Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The upper level of Engili Spaceport has always been a place favored by nobles and wealthy businessmen. It has free air, sufficient light sources, clean public water sources, and the thin fountains circulate Zhongchao’s expensive disposable purified water, while the lower floors The nest is the coolant.

In fact, most people in the Nest City are enjoying the recirculated water from the people here, that is, their sewers are connected to the water source reservoirs of billions of people in the Nest City.

When such class differences are separated by solid physical space, the gap between them is comparable to Mount Everest, the tallest mountain on Terra, and the difficulty of climbing is countless times, no, hundreds or thousands of times higher than Mount Everest.

The admission ticket to settle here is determined when people are born. Those favored by the emperor either have the blood of great men who have made great contributions to the empire, or they are born as the heirs of wealthy captains and traders. They started from scratch and in this obscure world. The end of human civilization has become a fantasy. The poor are destined to be poor, the rich are born rich, and the noble are born noble, which is the imperial truth.

But everything is inevitable but not inevitable. Only violence can break the high wall of violence. When the sound of gunshots appears in a tall and elegant manor, this necessity has been broken by the violence called blood.

The magnificent family has lived here for a long time before the Feng family established this place. They are the heirs of the Electric Power Guild and manage several original controllable nuclear fusion generators. Those sources of power and the complicated rules they have memorized from generation to generation. The operation manual and maintenance guide are mixed with a lot of religious terms and complex artistic rituals, which ultimately become the key to their eternal prosperity.

It's just that those old-fashioned rules can't change their current destiny. The fat-headed people, regardless of their appearance, whether they were men or women, noble or not, all had their heads cut off and stood in their proud manor with piercing wooden spears.

And the monsters who created all these terrible realities are gathering around the blood-stained heads like the ancient Vikings, rewarding the warriors with the fine wine from the manor owner's cellar and the delicacies from the cellar.

Rune soldiers are not as afraid of the nobles as pdf, and even shy away from them. They discriminate and despise those high-ranking losers, including Bandertal who never fights. For them, surrender is just a springboard in exchange for a chance to fight. But the stupid "master" didn't understand this.

Of course, their obedience made that guy blind to his own personality charm. After all, these monsters were ruffians and bounty hunters from the beginning. Although they are the most brave and violent among them, they can survive the almost perverted test. However, This doesn't mean they are stupid.

As long as you kill a few people, you can get weapons that can kill Space Marines, which is a status comparable to that of a noble. Why wouldn't they accept it happily? It's just that Bandertal is worthless now. He can no longer provide more weapons and produce compatriots. This group of barbarians also fully masters the means.

At this point, they took off their military ranks and abandoned the honors given to them by mortals. They only let those strange blue symbols directly contact the air, and used wine, blood, food, death, forging and comforting themselves.

Are they weaker as a result? No, on the contrary, the monsters who obeyed him existed in the form of tribes. The 20,000 troops formed dozens of large and small tribes based on the standards of former companies and regiments. However, those seemingly loose alliances made this group of fighting power more powerful. The extraordinary monster soldiers have demonstrated combat effectiveness that far exceeds that of normal military organizations.

Specifically, the leaders would hold a meeting to determine the big goals, and then each tribe would go about their routine responsibilities. Such a plan was very stupid under the modern tactical system, but they were not human beings to be precise.

With strong individual soldier abilities and fighting will, they are more often than not something between special forces and twisted bloodthirsty lunatics. They can effectively organize tactical planning and joint operations. From an efficiency perspective, ironically, this The tribal nature of the soldiers has exceeded the combat capabilities shown by the traditional organization of the Imperial Guard under the premise of extremely high individual soldier quality.

At this moment, the most powerful monsters who control monsters are having a meeting in the living room of this manor. Different from the madness in imagination, there is a standard imperial militarized strategy map and an orderly arrangement of seats.

