

The ensign could only ask again. "Then what do you want me to do here?"

replied the wild snake. "I just need a safe place to talk about this. In fact, we have contacted a mission, a mercenary, which requires mercenaries, a large number of mercenaries, and the destination is an ordinary warehouse in the upper nest."

The ensign beamed, but he asked again. "Then why did you bring us here? Just tell us normally!"

The wild snake shook his head. "The hirers are the Sisters of Evolution. In other words, they are most likely the Purple Hand, and we are in their lair."

The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle now spoke. "The walls here have psychic suppression crystals or psychic suppressors. I can feel that the subspace energy is being extracted. Although it cannot completely suppress psychic energy, it can weaken most of the psychic witchcraft."

"Yes, that's why I brought you here. I need to avoid the enemy's detection all the time. Then, I need you to become a hired hand and transport that thing to the upper nest. Then I will no longer be able to help. There are too many of you, because in name, we are not a team, but an employment relationship.”

"Next, I will introduce you to those people under the pretext of referral. If nothing goes wrong on the following trip, you can reach the upper nest smoothly and intercept the supplies transported by the enemy. And next... I really look like I'll go with you and watch that old man from Bandertal die, just."

The wild snake choked up and then said. "I wish you all good luck in martial arts. I, the former chief acolyte of the Pangia sub-sector of the Inquisition, would like to bid you farewell!"