Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Since the occupation of the fortress, the Imperial Guard has spent the night, plus one morning, almost 16 standard Terra hours. Just looking at their achievements, they can be regarded as dedicated, because during this time, they slaughtered enough living corpses to fill a Several times in the standard Hive City Square, only flesh and blood can cover the honorary blade of the Emperor's sculpture in the square.

This city that once belonged to the nobility has been covered in killings and madness. Projectiles, fragments, fortresses and outposts can be seen everywhere on the streets, corpses or scattered weapons, craters made by explosives, buildings burned by flamethrowers, and abandoned car bodies. , both civilian and military, and in just 10 hours, this place turned from the Garden of Eden to hell.

The resident evil spirits here are the jungle warriors of the empire, the military gods called Catachan. On the bottom floor of a room that looks like a ruin, between the iron pieces, this group of supermen are as inconspicuous as insects. , and quiet.

After the offensive and defensive battle in the early morning a few hours ago, they seized a large amount of arms, but they did not hinder the enemy from bringing back the bodies of their own people. Firstly, there were too few people in Catachan left behind, and secondly, they were unable to deal with those things. , was taken away just enough to avoid the plague.

It's just that the temperature began to rise inexplicably today, and many soldiers felt as if they were back in the forest. This unit of about 20 people was also grasping the artery of the war at this moment, which was the responsibility of intelligence and hindering the enemy's attack speed.

At this point, at noon, the Master Chief prepared a rich and sticky individual soldier ration. Compared with the craftsmanship of the Letling boy, this thing can only be regarded as garbage. However, it can provide moisture, nutrition, and satiety when needed to maintain personal combat effectiveness. Smells and doesn't taste good.

The stuff packed in a jelly snack package like those sold in a store on the middle floor of the hive city wasn't even as delicious as a dead mouse, but when he and his brothers crawled in the ruins of a house burned by flames, and used iron sheets to protect themselves, time, this is still useful.

He quickly and carefully put the shriveled packaging bag into his pocket. It was hard to imagine that this small food packaging made almost no sound. Obviously, this plastic-looking thing was not plastic.

But after this short and uncomfortable meal, when a piece of dust fell on the sergeant's short hair, he heard a sound that was not of this world.

He gestured to his brothers to be quiet and alert. Next, they saw an army walking struttingly on the dilapidated streets. To be precise, an army that did not belong to the world.

Burning weapons, scarlet demons holding those filthy banners, heavy demon engines, skull cannons moving forward surrounded by twisted flesh hounds, heavy red gold wrapping those adamantine-like things, Khorne Vanguards riding His own chariots, those brass-colored engines driven by endless spiritual energy...

The flaming sword was burning, the blood sword was scarlet, the blood-stained flag floated with the air, and the legendary thing was walking on the ground, the devil. This concept naturally appeared in the Master Chief's mind. He couldn't help but hold his breath and watched. The Iron Bull clad in metal walked past him, looking at the sighing gasps of Khorne's minions called vampires.

They are coming. This monster group that appeared for unknown reasons appeared on this battlefield. The Master Chief looked extremely ugly. He had heard rumors about demons, but he never thought that this terrible thing would be born here.

And his beast-like intuition quickly identified the leader of this army among a large number of monsters. He was an existence that was significantly higher than other vampires. His whole body was covered with armor that resembled fine gold. You know, even the Empire It is difficult for even the most elite forging world to make heavy gold into armor, so that thing is definitely not fine gold.

He thought it was a very precious metal, and the demon was carrying a vehicle that looked like a heavy metal motorcycle. It had two wheels, but was larger and thicker than a motorcycle. The tires were thick enough to rival the stability of a four-wheel drive. Even tracks.

Those tires are enough to crush a person. God knows what drives it forward, but it is definitely not a mortal energy. Instead, it is only armor, with a battle flag behind it. The cloaked demon must be their commander, the champion of the gods.

And Khorne is not only the lord of blood and wrath, but also the king of forging. Those exquisite things are in the hands of this destructive demon. As long as it is a weapon, the King of Brass will never tire of forging those filthy things again and again. Blood metal.

