Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The smell of blood, volatilizing sulfur, and the smell of exploding charges are confusing on the battlefield. What’s interesting is that the situations caused by those demons are almost commonplace on the battlefield. In other words, the malice they carry around is the physical manifestation of war to the mortal senses.

It was the battlefield that forged those demons. It was death, killing, and hatred that materialized those individuals. Now they come back with those things in order to fight with humans, create more brothers and sisters, seize more heads, and sacrifice blood with blood. god.

It is difficult for a mortal army to fight with them. Most mortals would be timid and flee when they see that kind of appearance. Even if they muster up the courage, their guns and iron cannons will not cause much damage to those monsters and monsters.

At the moment when the bright red flesh broke through the void shield, the monsters resisted the fire and moved forward. Being pierced through the body was not fatal, and having the blood burned was not painful. In terms of the responsibility entrusted to them by their father God, it is sweet to mortals. In terms of the delicious flesh and blood souls, and in terms of the endless fun in this prosperous material world, these vampires are no longer afraid of bullets.

After the detonation beam mercilessly penetrated their real material bodies and left scarlet holes, many of those twisted monsters fell. They just turned into a group of purple mist and dissipated, returning to the subspace. For them, it was far away. It’s not the nihilistic concept of “death”.

They will not die. For them, fighting with mortals is like a game. Losing life is just the end of the game. Let them return to the subspace. When the projectiles tear their bodies apart, the sting and the long boredom of the subspace Compared with the endless silence, it may not be so painful.

At this point, they can be arbitrary, crazy, and able to withstand projectiles, but the firepower output of the Imperial Guard is far beyond their imagination. With the help of countless explosive muskets, those determined mortals rely on taking turns to shoot, cross fire, and The inherent suppression ability of heavy explosive bombs firmly embeds the demons like nails into the complex barricades composed of barbed wire and sandbags on the outside of the battle line.

Daemons are not invincible, and the Imperial Guard proves that. The crude monsters armed with primitive weapons are being suppressed by firepower, not fundamentally different from other enemies dealt with by the Imperial Guard. As the officers optimistically convey this concept, there is an abrupt change. Appeared.

Those bright red demons suddenly turned into a cloud of purple smoke, leaving pale scarlet Khorne runes in the air. Then they passed through the defense line like ghosts, penetrated the sandbags, ignored the projectiles, and suddenly appeared at the front. Trench, pounce on the soldiers who are still firing.

the officer shouted. "Damn you devil, fix your bayonet!"

Even though he reacted as quickly as possible, some people still had no time to change weapons and were cut in two by the sharp flaming sword. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard, especially the veterans of Skadi, are valuable legends. His comrades and those compatriots who knew his value were angry. of drawing a personal power scythe or a bayonet-mounted weapon.

This time, probably hundreds of demons broke through the defenses. Dozens of them were summoned by the Emperor to the high heavens. Their blood moistened the ground of the trenches. Then, elites with high-action power scythes or single-molecule bayonets pierced the bodies of those ugly demons. They were not ordinary Imperial Guards. So far, the demons were surprised to see themselves being cut off. This was completely different from the fragile and easily defeated mortals they remembered.

The stings and wounds told those arrogant demons that their opponent was not someone who would collapse at the first touch. At this moment, three or four soldiers swarmed forward and sent those who dared to break through the defense back to their highest heaven, turning into a cloud of magic mist and dispersing away. .

The soldiers gasped softly, the demon gave them a strong sense of oppression, but the death of this thing felt unreal. If it weren't for the body of his friend lying on the ground that had been cut into two pieces, if it weren't for the smell of sulfur that filled the battlefield, and if it wasn't for the noisy The devil is still at war, it's really like a nightmare.

But soon, they found that they had no time to rest. An order from the radio interrupted their thoughts. The officer shouted, and a mechanical engine hit the battle line. Then, the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh and the unpleasant smell of sulfur replaced those things. .

