Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The war in the void continued. At first, no one knew that the real evil had taken root inside the Port of Enjili, but the towering class barriers of the empire effectively hindered Dan from becoming a powerful enough person.

During this period, it drove the gang leaders to expand forward with simple lies like the so-called chosen ones. Because the enemy gangs collapsed and the beastmen, genestealers and protestants who had been at the bottom of the strategy for many years were destroyed by the empire or the chaos, chaos During this period, Xiachao fell into a power vacuum.

Jean Dan's clever wisdom and psychic ability allowed him to quickly arrange to occupy the heads of other human leaders one after another. In just three and a half months, the lower nest has shown a frightening overall peace, and is called massacre. The strange cult of the church.

The power of faith allowed creatures like mortals to cast the subspace projection of their spirit and soul into Jean Dan's body. It began to become more powerful, and soon reached the level of an Alpha-level psyker feared by the Empire, but this was still not At the limit, if the attack by the red pirates hadn't caused all levels of the hive to be strictly sealed off, it might have already invaded the middle level.

But even so, its greed is as natural as its race's love to occupy the bodies of other creatures. It can be said that there is no difference between Dan, an ancient monster alien, and a demon greedy for souls. During this time, the members of the Hive City Gang also Realizing that worshiping the church of genocide recommended by their leader would give them strength.

As long as you wear the badges distributed by the church, you can get enough strength, your wounds can recover very quickly, you will no longer suffer from pain, you will not be afraid, and your shooting will be more accurate.

The Inquisition discovered this organization before the war with the Red Corsairs, but the Empire's large, twisted and too slow structure allowed them to spend about a few weeks observing the situation. When the Inquisition decided to attack, they notified Alan Bair , but both the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition underestimated the power of this church.

They relied on the fear of death, the lack of pain, the simple individual rocket launcher and the abnormal mutation that could tear apart flesh and blood with bare hands. They relied on the power of Jean Dan to repel several invasions of the Inquisition, and secured the lower levels of the hive city. Completely divided.

When the news of the nest's independence and blockade reached the Imperial Guard, Alan Bair did not want to care about it, because in his eyes, the enemy was the Red Pirates. Secondly, the lower class people probably had a psyker who heard the news from the High Sky. Such a religious church was organized by the call of the powerful. In normal times, the army could press in and extinguish those stupid souls.

It's just that most of their elite combat power is now defending against the potential gang-hopping of the red pirates. Following the vibrations from time to time, which are the damage caused by the bombing of the outer layer by enemy warships, Alan Bayer can't help but ask for the first time. Inquisitor Nova shouted.

"Why are you telling me this now?!" His emotions were a little out of control. It would be better to say that during most of the war, this lord devoted himself to solving most of the logistical problems, and every one of his seemingly crazy adventures, The premise is actually that there are no worries.

His living environment made it impossible for him to tolerate threats to his logistics base. Just like the old Skadi saying, before the soldiers and horses are moved, the food and grass must go first.

And he saw Judge Nova's surprised expression and said again. "I'm sorry, this thing bothers me a little. Those Imperial Marines are dying, and I can only stand still." It's not so much this group of people that makes him lose his temper, but rather the Red Pirates.

Nova did not answer. She wanted to give advice to the imperial officer as an inquisitor, but she could only produce a copy of the inquisition's investigation. "I'm not supposed to show you this, but."

There was a portrait of a man drawn on the kraft paper. It was reproduced with a servitor and was lifelike. At the same time, Alan Bayer knew this man. This man was the leader of the red flag gang that day.

At this moment, Alan Beyer was rubbing his temples and looking at his desk. He was suddenly distracted by an inexplicable gravity of fate, and then smiled bitterly.

Because now the vanguard troops of the Imperial Navy are sacrificing their lives, but he cannot do a good job in not being on the front line. At the same time, the cause of this incident is actually... he once had a small conflict with the Inquisition.