This supreme legion is encroaching on this area. Catachan's officer made a gesture and asked some brothers to go around the bunker and report the situation from behind the battle line. Moreover, if the demon army moves forward next, it will touch it. Minefield.

The officer led the remaining troops and followed them like ghosts. He wanted to see how this non-existent troop dealt with the little cuties hiding in the ruins, and at the same time tried to accurately assess the combat effectiveness of this regiment.

They tried to be careful, kept their voices low, and kept distance, for fear that those things would have terrible abilities. Although the Catachans had tried to hide themselves as much as possible, and the Khorne Legion was not good at reconnaissance, the angry monsters flying in the sky were still full of threats. sex.

Fortunately, with the Emperor's blessing, a large number of bunkers and Catachan's superb tactical movements protected them. The Catachan soldiers who escaped from the bunkers in advance also notified the stormtroopers defending here to leave. Now only the most basic ones are left in this area. Defense, a small temporary minefield consisting of approximately 300 fragmentation mines.

The tracking of colleagues during this period also made the Catachans realize that the anti-reconnaissance capabilities of this unit are much higher than those of the mortal legions, bloody flesh hounds, the kind of blue biological energy that resembles the open leather scarf of a salamander. Accurately sensing the breath of a living person, although the principle is unclear, is very deadly.

The angry demons hovering in the sky are like servo skulls, even more agile. The extraordinary attributes and psychic properties of this team also make them more dangerous. Where they walk, houses will burn and mirrors will break. , the temperature rises abnormally, and the air becomes filled with a rotten egg-like smell of sulfur.

Their existence has caused abnormal changes in the real world. At the same time, the Catachan soldiers also realized that for ordinary people, the existence of this group of demons is a terrible mental pressure. Elites like them who can calmly collect intelligence are also in the empire. Very rare.

The Master Chief calculated this, and saw the enemy approaching the minefield. The area was full of mines buried behind bunkers. He hoped to see those things have some impact on the enemy. However, as the army gradually approached, the flesh-and-blood hounds suddenly sounded like alarm clocks. Let out an unpleasant, high-pitched howl.

Next, the vampire holding the flaming spear approached the weapon and stabbed the area with the sharp long-edged spear. Next, the high temperature caused the charge to explode, and the demon was shaken away by the explosion, but the high temperature was fatal to mortals. and fragmentation have little effect on them.

The high temperature could not kill the demon, and it did not even cause a wound, and the fragments were embedded in its body. Although it howled, the wound healed quickly, wrapping the fragments inside.

The Master Chief guessed that this unit had rich experience in war against humans, and that it had the same powerful healing ability as the blue half-human, half-demon monster, and could not be driven away without psychic powers or completely tearing it into pieces.

From this point of view, although the size of this unit is less than 3,000, the firepower it can bear is far higher than that of ordinary people. You must know that the fragments embedded in the flesh are enough for a mortal to die several times, and even if its head is penetrated It's just a matter of shaking your head...

He was using sign language at this moment, asking others to take a detour, but at this moment, they did not notice that after the explosion, the angry demons who were frightened by the explosion were hovering around, and an inconspicuous little demon happened to discover their hiding place, and at the same time Letting out an unpleasant howl as sharp as a scraping fingernail.

"Damn it!" The Master Chief raised his weapon in an instant, and the explosive beam quickly penetrated the hovering demon. This disgusting thing began to fall quickly. It looked like a smaller vampire without horns but with wings. , at this moment, the heat completely penetrated the body, and then fell straight down, shattered into pieces, and dissipated in the real universe, turning into a cloud of purple smoke.

At the same time, the Catachans evacuated as quickly as possible, but the devil's troops did not attack in full force. In order not to expose their positions, they made strategic arrangements to advance at the same time. They only arranged a few angry demons, a few flesh hounds, and ten Bring a Vampire and a Khorne Vanguard to chase the Catachans.

