Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Bandertal, this powerful lord suddenly woke up from his sleep. It was already midnight according to Terra's standard time, but he realized something. The so-called blood and family ties, and the trace of spiritual energy, he He woke up from the pain of endless heat, and his light blue silk pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.

His soft and waxy bed no longer provided him with peace of mind, but he was not afraid. In the dark bedroom, the artificial light source that imitated the moonlight cast a sad white light on him through the Gothic-style window, but he was I found blue feathers filling my surroundings.

Those are his feathers, to be precise, those things hidden in his own body, that is, the inseparable part of him as a devil, are now falling off like garbage at will. In other words, his father gave him this The father of a great demon with unstable warp characteristics, the father who caused him endless pain in nightmares, the arrogant master of the Purple Hand, one of the most powerful human psykers in the empire, is dead.

It's not even being exiled to the subspace, but a real death, otherwise his psychic traits and mutations will not dissipate. At this point, he is ecstatic, which means that as long as he survives this period, he can defeat Alan Bair. , and at the same time take the Purple Hand into his bag, and truly become the overlord of the sector that can challenge the empire, and the Pangia sub-sector will also become his bag.

"Dead, ha, dead!" He screamed ecstatically. In this aspect, he was no different from his father, except that he was not a demon's soul, nor could he use psychic powers, nor was he like his father. With his huge and terrifying magical abilities, in his mind at this moment, his father must have caused huge losses to the Imperial Guard.

He smelled the same smell as when he defeated the Feng family. He thought it was the Lord of Change's favor for him. It was like the best red wine paired with the sweet steak he had never tasted before, stimulating his dopamine and endorphins. Peptide, he was almost addicted to this feeling, and couldn't wait to expand the results again.

That's right, for him, the death of his biological father is the greatest honor in his life, that is, the great event of being unanimously recognized by Enjili Spaceport. Using conspiracy and trickery to obtain such an honor inspired his demonic bloodline. That innate pleasure also explains why the demons of the gods take sexual pleasure and recognition in performing their duties.

And he could feel that the Red Pirates were getting closer and closer. His castle manor controlled the defense system of the entire fortress. As long as he held here, victory was close at hand. Relying on the fortress as a geographical advantage, and the Red Pirates as a people and people, there was still one more thing to do. Wonderful time and he could achieve complete victory.

At this point, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, but soon he calmed down and arranged for his servants to start planning. He wanted his fortress to be impregnable.

His greatest reliance has always been his rune warriors, and for this victory, he has gathered all the combat power of 20,000 people here. They are only loyal to themselves and have strong combat effectiveness. They rely on the Lord of Changes to provide them with His teachings made him convinced that this victory was destined to be his.

It’s just that his calculation was wrong, because the Lord of Changes is the most unpredictable existence in the entire universe. His gifts to this lord are more about raising Gu and realizing his own plans. But for Him, Bandetaer Also worthless.

In the dark night, a sudden rush of vehicles appeared. Those vehicles moving very fast on the ground belonged to Bandertal's special military force. They were composed of Salamander reconnaissance tanks, Sentinel mechas or Chimera armored vehicles. A noble object of vital importance to the hive lord.

In view of Alan Bair's absolute control over the forge world in this sector, the source of those military vehicles is not clean. The crests on them are many of the Imperial Guards that can be traced back to the Age of Apostasy. Obviously those things were captured by the subspace. Part of the countless Imperial munitions hidden in the snow.

No wonder some scholars privately joked that in ten thousand years, the combat power of the empire in the subspace was even more powerful than that of the dying empire in the physical universe, because in addition to the traitorous space warriors, there were also many loyal space warriors or wills. The strong Imperial Guard, Imperial Navy, Imperial organizations and Imperial equipment absorbed by the subspace were sucked into the subspace due to various accidents or circumstances.

It is also the uncertainty of time and space in subspace. For those people, spending a few days is equivalent to tens of millions of years in the outer universe. At this point, those devices and individuals can span thousands of years as if time travel. Come to the present empire.

The subspace is like a huge storage warehouse, burying the heroes and troops of the empire for thousands of years within its own body, because it essentially does not have consciousness, and its vastness like the real universe also makes it dark under the lamps of the gods and cannot be found. Those substances and individuals, at this point, the subspace may be more "safe" than the real universe.

And who started those vehicles? Amidst the roaring sound and the roar of the engines, those soldiers with runes tattooed on their bodies appeared. They did not obey Bandertal's orders because they were not loyal.

It can be seen from the previous wars that these wild warriors are martial arts idiots in a certain aspect, no less honorable fanatics than Space Marines, and also weirdos obsessed with war.

Those loyalties are only part of the role of a soldier. Now the approach of the Imperial Guard, the powerful Space Marines and Skadi veterans are pulling on the nerves of those warriors. At this moment, they drive out in vehicles, leaving the lonely Bandertal to indulge in himself. The world is completely unknown.

And they came here to give the Rune Warriors their only defeat, which was to wash away their shame after the brutal defeat of the warriors of the Eagle Chapter of Destruction in the face of the Astartes.

Secondly, they were naturally fond of attacking and could not endure the long positional battles and tug-of-wars. They were forced to gather and manage. The rune warriors who had become disaffected were already prepared for this carnival...

The super warrior made with the formula of the Lord of Changes has the temperament of another god. Isn't this his little willfulness?

On the other side, on the battlefield, to be precise, it was the place where the Imperial Guard had just fought. Among the industrial-grade heavy-duty elevators, only death and ashes were left in this messy battlefield. Most of the PDFs fled in all directions. The terrible wizard was also burned up, and their twisted beliefs completely collapsed.