Dozens of steel bulls and flesh-grinder heavy demon infantry crossed the battle line. They were not engines, but disgusting subspace creatures. The hateful flesh hounds that followed them in "foot-tank coordination" bit happily and were hit by steel. Rotten flesh and blood, or pounce on other soldiers who have not yet reacted.

The outer lines were festering, and the demons' attacks were fierce and fast. The Imperial Guard quickly shrunk the front line. It was completely different from expectations, but it was also reasonable. Facing an enemy they had never seen before, the Imperial Guard had no intention of guarding the front line from the beginning.

Before those demons began to show off their power, several heavy-duty armor-piercing missiles were fired from the armed platform high above the manor, piercing the monster's body. Several steel bulls fell to the ground, crushing the flesh-and-blood hounds relying on them.

At this point, the frontline defense line became stable again, thanks to the great sacrifices of the veterans of the first row, but the officers found that the number of enemies was also very large. They were not sure whether they could protect the support of the Space Marines. At this point, they began to The defense lines in other parts of the manor are drawn, that is, on the four sides, east, west, north, and south, of which three sides will have the most basic defense.

This idea is bold, but they must do it. Saving their vitality is even more important than the manor itself, so the demons are effectively suppressed...

Those things in the endless smoke and death vortex tortured everyone as if they would never stop. When the smoke floated into the artificial sky, looking at the war symbols in the distance, Master Chief Catachan walked around the ruins from the corner of the house. Sudden force.

The superhuman man grasped the throat of a Khorne Harbinger, and in this unexpected place, his brother darted through the clutter as bait, hiding here where Catachan's unstoppable tricks once again emerged.

The powerful bronze arms held the neck of this arrogant demon, and endured the scorching temperature of the monster's skin to scorch the sergeant's skin. He inserted the Catachan sword into the demon's head with his mouth, and then drew it out. The nerve center is gently stirred.

The monster fell limply as if it had no backbone, and its body dissipated, leaving only the sergeant whose breastplate and arms were severely burned. When the chasing team composed of other demons found that their commander had been beheaded, other Catachan had already turned around. Head shot.

Amidst the fierce shooting, the angry monsters hovering in the sky were unable to distinguish the situation inside the ruins. They eagerly surrounded those houses until the accurate beam carbine suddenly smashed their heads, and they fell to the ground like headless birds, dead.

Catachan won, but they also lost four brothers. The sergeant used temporary anti-inflammatory drugs and bandages to bandage his skin. Although there was no blood loss, he needed to avoid secondary infection.

He bent down and picked off the long knife and red ribbon of the brother who was killed by the demon. They won again, and they still won in the face of inhuman existence, but the Master Chief also had to re-estimate the capabilities of the demons...

"We will lose, the people of Skadi, we..." He looked at the surrounding environment and concluded the war early, because he understood that the enemies of the empire were not only demons, but also those rune freaks.

No matter what, daemons and runemen will prioritize attacking the Imperial Guard, warriors loyal to the Empire, and noble people loyal to the Emperor.

He tied his brother's ribbon tightly on his arm and put the long knife into his belt. Even so, he did not choose to escape, but looked at the location of the battlefield. "Go forward and join up with the brothers. If we... assassinate that commander, that strange demon, the chance does not exist."

He has courage that mortals cannot match, but he can't be sure. He has seen the capabilities of the Raging Demon and the Flesh Hound. To be precise, his certainty is less than one-tenth, or even lower.

And his thoughts were still confused, and suddenly his sensitive wildness felt that something was wrong. He held down his brother and looked outside, and then several civilian vehicles suddenly passed by. The people on them were neither Skadi nor Rune Freak, nor demon.

Above the vehicle, a kind old gentleman was promoting the beauty of the empire to the poorly equipped PDF. Those funny and disgusting words sold a priceless treasure called trust, weighing people's hearts.

However, there are also those who don't believe it. For example, the special explosion-proof vehicle at the end of the crew, with its full set of carapace armor, is the most notorious presence in the hive city, the Ministry of Justice.

And he, the Master Chief knew this man, he subconsciously said. "That bastard."

