Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

0.2 seconds is probably the reaction limit of a professional soldier, but the action of reaching out, picking it up, and then throwing it still takes a second, not to mention that the throwing object has different landing points, and it can also roll and throw grenades. The operation of going back is not advocated by the Imperial Guard in a practical sense.

To be precise, all military organizations in human civilization to this day are engaging in extreme behavior that has not been advocated since the beginning of so-called explosive projectiles.

And in this cruel dark universe, the dark galaxy for thousands of years, following the rules and breaking the rules have been going on simultaneously. Miracles, everything the Emperor showed, are miracles for humans, so that most of the low-probability events in the future will become his of gifts.

In any case, let the magnanimous and benevolent Emperor once again work for his stupid heir, when the Master Chief bent down with a reaction speed far beyond human beings and a movement with extremely small amplitude and speed that made the power armor rattle. The evil thing created by the alien was already glowing blue.

If the electromagnetic pulse destroys the system of the car body, then this ancient alien artifact will be exposed without protection. With only a thin layer of iron, no one knows what it will do to this place. hell on earth.

This cruel universe has long since lost all its gentleness towards humans. Those tolerances it once had were all disgusting conspiracies of the gods. Only the Emperor is still kind. As the Lord of humanity above the sky, how great he is.

Now, the miracle happened again. The Master Chief raised the object, and this abominable, disgusting, alien creation happened to fall next to his footsteps. It took only two or three steps. Even so, the false flesh on his body was gone because of it. The high-intensity activity also dropped, revealing the red and white power armor inside.

Just when the projectile was lifted again, the ferocity and danger were worth it. The Master Chief's arm ejected like a grenade launcher. After the sound of breaking through the air, the round device pierced the sky and exploded about 0.2 seconds later.

A dazzling light burst out. The titanium added inside the electromagnetic pulse bomb prevented the enemy pilot from using it. It also told his soldiers that the enemy's equipment had failed. In just 0.2 seconds, the projectile flew dozens of meters into the sky. Barely without much impact.

Those religious personnel, that is, members of the sisterhood, looked at the flash of light in the sky worriedly from inside the car. They seemed not to care about the state of the Master Chief at all. He put the padded muscles back on his exposed armor at an extremely fast speed. Behind the outside, a voice came from the second lieutenant's communicator.

"Mission accomplished..." He sounded in a very bad state, gasping for air and hoarse like a broken accordion.

"What's wrong with you, sergeant!" the second lieutenant asked worriedly.

"Resonance, the thing inside, my body sent out spiritual energy to advance and accelerate its movements, and then something inside erupted with strong spiritual energy fluctuations. I almost saw the thing inside through the metal."

His mind recalled that it was in the pitch black, white, as white as bones, exquisitely cast into complex statues, with many arms, grotesque shapes, sitting in the air, it was...

A monstrous human woman! Using the spiritual bones of the Eldar, those spiritual energy conductors are also spiritual energy media. They are powerful building materials, with strength comparable to adamantine, and are also spiritual energy media, but they are only items. This The spiritual source of sculpture, in the highest heaven, is a name that we cannot touch.

He analyzed calmly, but his mind was in a mess. The evil god of subspace was interfering with his thoughts. Although it was just a glimpse, he was more angry than being controlled, afraid, or worried.

This Order is transporting the Taboos of the Imperial Taboo, more terrifying than any heretical book. If this sculpture is transported to the Tantric Order, psykers can directly listen to the whispers of this evil god at its location, including countless Taboos. , madness, will tear the empire into pieces.

"Sergeant! Continue the mission, no matter what is inside, remember, destroy Bandertal, destroy the Purple Hand!" the second lieutenant emphasized, and the sergeant chief also replied.

"Brother, I have no problem, I was just surprised by those evil things. The thoughts given to me by the emperor are as strong as steel and fine gold. The spiritual skills I learned the day after tomorrow allow me to resist those madness. Now I am extremely lucky that I am here. Not any battle brother or psyker, otherwise the tragedy will inevitably be unstoppable."

