Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

After the war, this tragic and painful experience resulted in the death of a full 10,000 people. Those loyal Skadi people were of extraordinary value, with wisdom, will, and combat effectiveness higher than most people in the empire.

Now they are leaving at the same time with the messy upper nest, but their sacrifices are exchanged for the second return of the Destruction Eagle. Some people may think that those warriors should not leave in the first place, but a weird subspace creation will only cause more chaos than now. The appearance of the devil will only cause a lot more.

At present, the only person in the empire who can handle this thing is the think tank sergeant of Destruction Eagle.

In front of the portal, the ritual objects made of chaos and distortion, human flesh or skeletons already gave off a fishy smell, but they were not rotten. When the existence of subspace turned the concept of its existence into blur, chaos was the time to make those flesh and bones No longer spoiled by bacteria.

This beautiful villa of a nobleman now has abnormal bone spurs, and twisted shadows and subspace energy surround it for a long time.

When the warriors of the Destruction Eagle pushed open the creaking old door and stepped into this strange place, they discovered that in less than two days, weird plants had grown on the wooden furniture.

Strange distortions, shouts, and chaos floated in this dead palace. Light and heat could not be generated here. Even the high-brightness promethium lamp used by the Imperial Guard was dim and unlit.

Strange small and medium-sized creatures were running around the mansion, biting and squeaking, and then a cat-like creature with a length of one meter fell down, biting, and black blood splashed everywhere, and attracted thorns, vines, weird plants, and abnormal things that covered the whole room. It moved and strangled the entire cat-shaped creature.

This strange and weird food chain was clearly revealed in front of those warriors. The group of four space warriors couldn't help but be surprised. In such a short period of time, the subspace showed abnormal shaping capabilities, making it seem like it had gone through several centuries. Millions of years.

And their red and white armor began to gradually lose color in the gray air here. This was a world without light, everything was pitch black, even the Superman created by the Emperor.

It is swallowing colors. At this point, the normal will become grotesque, the logical will become disordered, the beloved will be disgusted, thorns and bone spurs will climb the marble buildings, swallow the wood furniture, and now It can also turn the Empire's Superman into a part of it, and those battle brothers are at a loss what to do.

The armor became heavy, explosive bombs could not be fired, vines and monsters spread over, but the tactical knives were no longer sharp, the infrared mode of the eye indicator dissipated, and in the darkness there was only the faint red light emitted by the portal, allowing the Destruction Eagle to The soldiers saw the terrifying and grotesque scene at this moment.

"We're done, brother!" The Space Marine officer raised his chain sword, which was already dull and faded. The gate entering the manor was covered by vines and buried in darkness. He could no longer even send out a radio and could only use the chain saw to tear through the endless of withered thorns.

The monsters were getting closer and closer, and the officer of the vanguard could only think silently. "Half a minute, the second detachment attacks..."

Then, after the hoarse words of natural disaster coming, the scorching flames tore open the rotten wooden door, burning like a bright star. Runes and military exploits were written on his armor, showing nobility and bravery, wisdom and that personable The psionic energy of fear, jealousy, and the flames of the Emperor's reward surround the Falcon Sword.

Warmth, light, where those flames touched, the vines shrank, the monsters retreated, and the tall warrior with his gold-trimmed armor stood among his brothers.

"A natural disaster is coming!" He shouted loudly, and the flames became more intense. Demonic, grotesque, and twisted screams appeared throughout the space. The Master Chief raised his weapon and stepped forward. The brothers who had lost their color were like bathing in spring light, where the color dissipated. Turns into gray-white burned dust.

The subspace energy was being continuously dispersed, interfered with, and dispersed. The hero of Destruction Eagle stepped forward and approached the portal. He silently recited the name of the God Emperor and waved the flaming sword to completely cut off this painful experience.

It’s over. The massacre of demons and the invasion of subspace. The demons that permeated the upper nest are like rootless water after the subspace energy escapes, disappearing in the cracks of reality. However, the places in the upper nest that were polluted by the subspace still exist. , and leaves an actual distortion.