If it weren't for the runes on their bodies, they would appear to be essentially the same as those officers of the Empire. In view of their actual combat experience, they may be smarter and more powerful than most of the Empire's officers, but they are different from words such as gentleness, elegance, and civilization. Related.

Next to the strategy map, the commander of the first company, now the leader of the first tribe, was using a marker to mark out the complex upper-level hive strategy map. "I think that if we want to win the next war, we can wait in the villa area, and then use minefields and multi-faceted outflanks to attack the Imperial Guard, annihilate those enemies worth fighting in one go, and at the same time routinely attack Band Declaration spoken by Tarr.”

He is not old, but has a capable temperament, blond hair, and the complex lines on his cheeks are much plumper than his other brothers, so that his expression is blurred, and only the swollen muscles on his body tell the witness. His people, this monster is not easy to mess with.

But other leaders here are a little dissatisfied with his opinion, and this is mainly because they cannot face the Imperial Guard in the best condition. Yes, they hope that the enemy will have enough supplies and better individual soldier status and They fought, because the essence of this battle was not victory, but confrontation.

Such morbid thoughts cannot be dissipated in the minds of these barbarians for a long time, but they are not stupid, and they have a way out even if they fail.

Because their asteroid fortress is almost independent, their strong individual strength and certain advance capabilities make most espionage methods, brainwashing, and coercion useless to this group of warriors.

Secondly, they are naturally rebellious and go their own way, which is what the people who created them expected.

Although it was Bandertal who personally created this group of things in this sector that he could not control, to be precise, they are part of the endless evil intentions of the Lord of Change.

Because the core of the Lord of Changes has always been to maintain interference in the Pangia sub-sector, Bandertal's existence is a stain on His plan. Everything has an "anti" side. How many achievements Bandertal has achieved now, The empire and the emperor pay so much attention to this place.

Rather than maintaining the clumsy rule of the stupid bastard Bandertal, his big demon and clone sculptures are his real goals, and these rune monsters are firstly to obliterate Bandertar's tombstone, and secondly, he is preparing A means to strengthen control over this star area.

It's just fate. Under the endless changes and the interference of the Emperor, as well as the strong willpower of the Imperial people and the variables of the hive world Skadi becoming a fortress world and the recruiting ground of the Eagle of Destruction, the mastery of the changes is difficult. God has also been transformed by change.

But he also succeeded, because the red pirates and these rune monsters were his real bottom line. No matter which one, they were extremely strong. Even if the emperor intervened, he would still hold on to the control of this sector.

In essence, the contradiction here is the contradiction between the Emperor and the Lord of Change. Judging from the spread of countless sentient beings in the mortal world, the entire sector is just one of the countless chessboards between the two subspace powers. Such a game is in Within the vast scope of millions of worlds in the entire empire, and in the huge time period of tens of thousands of years, it was reproduced and staged again and again.

A wise man will always make mistakes. The Lord of Changes did not expect that the soldiers he created after all his mechanisms would be so contradictory in his behavior. However, considering that he is not the only one among the gods, and if the four gods did not hinder each other, The Emperor would never be able to fight one against four and have a slight upper hand for ten thousand years.

And this matter is changing rapidly, and it is unknown how much effort the one on the brass throne has put into it.

At this point, the deputy leader of the first tribe took the opportunity to speak. Compared to his boss, he was not that big. To be precise, this brown-haired middle-aged man looked a bit thin. After all, the Rune Warriors' asteroid fortress was extremely small. There was little food and only high-calorie void creature meat. It was not easy to grow muscles under such circumstances.

But they are not famous for their strength. It can be said that most of the empire's powerful troops rarely place physical strength in too high a position. If it is not for the use of the empire's large-caliber and powerful weapons, there is also the overall endurance and Coordination, Space Marines may also become tall and thin.

The thin man spoke. "We should choose to attack the Imperial Guard after they take over this place, and the time will not be too long, so that the transport planes we arranged can leave, and the Imperial Navy starts away from the so-called war zone."