The two cores of the arrogant and scheming Purple Hand that once actually threatened this sector, namely the Statue of Our Lady of Mercy and its bishop, have been dealt with by the Imperial Guard. This huge organization that relies on strong faith will soon be Collapse because of the issue of distribution of rights.

Just like what happened to most organizations with extreme rights that people know after losing their core values ​​and leaders, this huge organization that maintained the darkness of the sector for thousands of years was now torn into dust by the emperor's flames.

Indestructible? Huge and terrifying? In fact, the destruction of an organization is the simplest and most difficult thing in the world. As long as its dogma persists, they will not be completely eliminated. And if those things are gone, even if the giant that covers the sky is Objects will also dissipate.

Perhaps even the Lord of Changes did not expect such a thing to happen inside the safest Enjili Spaceport. He buried two chess pieces, and deliberately made the two chess pieces far apart. They were just mortals and his servants. His cleverness ruined his plan.

But for this universe, that little thing doesn't matter at all. For this dark millennium, Pangia will have thousands of opportunities like this in tens of thousands of years...

At the same time, for the Pankia sub-sector, especially for the people of Skadi, the painful days of war have passed. The small industrial-grade elevator has become a bloody meat grinder, and the human bodies that smell of blood lie there. There are comrades and even more enemies, but the 4th Cady Regiment still sacrificed a lot.

Three thousand men, a reinforced company died, fifteen hundred of them were veteran brothers of the 4th Skadi Regiment, a thousand were Stormtroopers, and most of the remainder were supplementary companies of the 4th Regiment, those Because of his outstanding performance, he was selected into the Skadi Fourth Infantry, a filler in this honorary unit.

In other words, the new recruits suffered no losses, while the veterans suffered three times as many deaths as their less skilled and capable counterparts, and the Stormtroopers carried out the Chief of Staff's plan, spreading out, drawing firepower, and taking on the load. Legion wars have unimaginable burdens, such as logistics shortages, being attacked from blind spots by the enemy, making it easier to be exhausted, and at the same time facing the evil Lord of Change.

Those heroes have endured pain and difficulties beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and created powerful achievements and achievements that ordinary people cannot imagine. Now they rest here, and their brothers and friends can only take away their dog tags and set up many places that are directly attacked by psychic lightning. The dog tags have been vaporized together. If they were not on the list and in the memories of their comrades, and if there were no deserters from the Skadi Fourth Regiment, their existence would be obscured.

In this battlefield full of strange forces and chaotic gods, the advice of keeping the dog tags in your mouth has become ineffective. The flesh and blood body here does not even die after the function collapses, but is directly connected to him. The souls vaporized together.

This is different. In death, there are still bodies falling, and flesh and blood are broken, but those spiritual powers seem to be wiped out suddenly, leaving only a wisp of smoke. If you are lucky, you can leave legs and feet, or pieces of flesh like broken walls.

The temporary Turin niche built with military uniforms and sandbags became a symbolic entity. Next to that dilapidated and simple thing stood the soldier's friends during his lifetime, who were also the only people who still remembered him. Such sandbags, large and small, stood on the The trenches were filled with the longest and largest defense line.

At this moment, even the Space Marines stopped to remember their mortal brothers. People living in this world are bound to have feelings. Even the demigods have developed indelible emotions with the Fourth Skadi Regiment during the long battles. Anger, love, disgust, good and bad.

Such things are rare in the history of the Empire. It is common for Space Marines and Imperial Guards to fight side by side. But to be so close and turned into a fighting group is a feat that even the mortal auxiliaries of the Great Crusade could not achieve.

Being approved and recognized by supermen is both an honor and a curse. They must go to the battlefield that supermen can adapt to in order to get such honor. For a mortal body, isn't this situation a curse?

However, such a cruel price cannot erase the great victory of the Imperial Guard. This is a great victory, unique, and an extraordinary honor. However, it does not prevent the second lieutenant from picking up a bottle of Amset and drinking this high-altitude drink. Enter the abdomen and enjoy the confusion and burning of the esophagus.

He sat on a seat made of sandbags and looked up at the battlefield. This place was full of craters and death. The black ground and coffins made of metal materials became the last stop for many of Skadi's brothers.

He scattered half a bottle of wine, a precious material on the battlefield, on the ground, letting the hot and humid wind of the nest city carry the liquid out. First, he couldn't drink too much to affect his thoughts, and second, he heard from the boss that the dead could also taste the burning of the wine, making them feel the touch of their own life.

"I don't recommend you to do this." The Sergeant of Destruction Eagle walked into his sight from his side. The sword on the waist of this demigod with great achievements became sharper after killing the evil demon. He also said this with an emotion of incomprehension.

"The spilled liquid can also be tasted by the dead, this is what the boss said." The second lieutenant replied.

"Then let the liquid fly farther." The sergeant waved his arms, and his psychic energy was used more skillfully. Under the influence of weak telekinesis, the wine turned into mist, spread far and wide, and then evaporated and dissipated in the air.

The second lieutenant said. "Thank you."

"If it makes you feel better." The sergeant nodded.

The second lieutenant sighed and asked again. "How come I haven't seen you use the flames that killed the demon before?" The sergeant replied. "That's not my ability. To be precise, I felt my own disaster when I was near the heretic object. I knew I couldn't defeat the enemy, but the Emperor found me, my psychic energy connected with him, and at that moment, he told me how to kill the demon." "Emperor..." The lieutenant had seen many miracles, and he couldn't describe the feeling now, but this could also explain why the sergeant only attacked six hours after the war started. However, the sergeant said. "Okay, keep moving forward, our goal has not been completed." The lieutenant replied. "I am distributing stimulants, and the next step is a forced march and a raid. If nothing unexpected happens, the local PDF has been completely defeated, and our victory is already a foregone conclusion." The sergeant looked at the distance and said. "No, the war has just begun..."