"This is a miracle gifted by the Emperor. I have seen and understood that everything we have done during this period has value. This is a great chessboard. We can move forward as soldiers and extend the life of the empire for thousands of years. ”

His words contain countless emotions without fluctuations. Praying and chanting are not his own experiences, but this state is the best. Emotions are the foundation of spiritual energy. After the soul is connected to the subspace, it becomes more and more ruthless. Only in this way can people become more and more out of control.

This is extremely difficult for a benevolent demigod, but he is gifted with it, because kindness and firm will will always be his background, helping him to overcome difficulties. People without emotions will not be controlled by subspace. , but it is impossible to devote oneself to the empire.

The great warrior arranged his equipment, and the ensign gave his orders.

"Attention all, the next civilians who approach the vehicle crew, regardless of men, women, old or young, no matter dignitaries, regardless of status, will be shot to death. At the same time, the correspondents of each company will start broadcasting, announcing to all reasonable people here that anyone who comes close will be shot to death."

His words were cold and ruthless, but in this cruel universe, even children can become terrifying weapons that almost wipe out their entire army. In this era, it has nothing to do with grade or identity. As long as you are still alive, you will be attacked by them and those boundless The dark evils used them as props. Now, only the cold light of the Emperor can guide people to stagger forward in the winter-like darkness.

Cold, this world is extremely cold, not the temperature, because the stars must be hard-working, but the malice, the malice crawling out from the highest sky, that is, the subspace, is almost suffocating.

The Imperial Guard carried those things forward. They were clothed with the kindness and will given by the Emperor, but also with his cruelty and ruthlessness. During the next trip, the convoy encountered locals several times, and some people stretched out their hands to ask for help. She was desperate for food, hungry and weak, and she didn't leave just because she didn't have the strength to move her body.

But so what, what about the weak, so what compared with the empire's elite 30,000 troops and an alien artifact? But a single automatic gun bullet ended her pitiful life at a long distance, and the depressed and shriveled The body split instantly and became a puddle like a piece of rag scattered on the ground.

Some people want to die, because suicide is difficult, and death requires more luck. In the industrial area, there are many people who heard that relatives at home died crazy due to attacks by hive gangs, or were starved to death, or were killed by gene stealers, mobile aliens , and even got involved in several conspiracies.

Although the probability is not high, it is impossible. There are also some people who are tortured to the point of being unable to endure the day and night work. The factory will not let them die because they are valuable and can still work. Then the Imperial Guard becomes a death sentence. tower.

Think about it, what could be more satisfying than a bullet, a strafing shot, embedded in one's heart and brain? The collapsed and crying man dragged his own pace, ignored the warning, opened his arms wide, and was exploded by a sniper. As the leader, as the Emperor, the Empire gave him one of the few true mercy, which was to grant him a painless death.

The hell of the hive city is the various aspects of life, that is, the scenery where human civilization condenses itself all together. There are people who are born noble and aloof, and there are people who live a perfect and contented life, and there are also people who have a plain and mediocre life.

More, it is pain, oppression, despair, accident, and death, entrenched in this dark and dry place. They are not worth saving and do not need saving. When they were born in an ordinary or even broken family, they were already There is no hope.

After the sniper shot and killed dozens of ordinary people or people hired by the enemy who were approaching, numbness crawled into the hearts of the Imperial Guard soldiers early. The Skadi people do not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and the sense of guilt is like attached to their bones. The maggots make it difficult to breathe.

No matter where they arrive, they are more of a savior, whether it is the grateful expressions of the locals or the obedience of the PDFs, but they have forgotten that the Imperial Guard most often sees the world being slaughtered by heretics and aliens. A lifeless hell.

Their achievements lie more in the blessing of the Emperor, who can be ruled by a person with extremely high power and willpower. Yes, the existence of Alan Bair has greatly reduced the obese operating efficiency of the empire, allowing many miracles to occur.

Although it can only be done by scheduling half a month in advance, setting off and detecting quickly, but for the huge and corrupt empire, as well as the various malicious interferences in the subspace, those things are extremely difficult. At this point, Alan Bair The expedition was a real miracle.

