Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Artificial light descends from the false dome of the castle garden. In this dark end of the 40th millennium, an era of despair for the human empire and human civilization, huge and gorgeous palaces were built in countless pains. Enjoy the beauty that is no different from a real star. Light, taste the luxury that belongs only to the top of the pyramid, that is, to this palace, to this man's garden.

Flowers and plants, soil and fertilizer, oxygen and fresh water, those vegetation, mountains and rivers, are all more precious than the lives of tens of thousands of people in the hive city, because everything here requires countless resources from the rich world specially provided from the void.

The flowers and plants here absorb things that ordinary people in the hive city dare not imagine. A good enough garden can also represent the wealth of the owner here. Just like many lords use food to represent power and status, this garden is also its owner. Demonstrate the basis of your power to other evildoers.

It's just that his current rule is no longer stable, and the monarch is no longer strolling in the green grass and beautifully manicured gardens. His pale golden robe drags a trace on the grass, and his blond hair is scattered on his hair. On the cloak, this nobleman holds a scepter, but looks worriedly at the ceiling of his garden.

"What lord! I don't even have a real sun! Look, look!" He used his jeweled scepter to hit the priceless vines, thorns, and flowers on the ground like a mace, destroying the beautiful little The garden was smashed to pieces, the soil stained the gilded scepter, and climbed up to the most dazzling, top ruby.

"Ha, ha!" He was furious like crazy, and the lord's cheeks were stained with mud, until an old man in blue robe walked into the garden, and the transparent glass door of the garden was knocked by the simple bronze staff in his hand. Kai, said in an old voice.

"Bander, my child, you are in fear. Why? Because the income from the territory has decreased, or because those flowers and plants have made you angry?"

The middle-aged man stopped his movements. Compared with the old man, he was like a child venting his temper. This nobleman named Tal, to be precise, the Rogue Trader, the one who split the Pangia sector. The sinful man stopped his movements and breathed heavily as he spoke to his father.

"Dad!" He trotted into the old man's arms and said in a disgusting tone. "It's Alan Bair, that mudblood, that barbarian, coming with his fleet! Failed, all failed, those spineless things, those disgusting things!" He was talking nonsense, but They can also analyze their relationship.

This is very strange, because to be precise, Bandelta is 260 years old, and his father is close to 300 years old. Most humans of this age have actually exceeded the so-called family blood relationship constraints, or.

At such an age, they began to only pay attention to the next generation or the next generation. However, Bandertal has not married yet, and his father has never urged this matter, just like those nobles who attach the most importance to Their bloodline is not even as important as the coquettishness between them.

This sick, disgusting, and twisted relationship contained the rare warmth among the imperial nobles. The old man sat on the grass and caressed his child's hair. Even though his body had dried up and his hair had turned snow-white, he still spoke sincerely. Said.

"Failure and success complement each other. They will not last forever. When you instill a concept into a person, whether he or she agrees or disagrees with it, there will be an opposite force. It just accumulates more or less each time."

"Monarchs who preceded hundreds of billions of people must have accumulated a lot of counterforce. This is a historical necessity. No matter how great the emperor is, he will collapse because of such power. Because of the harmony of yin and yang, this is fate, whether it is one emperor for eternity or for eternity. ”

Bendertar complained. "Why can't I be the emperor forever? Look, this terrible place because I can compete with the most powerful legions in this sector. Look, this place without shining stars can absorb the rich worlds illuminated by the sun. It’s clean, look, even the great Grand Inquisitor has to give me three points!”

"What's the reaction there? I only saw those people who usually respect me suddenly going crazy. That mud-legged guy, that young man, that bitch, that Sun Lord, he must have some kind of brainwashing magic!"

He was like a child acting coquettishly towards his father, and his father also spoke with sincerity. "You are my most complacent child. You have achieved greatness that none of your brothers have. You have created a great business dynasty out of thin air just by using your own identity. However, your employment skills are destined to not last long."