Next, the Tribunal will use burning and evaporation to melt and eliminate everything here. This "controllable" demonic invasion will end with "the upper nest was blown up by the traitor army."

Elites such as the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the Stormtroopers of the Faithful who also participated in this war will lead to a full investigation by the Inquisition in the future and the memory erasure of individual people with war trauma or mental problems, or in a physical sense of cleaning.

However, no matter how much pain and distortion the demon caused, it had nothing to do with Commander Alan Bayer. He was currently sitting in his office on the Bordeaux, waiting for an old friend he had been waiting for since the late war.

This young and great imperial hero has created countless miracles, but at the moment he is just fiddling with the star map out of boredom. He looks very tired, but in good spirits. But to be precise, he has not slept well for many days and months. , and most people think that the top management is easy, but this is not the case.

He is very busy, investigating the movements of the Black Heart King, or calming down the restless Imperial Navy captains and the Imperial Guards who can no longer sit on the ship.

There are also its huge logistical needs and the personal requirements of a large number of planetary governors and various void fortress lords. It can be said that the war has not yet been finalized, but those people are already thinking about how to distribute the war achievements and the future. If Alan Bair were not sitting here , just like a big mountain, those people have probably turned into pirates, robbed the scarred Engili and returned to his hometown.

This is why the three large armies, the 113th Armored Regiment of Fraxasia, the 12th Armored Regiment of Ashgaron, and the 1st Armored Regiment of Pangia, which are directly under him, are absolutely unable to move.

The Empire has never been a piece of iron. They only obey the more powerful lords and heroes, and never listen to the rhetoric of the weak. Even if Alan Bair is eloquent, he does not have half of the battleship command authority and prestige in this sector and the Imperial Guard. A permanent battle group composed of four strong regiments, he is just like countless imperial noble generals in name only.

Without the permission of those high lords or sector overlords, those so-called generals are just trash holding women, and even need the help of orderlies for uniforms. And if those people get the power, they will make the great warriors of the empire become Their tuition, lessons from failure.

The contribution of this imperial lord in the war does not seem so heart-warming, exciting or great, but you must realize that just because the Inquisition is so polite to the Skadi Legion, it is not because those extremists have become good people. It's just that in this sector, the Imperial Guard is more powerful than those madmen.

This privilege comes firstly because of Alan Bair, secondly because of the Black Heart King’s eager gaze, and thirdly because of the Destruction Eagle Chapter joining as Space Marines. Yes, the value of Space Marines is not just warriors, they are the Emperor’s The Children are also one of the few organizations that dare to show off to the Inquisition.

Even if the Eagles of Destruction are not as good as the original chapter, their parent group, they have still become part of the force that the Inquisition has taken into consideration. Under the constraints of many parties, the Inquisition, which generally has no tolerance for heretical demons, is now also gave in.

You must know that maintaining a large fleet of one million people and worrying about other forces within the empire that are eyeing the enemy, the imperial warriors can fight without restraint and have the right to squander the support of local people. Essentially, it is because of Alan Bair's logistics processing. and his fame in the war.

And such a hero is waiting for the arrival of one of the few men he values. After a hoarse old voice knocked on the door, the young man spoke. "Please come in."

That was Captain Bordeleau, who had made an appointment early. At this moment, he came on a battleship loyal to his beauty lord. The battleship that once belonged to him looked a bit strange now. He subconsciously felt that he no longer belonged here.

The old man wearing the uniform of an Imperial Navy general sat down in front of the desk and spoke. "I believe you, but..."

The captain couldn't help but praise. "This is one of the largest deep space platforms in the empire, with hundreds of kilometers, tens of millions of turrets, and four giant connections. It can undertake ship maintenance and the ability to rest the fleet. Obtaining it is equivalent to obtaining a capable The mobile world of technology!”

"If you consider its economic value and defensive capabilities, it is more special and noble than any imperial world..."

Alan Beyer displays an unexpected sense of humor. "Don't gild it, it belongs to you, your family, your destiny, and your bloodline."

"But I didn't do anything," the captain replied, ashamed and stupid.

