Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

When the war between the Empire and the Red Pirates was in full swing, life could still exist in the darkest and coldest depths. In the most inconspicuous corner of the console of the alien fortress captured by the Empire, after an abnormal squirming, it fell asleep. The thing wakes up.

This was three months before the war began, when the Rangdan race had just been discovered and its last fortress was being dealt with...

Inside the alien fortress, about the size of a palm, it looked like a puddle of rotten meat. The sluggish worms piled up together, like tiny brown granules, but they gradually began to become active again, emerging from the hollows in the complex transparent crystals. resurrection.

This ancient alien that has experienced the greatest expedition of the empire does not look so scary, but this group of squirming, shapeless worms have terrifying desires beyond human imagination. They are subject to a group psychic concept called annihilation. If To describe it, to use an inappropriate and somewhat heretical term, Slaughter is their "Emperor".

And now, in its ancient will, this almost insignificant mass of worms has been awakened, liberated from the shackles of an inappropriate mass of crystal-like devices that have nothing to do with organic matter, and they are also the people of this fortress. A source of magical abilities.

They were voluntarily bound within it, and for the sake of their subspace projection, although they were not as good as the Emperor of Man, the green-skinned furry, or even slightly worse than the gods of the Eldar, they were extremely loyal and sacrificed themselves for slaughter. everything of.

Of course, this so-called subspace projection is no longer as powerful as it once was, and its individual will has been completely wiped out. It was destroyed by the most vicious enemy of their clan and the final enemy, namely human beings, the real entity of the empire.

Awakening from the death wave after its brother was crushed by Alan Bair's gravity gun, it was led forward by the remaining will to kill, and it naturally passed through the strange and strong thing that even the empire could not dissect. The crystal then fell limply from the console.

Paji... It was extremely obvious and clear in the dark and complicated area, and it also attracted the people of the Tribunal to move forward quickly. But at the moment, it was chaotic, weak, fragile, and dying. It was also special, far superior to those who were surrounded by it. Those who kill their fellow humans are those chosen by humankind’s will to kill.

Merely the size of a palm, it displays thoughts similar to those of a normal human being. It is only such a ball and can also use powerful psychic abilities. This is a terrifying talent that cannot be imitated by its compatriots who are only human-sized and can exert full intelligence. At the same time, its spiritual power is powerful enough to initiate a curse that spans hundreds or thousands of years.

After the strange sound attracted the acolytes of the Tribunal, its weak consciousness received the last bit of power from the massacre, and relying on its shred of memory, it immediately transformed into what its brother had firmly remembered before his death. A piece of imitation rosette often used by high-ranking Inquisition personnel.

When the acolytes came here who were fully armed and were strictly in accordance with the anti-yield suits recorded in ancient imperial documents, that is, wearing fully enclosed composite anti-corrosion materials and heavy clothing like the early diving suits of ancient Terra, they arrived. They were restricted from staying in this high-risk area for half a minute, but it was enough for them to catch a glimpse of the beautiful dark golden, supreme rose knot.

"It belongs to a high-level acolyte. Damn it, did that adult leave such an important thing here?" A young voice couldn't help but curse.

There are three acolytes entering here at this moment. Their appearance cannot be seen clearly because of their thick protective clothing, but they all face the supreme power within the tribunal with the attitude of looking at mines.

This silence lasted for a few seconds. Considering the continuous countdown outside the room, if they didn't deal with this thing, losing the copy of Rose Knot would make many people lose their minds.

Those who were unlucky enough to see this thing would probably not be spared. For most of the acolytes, they were lucky enough to join the Tribunal. The above idea is even more unlikely, so they might as well do their duty, at least The probability of survival is greater.

They could only use the standard of recovering relics. They formed a team of three, lined up in a row, wearing thick isolation suits. The most experienced acolytes operated special long pliers, which were enough to kill them thirty or forty times. of rosettes picked up.

Finally, it was sealed in a beautiful special metal box and handed over to the senior acolytes according to the standards of heavy relics. At the same time, they also completed the most difficult service in their long career of serving the Tribunal with sweat.

No one knows what their fate will be next. They can only fill in the properties of the relic and the circumstances of its discovery on the form. Then the metal box will be pulled into the nearby Anglican Church along with the transport ship for sealing and sealing of the Mechanicum. Initial consecration.