After the hellish time of becoming executioners, the Imperial Guard finally arrived in front of the industrial elevator. In front of the complex and demanding sentry, the convoy stopped. It should be safe here, but it is not safe either.

The second lieutenant saw the hypothetical multi-link heavy lasers and missiles capable of destroying vehicles in those forts with thick sentries. Even if the pdf training was insufficient, a sudden attack on them would not make the situation too optimistic.

As the guards used their rasterizers to amplify their voices, they shouted. "Please stop the vehicle ahead and accept inspection!"

The Imperial Guard stopped. Their cargo, that is, the weapons and equipment, had been crudely modified. At first glance, they were just ordinary reserve weapons. As long as they were not checked too carefully, the enemy did not have experts like the Forging Sage. Those things They are just normal mercenary weapons.

The second lieutenant was not worried about this aspect, but out of expectation, the vehicle carrying the sisterhood members radioed to leave the crew. After receiving the commander's reply, the vehicle started, but the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle suddenly spoke.

"Don't agree, I feel psychic powers, those religious people have psychic powers!"

"Mind control!" The second lieutenant immediately realized something was wrong and ordered. "Catachan Guards, take control of the sedan!"

Several heavy-duty Chimera armored vehicles were jammed around the car. Many Catachan soldiers who had replaced their explosive weapons got out of the vehicles and controlled those people.

At this moment, inside the train crew, the old woman's eyes glowed strangely purple. She gasped, then waved her arms and said to the Catachans. "Untie the siege!"

The forest warriors covered their heads and slowly retreated. In just an instant, a huge "Ogryn" jumped up from the truck platform, his eyes glowed brightly, and he shouted. "A natural disaster is coming!"

The Master Chief was not wearing a helmet at this moment, but his voice was so loud that it was surprising. The huge psychic energy was released. After a slight "bump", the old woman's head fell to the ground like an overripe watermelon. split.

This is the think tank taught by the greatest psyker in the empire. It can completely control the release of its own psychic energy. Those controlled Catachan also covered their heads and stood up. The sudden change made them at a loss. At the same time, the guard tower The same goes for pdf.

The second lieutenant immediately gave the order. "Attack, shoot, clear the platform, the Eagle of Destruction takes off, seize the high ground, and the Catachans tie up the remaining members of the Sisterhood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant truck suddenly sprinted forward restlessly, trying desperately to squeeze out several Chimera armored vehicles. However, its driver greatly underestimated the weight of the vehicle crew and really thought those things were civilian vehicles.

Bang bang bang, after three sounds, Catachan Master Chief released the trigger, and the explosive shotgun smashed the cab of the truck, stopping the driver's madness. The sniper team headed by the Letling boy continued to attack, and the bullets were all fired. It is like a death scythe harvesting the lives of enemies on a high platform.

Those fortresses made of fine gold cannot protect the fragile vitality of the PDFs. The special operations forces of the Imperial Guard keep their weapons beside them to ensure that they can restore their combat effectiveness anytime and anywhere.

However, the second lieutenant was still dissatisfied. After all, this operation was flawless. He thought about what the problem was. At the same time, he watched the soldiers of the Imperial Guard control the area. The Destruction Eagle flew up to the high platform and used chainswords and bolt pistols to clear out the enemies. At the same time, several It's also very interesting to see a big "Ogryn" so agile.

Until he saw the fake muscles that fell from the body of the Space Marines, and the sense of incongruity caused by the extremely sensitive movements.

It was the Master Chief's helpless move that made them aware of it. Those people were very sensitive, like frightened rabbits. However, although there were changes, the overall effect of the surprise attack was achieved. The Second Lieutenant opened the communicator and spoke to the Astartes. .

"This is the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Brother Astartes. Do you have control of the transmitter?"

"Roger, the control has been completed, we are starting the elevator, and the enemy was killed before he had time to sound the alarm!"

The ensign's giant elevator connecting "heaven and earth" slowly opened. Catachan hung the huge heretic equipment platform on the back of the Space Marine's Land Raider and announced at the same time. "The invasion of the lair begins. The goal is to kill the enemy lord, the traitor Bandertal!"