"You are very good, very powerful, very smart, very powerful, but fate has already determined that you have the bargaining chip to get things. You can reach the top because of changes, and you can also fail because of it. No one can control it. , The world is impermanent, ever-changing, unreal and unreal, true and false, all just a dream.”

Bendertar yelled. "Then let it last longer! Father, father, go to the battlefield!" He suddenly pulled out his head like a spoiled child and rolled it on the grass. The old man said helplessly.

"I'm old. Secondly, the few soldiers are not enough for me to deal with. I only promise you that if the Sun Lord, who is protected by the silver star, falls here, I will take action, but I will never leave because of those pawns."

Bendertar burst into tears. "Ah! Father, you want my thousand-year inheritance to disappear! If you hadn't asked me to take over this territory, I wouldn't have worked so hard. Now there are consequences. I killed General Feng without relying on you. Now here I am. If you marry a Sun Lord, will you break your promise?"

The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment. "What I promise you is just to try my best to do one thing you need, and it's just one thing. If you think the people who are attacking the upper nest now are more powerful, then I will go. If the Sun Lord brings people next Oh, please stop crying, because your life and death will have nothing to do with me."

His pupils became like those of a bird, and blue feathers crawled out of his skin. Under the abnormal atmosphere, the old man's words seemed harsh and kind.

Bandertal spoke. "Yes, father, go ahead. I did not inherit your psychic ability, but my wisdom has never been less. I don't want you to help me deal with my most powerful enemy. The mud-legged man and I have to settle things face to face. As Your child, I just want you to help me pave the way.”

But the old man suddenly said. "No! The master's big chessboard cannot be disrupted by me. For example, this is chess, you are the king, I am the queen, and the other side only sends knights, and it is not my turn. And if your rule fails, tear apart the empire. On the other hand, the plan to pave the way for the future is gone, and we all have to have our souls tortured by the master!"

Bandertal suddenly spoke. "I know that you are a confidant of the great Lord of Changes. I know that in your eyes, children like me are just pawns. I know that the mortal body you possess has begun to collapse. I know that you will not be afraid. I know that you will go ”

"Why do you think I'm a stupid human being?!" His body completely sprouted feathers, and hurricanes kept floating in this huge garden of about 500 square meters. The flowers and plants seemed to wither, and his mouth became long and thin. Revealing a dense array of twisted and sharp teeth.

Bendertal replied. "The incarnation sculpture of the Lord of Change is in the hands of those people. It has been the most important link since the establishment of the Purple Hand. Things lost a hundred years ago have been recovered and transported, but no matter how hidden we are, they have discovered it. , Now, the Immaculate Virgin is in their hands. If they take that item and are handed over to the Inquisition, the Inquisitor, the Gray Knights and the like, then Father, you will be punished by the master!"

The old man's arrogance instantly faded. "Damn, damn, damn mortal, my mission is to maintain the master's influence. The two adults, Filth and Anger, also want this Feng Shui treasure land. It's a small matter if the plan fails, but it's a big deal if the sculpture is lost..." He lowered his head, The old skin wrinkled into a ball.

"You kid, you kid, you have such a calculating head, even your own father uses it!" He cursed in anger.

Bendertal's tears had dried long ago, he replied. "So what, the devil doesn't care about family ties. We are all the master's pawns. My soul was born to take advantage of others. And you, even if you die, can only return to the supreme heaven to serve the master, and if I die, I will be The corpse emperor will be detained to enjoy eternal pain and be burned by the ruthless flames until he is completely dissipated in the highest heaven!"

His tone was angry and helpless, but his fate was just like this. When this great demon came down to earth and bound himself to the mortal body as a special demon host, it would work hard for the Lord of Changes all the time.

Its master gifted it with the ability to maintain a mortal body, but even so, its body can only be filled by powerful psychics. Such a person can only be found in millions of billions, even if you search all over the star region, you may not be able to find it!