The moment Dan entered the box, the tiny anti-psionic array on the box made this group of psychic creatures particularly uncomfortable, and the psychic binding crystals on the transport ship made it even more fragile.

Normally, after tens of thousands of years of dormancy and pain, and then being tortured like this, no matter what race they are, they will be powerless. However, thanks to the simple body structure of those worm aliens, they have abilities that far exceed those of most intelligent races in the universe. endurance.

It survived, just like it was completely destroyed by the Emperor's heirs, but it was so wonderful to revive again ten thousand years later. This bad alien that should not belong to this universe was successfully screened and transported through layers of layers. It was tilted a little bit in a slightly looser link.

When the box passed through the hands of a young acolyte, the young man did not grab it. It was only tilted for a moment, but Dan seized the opportunity and detached most of the body, leaving a trace of worm limbs outside. Although that thing It looks like an inconspicuous red rope, but it is indeed alive.

The young man was instantly discovered by the senior acolyte in charge of the matter. The adult decided that as a punishment for his dereliction of duty, he would have to mechanically serve the Tribunal as a computer servant for the rest of his life. The linguistics that this young man knew, the superficial heretical knowledge and the countless contributions he had made to the Inquisition were all wiped out with this seemingly inconspicuous tilt.

At the same time, Dan's weak body and strong mental power were pulling an inconspicuous rodent. The rat came from the outside of the vents inside the court building, that is, those areas that were still used by civilians, and subconsciously ate the rodent. The bright red "rope" is quickly activated by the water in the living body.

It saw the world again, the dark sky, the metal ground, the chaotic air, the messy humans in robes, and countless heavy machinery. Its rat body warned frantically for a second that it was a severely modified human being called a machine. The individual servants kept driving them away with wooden boards and smashing them.

And read it. "The eviction protocol, the rodents, is being enforced, being enforced."

The rodent's instinct told it that it should let out a squeaking scream and run towards the hole, but it was smashed down by a heavy wooden board and instantly turned into a ball of flesh.

At this moment, Jean Dan, who had regained his moisture, also showed mobility beyond that of a normal worm. He instantly stuck to the board. At the same time, he crawled in from the unmodified human arm of the servitor, and followed the flesh and blood into the servitor's brain, where it was lobotomized and controlled. The brain is controlled by the control unit.

The servitor immediately paused, which was not uncommon among the countless consumable servitors in the empire that lacked maintenance. It was in a daze for a while, and was quickly called out by the acolytes of the Tribunal. "Miscellaneous Servant No. 3! Go and carry that box to the Chief Physician!"

Then the acolyte said to his companion. "Commander-in-Chief Alan Bair actually handed over the task of taking care of civilians to the Inquisition!"

Another acolyte answered, dragging his robes. "There is no way. The Dan incident has left us with no rights anymore. I just hope that we can save more useful citizens of the empire. If a war breaks out, hundreds of people will be injured in residential areas just from the aftermath of the fleet battle. Emperor... "

His words were somewhat compassionate, but that was all. He also knew how much of the medical supplies could be allocated to the locals. Most of them would be sold and entered the local black market or the hands of unlicensed doctors. He even said It was given to the chief physician, but that gentleman probably wouldn't even look at that garbage.

This universe is cruel and merciless, he already knows it deeply, and now he only cares about this matter with fulfilling his duties to offset the lingering feeling of guilt in his heart.

But he didn't know that this incident gave Dan an opportunity. This greedy monster had already eaten up the servitor's brain and its incomplete soul, and its powerful spiritual power could even be used while eating. Mimicry and mind control kept the poor guy's body functioning, preventing the servitor from feeling that his body was falling apart.

When the box of supplies he transported arrived at its destination, the carrier also lost its so-called value. After Dan left quickly, the materials were pushed into the interior of the transport vehicle.

The service servitor No. 3, one of the Emperor's possessions, disappeared under inconspicuous circumstances. To be precise, his core system was torn and eaten, namely the brain, which absorbed most of the body's nutrients. place was replaced. During this period, he was providing heat to Rang Dan and was being controlled by Rang Dan.

Now it suddenly slumped on the ground, and others complained about its short expiration date and dragged this worthless thing to the recycling bin.

But in the car, Rangdan, who hid inside the medical supplies, was powerful, but now he was just a red bug after leaving the servitor's body.