His words made most people agree. For them, the existence of Bandetar did not matter at all, and the showdown with the elite of the Imperial Guard, especially the Skadi and the Destruction Eagle Astartes, was in Those who worship force and violence have a certain proportion in their hearts.

At the same time, this plan also solved their retreat problem. If they started a war rashly, they probably wouldn't be able to evacuate here. They could only stick to it until the attack of the red pirates arrived. But if they follow the deputy leader's idea, they can attack during the attack. Do it immediately after finishing the Imperial Guard.

In an instant, the hearts of those warriors were filled with this plan, a plan that could satisfy their bloody desires and existence. At this point, the deputy leader looked at the leader of the first tribe with an expression like a successful hunter.

The blond leader spoke. "I don't agree. The Imperial Guard is not weak. We must fight against them with the goal of surviving in the void. I don't agree with Bandertal's passivity, but I also don't agree with blindly satisfying one's own desires."

"Behind us is not only ourselves, but also the being who gives us strength. Victory is more important than honor at this moment, isn't it?"

His words stopped many excited guys. While they were cheering for their excitement as warriors, they were also responsible for the fate and responsibility given to them by the great Lord of Changes.

At this point, the old-school Second Tribe, Fourth Tribe, Fifth Tribe, and Ninth Tribe, a total of four former companies with about 8,000 people, believed that conservative tactics should be adopted to annihilate the enemy.

The third, sixth, seventh, and eighth companies with more aggressive attack styles became the core force supporting the deputy leader, and their numbers were very different from the old-school style warriors.

At this point, the first company, which is the strongest, most experienced, and has the smallest number of people, has once again become the bargaining chip on the cusp of the storm, the final bargaining chip on both sides of the scale.

Its leader put his palm on his comrade's shoulder and spoke earnestly. "Rodman, if you are not a perfidious person, I hope you will support me. Don't forget the help and shaping of the Lord of Change and Bandertal." His tone was full of disappointment and incomprehension. This and Why would his comrades who have shared weal and woe split up against his comrades now?

"Claude, you are just as stupid, slow, and at the mercy of others as you were when you were a bodyguard. Now that you have absolute power, you still want someone to pay you, salary?" the deputy leader read the name of the man in front of him.

The thin man patted his shoulder, as if the palm on his shoulder was extremely disgusting.

"We are a group of lions, aloof greatness, hunters, existences beyond mortals, and you want to use so-called responsibilities, obligations, and fate to constrain our nature and obliterate our miracles."

"You are no longer my captain, you are just a dog tamed by Bandertal!"

The leader immediately retorted. "No, I'm not, I'm definitely not!" He is closest to the Lord of Changes, his thoughts are the purest, and his choices are also the ones that maximize the benefits of things, but now he has become the target of public criticism.

After those demonizing words, the hearts of each tribe were shaken. At this moment, the deputy leader suddenly punched, very fast, and shouted. "This is the proof!"

Just like thunder and lightning, gusting wind and rain, a strong step, about two body positions, a sudden punch, even sudden and fast, which caught the rune soldiers who have always been sensitive and vigilant by surprise.

Even so, most people saw what was happening, but the most powerful and experienced company leader among them was beaten to a pulp.

Blood flowed from the tip of his nose and his head nearly stopped. "What, me?"

The deputy leader spoke. "If I had fired, or had a bayonet, you would have been dead. Admit it, you have become someone else's pet."

"Impossible, you!" His defense was extremely pale in front of the blood on his nose. It was a dead end, and his ability was degrading...

At this point, the attack plan was implemented after the Imperial Guard completely occupied it. However, after the frustrated former leader of the first company left, under the empty hall, the deputy leader who defied all opinions and was now the master of the first company, caressed On his neck, there is a bright red mark hidden under the military uniform, and that infamous mark is the symbol of one of the gods known to people, the mark of Khorne.