Even so, this incident interrupted Sergeant Catachan's thoughts. Those demons were much faster than they looked. While running for his life, he raised his weapon and shot at the angry demons that were chasing after them in the sky and exposed their location. Then kick away the hound that does not belong to the real world.

His brother fired a signal flare to warn the army of the enemy's position, and that bright red flash flew into the artificial sky. In the Bandertal manor in the distance, the resting Imperial Guard saw the alert and immediately stopped for lunch and took Draw your weapon and report to the officer.

The second lieutenant was well rested at the moment. Although the excessive use of stimulants and caffeine made him look a little tired, he could barely be considered back to war status.

he asked the lieutenant. "What, is this a signal from Catachan, the enemy is back?"

the lieutenant answered. "No, it's...the devil. The reconnaissance team reported that they saw the devil!"

"Demons? Don't be ridiculous! Those are just lying to children. How can there be demons in this world..." The captain couldn't believe it. He had his own views on faith and piety. Being influenced by Alan Bair, he was quite materialistic. ism, this concept is also quite common within Skadi.

The chief of staff spoke now. "It's not that demons don't exist. I've heard many rumors during my service career, and I've also seen relics said to be demon body parts, but I didn't expect those things to appear here."

"Don't panic, I'm here to communicate with the soldiers. This is just an ordinary enemy. At most, it looks scary, no different from aliens."

"Excuse me, Chief of Staff, without you, I can't imagine that the soldiers would view this information this way. It's just that we lack experience in fighting demons..." the lieutenant said with a frown.

The second lieutenant spoke. "Regardless of whether it is a demon or something, I believe that there is nothing that cannot be solved by shooting. Think about how many monsters and monsters we have seen along the way. The biggest ones can only be solved by using nuclear bombs and naval guns. Those things are still walking in this world. I think a few blasts of hot melt will make them evaporate!"

This is not arrogance. Since humans can exist to this day, there are no so-called invincible creatures in this world. The second lieutenant is also confident and calm, and he also swears that there is nothing in this world that cannot be killed!

In fact, this news is not very powerful, because most Skadi veterans have seen the death of the big demon and have solved the demon host on the space hulk and killed the weird mechanical flesh and blood in Panlan.

Scary things are everywhere in this world, and there is no shortage of demons or monsters. Demons are far less important to them than a meal, and that thing interrupted them from tasting the lunch of the Letling boy. This anger It hasn’t dissipated yet.

At this point, the Skadi people were ready to go. They looked to the southwest, and the enemy arrived as promised dozens of minutes later. The Skull Snatcher, the Champion of Khorne, this arrogant demon raised his bloody sword high and was madly Amidst the sound of war horns, mortals only felt pain, but the Skadi people were determined. They raised their weapons, took aim, and looked directly at those disgusting monsters.

Soon, their bright red legions began to charge. This legion seemed strange without firearms, but they did not lack heavy weapons. Dozens of skeleton cannons began to fire terrifying projectiles. Those heavy bombardments were hindered by void shields. See It didn't work well, and the Khorne champion quickly changed tactics.

The vampires suddenly began to charge, and their flesh and blood passed through the obstruction of the void shield. Those terrible demons loved human flesh and blood, and looked forward to the Skadi warriors fighting with them.

Dozens of Throne Engines rushed forward, as well as several Steel Bulls, war units called Bloodcrushers. Their thick adamantine-like armor made ordinary weapons ineffective.

This unit looks primitive, like an ancient Roman chariot formation or a barbaric Viking armed with a long sword. In fact, the appearance of the Lord of Brass is indeed far older than the emergence of mankind.

At the beginning of the ancient war in heaven, this great master of subspace woke up early and began to wait for his annoying brothers or sisters. Now he has become the most powerful force in the world, and he has not changed. A primitive war habit.

At this moment, those trends are absorbed and inherited by his legion. Every demon is a fragment of the gods, his will, a part of him. Those terrible things roar, when the vampire breaks through the void shield, his body draws transparent ripples, and then A salvo of heavy bolters and deflagration beams began.

The war can no longer be stopped...