Although it can reproduce asexually by relying on nutrition, the speed is very slow, and one cycle takes more than a week. Although it can grow exponentially if the number is large, there are few humans it can currently come into contact with that can afford so much nutrition. thing.

And the conditions it requires are very harsh. First of all, the person must be in a high position and be able to provide a large amount of food and nutrition to other humans, including the lives of other humans. Dan needs the souls of intelligent creatures to reproduce. This is why the host inquisitor That one didn't split its body until it was killed by Alan Bair.

Secondly, under the current circumstances, its host cannot instantly control the host's will, so the human being's environment cannot be so good that if there is a physical problem, he will be surrounded by a large number of instruments and equipment. Secondly, he himself must be as superstitious and understanding of the world as possible. madness.

In any case, it is not as complete as its dead brother. Although it has spiritual power and intelligence, its individual weakness is far beyond what it can achieve as a complete body and let the Dan group have the ability...

And within its current wisdom, a hazy whisper is praising a lot of complex knowledge. Although it is a very one-sided flash, it also sees that it contains the real secrets of the entire universe.

That is to say, the current lord of the Imperial Guard, that special human being, and its wisdom is not possessed by its body, but the last resentment and spiritual energy of countless Jean Dans after they were killed by humans changed the will of slaughter. The wisdom of the Dan race is embodied. In this way, subspace spiritual energy is actually its essence.

And with the help of its poor brother's memory, it touched a flash in Alan Bair's mind. It was a rather inferior civilization and a world with a good environment. The most important thing was not this world, but that The world beneath civilization.

It is familiar with those primate-like creatures, and their technology is not that bad. If this is not one of the lost worlds of the empire, then there is only one possibility...

Ancient Terran Era.

As the transport truck continued to swing, its chaotic thoughts became clear. It realized that it had encountered a miracle. The Will of Destruction left it with the opportunity for the Dan race to rise again, that is, an immortal, the most powerful person in the human race. One of the individuals.

With the huge inner ambition, it already has a goal, which is to restore the huge humanoid body and find the lord who has lived from ancient Terra to the present.

And suddenly, the car stopped. It immediately melted the plastic covering of the medical items under its body in fear, then turned into part of it and stuck it in a bag of physiological saline. It used its mimicry ability to become transparent and invisible, and it looked just like Same as regular salt water outer layer.

shouted a hurried voice outside the car. "Hurry up, your vehicle has been impounded by us, and all medical supplies must be handed over to the doctors in the hive. This matter is related to the life and death of our gang!"

After several rapid shots from the shell ejection gun, Dan was lifted up in a daze. It was used to the feeling of being treated as cargo. Considering that it had been an inorganic body for nearly 10,000 years, it did not feel it. It's uncomfortable, but it's more comfortable than ingesting body fluids and muscle tissue in the servitor's body.

After another few hours of driving, when it saw the light again, it was already a dark and dark basement-like room. A dying man with his chest cut open was lying on a white bed. There was not even a good sterile environment. An unlicensed doctor who had served as a combat doctor used a scalpel, sterilizing alcohol and powerful anesthetics to perform this simple and ridiculous operation, removing the yellow pellets one by one.

The black doctor raised his hand and asked his assistant to wipe his forehead. The gang member with a mohawk next to him said through the curtain. "How's it going, boss? We and the enemy have just completed the decisive battle, and we have to swallow the enemy's territory!"

"The commander who shares the same joys and sorrows is going to die, damn those black guys!"

The doctor spoke immediately. "Shut up, assistant, bring the saline solution. He is starting to lose body fluids. Inject it first..." His tone was weak and tired, and at the same time, the assistant happened to pick up the bag of saline solution that was possessed by Rangdan.

Next, there was a sudden shouting. "Damn it, this bag of salt water is leaking! Call someone, call someone! Change it quickly."

What’s interesting is that during the following operations, the leader’s condition got better and better. By the end, his breathing was steady and his complexion was much better. The gang members shouted that the emperor had appeared, and the doctor also tended to think that it was rare for him to do so. Live another day...

The race of Rang Dan is not original. GW officially writes that he is one of the remains of the ancient saints, but here I am more inclined to an alien race that resembles a Resident Evil parasite virus.

But the same thing is that they are all equally deadly and terrifying, but the official setting of gw is more "positive and powerful" and mine is more "insidious" because of their current state of being exterminated by the emperor.

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