He felt a sense of powerlessness, not because he was really weak, but because of this dark and terrifying universe, the huge empire, the dazzling array of enemies that dazzled him, and the unclear butterfly effect that seemed unchangeable.

The Imperial Guard could no longer draw out its combat power, and it was difficult to move in large-scale deployments, but he needed to solve the problem, and he looked at the portrait in front of him. "Are these the contradictions he gathered?" Alan Bayer asked.

Nova replied. "According to the Acolyte's investigation, it seems that the entire rebellion now revolves around this man. Of course, he promotes himself as the spokesperson of the Emperor, and the Lord of Mankind regards lower-level mutants as citizens of the Empire. Such ridiculous heretical declarations, etc."

"It's stupid, but such a declaration can win people's hearts quickly. It's hard for me to evaluate whether those words are really stupid, but..." Alan Bair looked out the window at the dark sky of the nest city.

"He has to die. Arrange for Vindicare. I know you have prepared that thing for me. My intelligence network is enough to detect most of the movements in this sector. If killing this man can make things disappear, then Zhong Lao It can also reduce control costs.”

Inquisitor Nova nodded. "The Tribunal is already preparing. Vindicare is approaching its lair at the moment..."

This decision was both crazy and rational. One assassination was used to erase the pain and worry of the huge empire. After the assassin fell from high altitude to the gang stronghold where Jean Dan was located, the silent hover car allowed anyone who dared to tarnish the honor of the empire to None of them realized that this god of death was falling.

The Vindicare Assassin activated his optical mimicry, and a dark curtain covered his body. The dark tights on the male assassin's body turned into a part of the night sky in a moment.

As the zip line landed on the tattered stronghold, the Vindicare Assassin didn't hesitate or complain. His emotions had long been stripped away by the empire, and now he only had obedience and no regrets left, even if he was ordered to kill one. He is a little-known gang leader in the hive city, and he doesn't care or complain about tarnishing his skills.

However, it is still easy to sneak in here, because the gang has almost no air defense means, and the camouflaged anti-gravity suspension vehicle can quickly maneuver here. Because of this, the assassin saved a lot of time and energy.

He took out the dark-colored spear from behind. This weapon, called a killing rifle, was customized according to the assassin's specific requirements. This balanced and perfect, individually crafted rifle will never jam and overheat, never weaken or falter.

The sophisticated machine souls built into the weapons of the Annihilation series are sleek and ferocious, echoes of the men who wielded them, and in the hands of their talented owners, these rifles were responsible for the end of countless heretics.

The weapons of the Destruction series use ammunition made of special gravity field alloys to penetrate almost all known protections. Even if they pass through ceramite plates, they still have amazing lethality. The Destruction Rifle can kill a Chaos Space Marine with one precise shot. .

The assassin skillfully wiped the accurate telescope on his man, and then made preparations. He took out his weapon, opened the fragile lock on the roof of the building, and then set up the firearm.

Under his body, no one realized that the nightmare was happening next to him. After a few rapid muffler sounds, the lock cracked. At the same time, several gang members on guard below looked around, wondering if they had heard wrongly. .

After they left, the assassin opened the window on the rooftop and jumped down. With a beautiful deadening movement, he rolled and landed easily across five or six meters.

He moved forward quickly, because when he entered here and started, there was a time limit for this operation. The longer the delay, the greater the risk.

The augury inside his mask quickly constructed the building information here, and then transmitted it directly to his head through the mask connected to his temples, as if he had more eyes.

Up to this point, even the intensive changing of guards could not detect him. His infrared detection and fortune-telling devices had pointed out his target early, and his sophisticated infiltration skills and stealth capabilities allowed him to bypass most of the unwary gang members.

He knew everything about this place, and what even the oldest gang members didn't know, he also knew completely with the help of the equipment. When he came to the hall through an abandoned ventilation duct, he raised his gun and aimed at the gang leader who was feasting on a meal. .

The man was almost four meters tall at the moment, not fat, but definitely not normal. He looked like an enlarged Ogryn, with a thick body and muscles, and a giant roasted rodent was standing in front of him. Appetizer-like.