Alan Beyer took out a piece of brown paper. "What you have to do now, from now on, you will take care of this place for me, and you have loyalty, as well as the inheritance and legal principles here, and most of the industry here is still in the hands of your family." His The words are a bit thankful.

Because if it weren’t for the captain’s bloodline, the Imperial Guard would not be able to control this place. Just like Bandertal, his behavior was disgusted by so many people. The essence is because he has no legal authority. If the captain’s family is used, the Imperial Guard will Get the hearts and minds of people here.

The public's hope is that the stars have returned to their rightful place, and it is absolute justice and right in the eyes of the people of the empire.

The captain looked at the treaty above. He would get his family and everything without paying anything. He didn't understand much, and then said. "Don't you promise anything for your heirs?"

Alan Beyer replied. "I only care about and will only live in Skadi. If in the long years, the Skadi army deteriorates, you, not only you, but also Panlan, Minatilia, and Gondvar , you can completely abandon Skadi."

"If one day the Skadi people don't know what they are fighting for, it will be useless even if they maintain the contract. If the people have not changed, no matter how simple the contract is, it will not lose its effectiveness. If the people have changed, no matter how powerful the contract is, it will be useless. ”

"What I need is not a dynasty that belongs to me. I just need this sector to not fall into darkness. I want this to be the strongest place so that our homeland will no longer be tainted by anything, not aliens, heretics, or demons." ”

The captain licked his dry mouth and nodded. "If your words can be fulfilled, I would like my family and I to be slaves for generations..."

"People pursue stability and stability all their lives, and you, you, can give us this. You are no longer the young officer I once saw. Now you are the war hammer of the empire, smashing countless enemies of the empire!"

Alan Bair shook his head. "There are still stubborn obstacles on the road ahead. Whether the warhammer is strong enough and powerful still needs to be tested. My ideas are far from reaching the limit. The Alliance was only established. The lords and governors are afraid of each other. The Imperial Guard is not a piece of iron. Space Marines, Judgment Court, the nuns of the National Church, look at Skadi's rule just like other sector lords, and they want to take a detour. "

"If I want the empire to be stable and strong, I can't just rely on the Imperial Guard, but also those warriors, supermen, women, and madmen. But before all of this has come to fruition, a stubborn stone has already arrived in front of us..."

The captain lowered his head gently. "King of Black Heart, that nasty traitor is coming?"

"For at least half a year, Space Marines and Imperial Guards everywhere have been alerted. This is a particularly large fleet, and the Meloion that gives us a headache, that is, the damn Ark of Omen, has two of them. Ironically, this The most important information is not from the Empire, but from the Tau." He couldn't laugh or cry.

"Ti?" The captain was a little surprised.

"Yes, in order to deal with him, I even wanted to win over aliens, which can be said to be unscrupulous, but this situation was created to protect us." Alan Bayer answered.

"During this period, I want you to strengthen the Engili spaceport. At the same time, the two forge worlds of Panlan and Minatilia have built two heavy volcanic cannons, which are being transported and will be assembled as parts in Enjili. On the Geely Spaceport.”

"Entering the battle state, we need to face a terrible legion of traitor space warriors and two ominous arks full of various evil creatures!" He said sternly, changing from his previous relaxation due to fatigue.

And the captain said. "What about the Empire? What about the High Lords? Isn't it easy for those people to take action? If there is a founding group of Space Marines, or a fleet that has experienced the Gothic War, or even several Krieg Legions..."

Alan Bayer interrupted his random thoughts and said. "This is not Terra!"

The captain was silent. Yes, this is not Terra. There will be no support from all sides. There is no permanent Imperial Fist here, and there are no Imperial Guards surrounding the palace. There are no Battle Sisters or Inquisition. This is just the Empire. One of the countless ordinary star sectors, its value is not high.

If the Black-Hearted King can be delayed here for a period of time, then the rear troops can be gathered more thoroughly. If the Black-Hearted King takes over this sector and stops expanding, then the empire will be even more relieved.

To put it bluntly, because Pangia is near the whirlpool, he is destined to be an abandoned child...