And it chose the simplest method, using the flesh and blood of its own children. Those children's bodies were as powerful as the demon prince, and they could endure their powerful souls.

At this point, unless its children also become an important part of the mission, it will never cultivate those containers. Such distortions have continued for thousands of years, and now, Bandertal has succeeded!

What kind of love, what kind of kindness, those emotional demons never have it, and neither does Bendertar. He also doesn't have those mortal emotions. For them, the behavior just now is their way of imitating humans.

In other words, this unknown demon hated his child, and at the same time loved him to death, because he made the Lord of Change's mission successful, because he made the master pay attention to them, but he also hated him to death, because It needs the flesh and blood of its own children to maintain its form, and the High…

That's such a boring place that even the devil doesn't want to stay! The material world is complex and interesting, with diverse races. Great creations can be seen everywhere. Ancient miracles and creations, an ancient secret or a power inherited by people, have enjoyed a lot in the thousands of years they have lived in the human world!

It doesn't want to abandon those things. If it continues to stay here, one day it can replace the three-headed bird that the Lord of Changes loves most.

It's just that as a chess piece, it has no choice. Even if it can't maintain its body, it must maintain the Purple Hand, the core of the Sisterhood of Evolvers, and the great clone of its master for the Lord of Change's influence here. .

Even if the Sisterhood disappears, as long as the sculpture remains, the Purple Hand will be resurrected one day, but it can feel that its powerful spiritual energy is warning it that if it goes there, this body will definitely not be able to maintain... …

Tangled, it feels painfully entangled, on the one hand, its master's millennium plan, and on the other hand, its own enjoyment and entertainment. It is all the fault of those mortals, those stupid corpse emperor believers who have messed up their fate and those destined things time and time again. What a mess!

"Quack, quack, quack, quack!" It roared wildly, and the flowers, plants and trees here began to wither quickly. The pain in the tones of those words was enough for ordinary people with weak will to collapse and go crazy, while its damn child, Bandertal, was teasing him. He looked at the crazy look of his superior father.

He has lived in the shadow of his father all his life. As a mortal, he has the fate of a demon. As a demon, he has a mortal body. His soul is bound by the Emperor, and his body belongs to the Lord of Change. Everything about him is not him. Yes, it seems that his destiny is excellent, it seems that he has everything under control, but he is just a puppet on strings.

Now, the Imperial Guard has given him the opportunity to become his master, his own master, and even his superior father's master. At this point, his joy can no longer stop, even if he listens to those piercing and deafening howls, he can It's like watching the best stage play with relish.

It's just that the big devil is still a big devil. Its mood quickly stabilized, and the old man's appearance became fixed again. It said again with a gloomy face.

"Hold on until the red pirates come. Huron has a contract with our master. They will come because the master gave them the most important thing, which is time, so that they can rise up, so that they can attack extremely quickly and occupy the thorn in their eyes."

"So, no matter what, this place cannot fall before those interstellar warriors arrive, and I, so far, this time, probably can't continue in this mortal world, just if, if I see the soul of this traitor like you floating in the highest heaven , even at the risk of being burned to ashes by the Corpse King, I will catch you and swallow you!"

"Remember, your life belongs to me, you are my property, child!" His mouth cracked to an abnormal extent, and then his whole body turned into blue smoke and dissipated, leaving only a mess and dark soil. , like the ground that has been radiated by nuclear radiation.

Bandertal just stood there, looking at the servants outside the garden who had witnessed everything, and then spoke. "My rune warriors, clean up."

Next, the spines of those mortal servants were broken by thick arms inlaid with blue runes in an extremely fast moment. The warriors who came out of the shadows bowed to their masters, and then left with the corpses.

At this point, the drama begins. In the void, in the supreme sky, countless eyes of the Lord of Changes look at the farce here, showing an expression of great interest.