The entire dining table, which was almost 3 meters long, was just a single table for him. At the same time, countless gang members shoved grilled things in front of him without even using plates, and the assassin noticed that there were many food remains among them. Strange skeletons, similar to the human skeletons he knew.

It just became so twisted and terrifying, and the meditator array in his head also locked onto the similarities between this monster and the gang leader, because through facial analysis, their skeletons were consistent, although he didn't know why this person was so... His body was so swollen in such a short period of time, but he understood that killing him would be the completion of the mission, and that would be enough.

The assassin assumed a shooting posture, with his thighs wrapped around the narrow vent, separated by the metal fence, and the muzzle of the gun passed through the gaps. At the same time, his skeleton mask continued to collect information to ensure that he could aim at the vital points of this huge body, but His psychic detector began to continuously warn that there was a psychic reaction here.

The assassin had no time to waste. He had already wasted a lot of the emperor's patience along the way. However, when he aimed at this behemoth, the intelligence collected by the avian instrument showed that the creature in front of him was not human.

A ridiculous idea flashed through his head, but he was very sure that this was not groundless. He turned on his infrared mode. At this moment, his mechanical eyes helped him see the man's situation clearly. It was a lot of worms that were constantly wriggling. His equipment quickly told him that this was a swarm of organisms and killing a single individual was useless.

However, the assassin's natural emotions of fear and surprise have long since been removed. Based on experience, he simply replaced the projectiles with high-temperature dragon's breath bullets used against aliens. After they are embedded in the target, they will explode violently, and at the same time, they will emit fierce heat that will destroy any aliens. It kills carbon-based organisms, and is extremely effective even against the Tyranid's indestructible exoskeleton armor.

He pulled out the magazine and quickly changed bullets. The alien was still feasting. The assassin changed the equipment, raised it, aimed, held his breath and concentrated, and then, touched.

A projectile passed through the hall made of scrap metal and junk, passed by the many servants who served it, and penetrated into the chest of the leader who was eating. Then in an instant, intense light and heat exploded inside it like a star, and countless distortions occurred. of worms scattered out.

But the assassin felt that it was still not enough. He risked firing several times, one shot after another, until the magazine was empty. The hall had turned into a sea of ​​worm fire. Those loyal servants were screaming, and this perverted alien was also burned by the Emperor's flames to the point that it could no longer maintain its human form.

The assassin was ready to leave at this point, but he suddenly realized that his body had become unable to move. After a violent feeling, he felt that his head was about to be torn apart. He let out an irresistible, painful gasp, and then his body opened the grille of the vent and jumped into the sea of ​​fire.

The height of tens of meters broke his reinforced thigh, making a clear cracking sound, while he still moved forward, blood dragging on the bright red carpet, and flames attached to his tights.

He did not continue to scream, because compared to the pain just now, it was nothing at the moment. When he maintained his willpower and raised the extermination pistol on his waist, his arm trembled under the Alpha-level psychic power, and slowly pointed it at his head.

After the sound of a bang, the assassin's head turned into a group of bright red flowers...

I don't know if it was because shooting really had an effect on the worms, or if his willpower was so strong that it was terrifying. In a few seconds, he successfully raised his weapon and committed suicide. His soul was free at this moment.

Let Danze gather together in flames. The high temperature and explosion forced it to disperse to reduce the risk of individual death by pressure, but the shooting just now caused it to lose almost 30%. Anger made it want to eat this human to vent its anger and obtain his memory at the same time, but it seems that it has underestimated the willpower of the human race.

After using psychic power to restore its form with great difficulty, it realized that the Empire had noticed it. At this time, it could no longer hide. This time it was an assassin, and next time it would be the Imperial Army, Space Marines, and the Extermination Order.

It dragged its burning body and pushed open the door of the hall, shouting to the gang members who were gathering and preparing to rescue the leader.

"Boys, get ready, the holy war is about to begin!"