That's right, Wild Snake, he doesn't like him, that damn minion of the Tribunal. Even if he turns into a harmless person, this wild man can still smell him, but he has to admit that the senior members of the Tribunal It becomes clearer what the devil is, and how to approach that terrifying thing.

But he was even more curious about why there was a PDF beside him, and why the Legal Department was involved.

But he raised his arms, walked out quickly, and shouted clearly. "Members of the 4th Skadi Infantry Special Defense Force, Skadi Guards, are on a mission, and there is no malicious intention!"

The pdfs raised their weapons like frightened birds, and they looked pretty good. He could see that this group of people had really fought, maybe against the gangs who had made the nest, but they had seen that blood and comfort were two different concepts. This was definitely the case. Only used troops.

The wild snake spoke now. "Jesus, gentlemen, put down your arms, I know him."

Captain Kenny also spoke. "Yes, listen to this old gentleman, everyone."

The tense atmosphere dissipated, and Catachan waved his arms to let his brothers out of the bunker. When the PDFs saw Catachan, they couldn't help but tremble because they saw the explosive shotguns and deflagration carbines behind those people. , one of them also has a heavy-duty hot melt handle!

They did not doubt that this group of people could easily kill them in the event of an attack, and even if they were given enough time, there would be no survivors here, but Captain Kenny was more sensitive and he spoke.

"What is it? What are you fighting? I smell smoke and death, and you have wounds on your body..."

"Demon, this is something that spineless warriors like you will never see in this life." Master Chief Catachan spoke, and threw a bloody sword out of the ruins. The wild snake's expression changed instantly.

"Damn..." he muttered. "I have heard the legends of demons. If I want to get rid of them, I can only find the portal from which they came, and then completely seal it. Moreover, these monsters are almost immortal, and mortal weapons will be greatly reduced in their effectiveness against them."

Replied Sergeant Catachan. "I've had a taste of it, and now, they're attacking Bandertar's manor. I don't think the Imperial Guard can last long unless we kill their commander."

"Commander? A champion of Khorne?" Wild Snake cried out a little speechlessly this time.

"Absolutely impossible. Even the most powerful inquisitor has to think twice. Facing such a monster and its demon army, this mission is no longer something we can end! I ask to wait for the inquisition to deal with it!" He It was a bit gaffe-like, and this was definitely one of the few gaffes he made, especially the tone in which he asked the Inquisition to intervene despite the fact that he still had a wanted order from the Empire.

And Catachan answered. "Do you want my brother's efforts and sacrifices to be trampled on by the beasts of the Inquisition?" What the Skadi hate most are probably heretics, aliens, and the Inquisition. The sins and pain that have been erased from the surface of their homeland are still in the Skadi who are alive today. In the hearts of the Qadi, this is why the Inquisition's power in this sector has been extremely reduced.

"No!" Wild Snake retorted. "There's more to the devil than you can imagine, sir!"

"I don't agree, and I won't help you!"

But unexpectedly, Captain Kenny spoke. "Then I agree with what this warrior said. This is also my hometown. I will not let the Inquisition trample this place with cannons and erase it from the void and the empire's territory." No one cherishes this terrible void more than him. In the city, he sacrificed his comrades and his own stomach for her!

Sergeant Catachan struck while the iron was hot. "Two to one."

The wild snake sighed. "Okay, then I have a plan." He was as quirky as usual.

"With some gunpowder, paint, devil's ashes, and this bloody sword, I can give you makeup to make you smell and feel the same as those supreme creatures. This can bring you closer to the champion, but then, you We must use the blood sword to kill the head of that thing, giving us the only chance to remove the lifeless thing!"

The Master Chief laughed now. "So what? Rather than being bombed into dust by the Tribunal, I can now pull a few demons, and I'm satisfied!"

Wild Snake emphasized again. "Demons will not die! They just returned to their own place, the subspace, the highest sky! This is why I don't agree with your recklessness, sir!"

Sergeant Catachan simply replied. "The blade grazed their spines, and those things were unable to move. This is not death, so what is?"

"I don't know so many unfathomable things. For me, killing things that are not good for my brothers and the empire is everything to me."