Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The long voyage in the void was more boring than most people imagined. There were no stars in the sky, and there were no bizarre cosmic scenery. After he got used to the madness of hundreds of giant cannons biting each other, it was only a little over half an hour. After a while, he realized that the war in front of him could not eliminate the boredom of ultra-long-distance combat.

The old captain couldn't help but start to recall the taste of the delicacies he tasted before the expedition. Although it was not as good as the good things he tasted at the private banquets of the imperial lords, it was still a rare delicacy in the army that was not vacuum packaged or frozen for a long time.

That is, a beef ant steak sprinkled with pepper, select the most delicious inside of the spine, the soft and fatty part, and a small cup, which is licensed to be drunk during wartime, a drink similar to a farewell drink, which is used by people. It has been brewed for a long time, has extraordinary strength, is a clear, bitter and spicy imperial brew, Amset.

Although the buzzing roar of the plasma engine at the moment woke him up from time to time from the aftertaste of black pepper in his mouth and the texture of alcohol mixed with a little bit of amset, he had to admit that the interceptor pilot's meal was not as good as people imagined. good.

It is also difficult for him to imagine that the things he usually eats will become his last meal, such as common foods.

Canned glomon or, rarely, canned bull ants, but those foods are usually too soft, too rotten, and too salty, paired with canned Calada fruit, a specialty of the nearby Imperial agricultural world, similar to what is grown in large quantities in the Empire today Apples are disgusting crops that taste more unpleasant, have a softer texture and can replenish their starch needs.

If they were lucky enough, they would get Glomon bacon and artificial eggs, plus a piece of mixed bread made with genetically modified barley, and a cup of Reca coffee, which was the highest treatment that pilots like them could enjoy.

But in this cruel universe, being able to taste all the gifts the Emperor had for brave men like them was his only solace during the long voyage and the possible high-pressure battles that would follow for several hours.

Until the aroma of tobacco leaves suddenly came from the closed body, he lost his soul in an instant and looked at the wisps of white smoke drifting from the front of the fully enclosed helmet in front of him.

"What are you doing?!" He turned his head as if reflexively. The gunner was lighting a cigar and puffing away smoke, and he said immediately. "This place belongs to the three of us. Come on, give me a few bites, and I can ignore your stupidity."

This is against discipline, but no one can supervise their so-called military crimes at this moment. However, the empire will indeed issue a low-quality cigarette to the stressed out scouts to soothe their deteriorating emotions during high-intensity combat. need.

The gunner walked through the driver's seat and brought out the roll of smoke, a burning cigar. The high-grade tobacco leaves make people linger. Even in a closed cabin, second-hand smoke will stay with them for a long time. Under the diligent air circulation system, Until it's completely filtered, those smells will be there, but they won't care.

Like now, cried the Watcher. "Give me a bite too!"

The captain did not hesitate to bite the spot that had just been held by his comrade, and then sucked out a beautiful smoke ring, which was round and like a donut and hit the transparent glass of the cabin. "Don't smoke too much, it will turn my beloved partner yellow and covered in smoke oil."

said the gunner. "So beautiful, that smoke ring."

The captain rubbed his nose, passed the cigar between the seats, handed it to the waiting observer, and answered. "This is one of my many abilities. After all, I lived in an agricultural world when I was young. My father was a farmer. In fact, my family was well off. Before the green skins invaded my homeland..."

"Then I was rescued by the Imperial Guard. I volunteered to join the army and became an interceptor pilot of the Imperial Navy with excellent grades and a good financial background. You know what happens next better than anyone else."

replied the gunner. "It's great. I have served for generations, starting from my great-grandfather. I heard that he used to be the first mate on the ship. But in my generation, I can only be a gunner."

Observer cursed after smoking the cigar. "What, Aibo, aren't you happy? It's so free and comfortable here, the whole void is free for you to fly, speed and opportunity are present at the same time. I used to be an ordinary member of the hive city, a gang, a big comb head, tattoos, and gothic smoky makeup. ,damn it!"

"Then I became the 11th tax. I was caught by the bailiff and then assigned to the Imperial Navy. I went from a basic spaceman to getting here and spent all my luck. Emperor bless me. I had to learn too much. many."

He handed the cigar to the gunner, and the three of them smoked and chatted. Time had changed much faster. In front of the front lines that were suddenly far and near, they had to vent their many thoughts through the power of alcohol and illusory tobacco. and the past.

They are also aware of the dangers of this operation. The problem can be seen just from the full fuel and the lack of escort. The empire has not concealed it. They are suicide squads, there is no doubt about it.

Although it is shameful and painful for every dignified commander to let his soldiers sacrifice and die to open the war, in today's dark universe, people cannot deny the efficiency of this thing.

The place that represents death and sacrifice in the distance is getting closer. When the air circulation system cleans the cigar smoke, the thick and thick tobacco is extinguished, and the last perfect smoke ring is spit out, the captain changes his attitude.

He stepped on the speed control device, and the trio took their positions. They had experienced countless painful and terrible wars, and this one was not the most difficult, far from it. It was just that the lack of wingmen made their battle more difficult. Fuel and supplies were far from enough, and whether they could achieve the strategic goal was even more unknown.

The fighter plane was immersed in the endless artillery fire from the void. It was inconspicuous like a small light spot emitted by the main gun of a destroyer, and at the same time, it slid into the battle line with countless stray bullets from the warships that passed by.

At this moment, the hidden cruelty of those behemoths that covered the sky and the sun was undoubtedly revealed at the endless distance in the void. Countless close-in defense guns and terrifying heavy firepower were waiting for blood to wet their muzzles.

And the most valuable and honorable ancient warships of the empire, including antiques that served in the Great Crusade era, were all here, replaced with a black coating, with the red fist logo of the Red Corsairs, or the eight-pointed star of the mighty ones in the highest heaven.

It was blasphemous and disgusting. Those machine souls that should have been sleeping in the harbor built by the priests were infected by the countless terrible wills of the Supreme Heaven. The brave warriors who helped humans gain a foothold in the Milky Way have now become weapons to slaughter humans.

The interceptor turned off its auspicious instrument. This was the trick the old captain was best at. A plasma engine alone would not be easier to detect than the so-called artillery shells. Even if they were really detected, they would not be able to distinguish them.

But now the soldiers here can only rely on their mortal eyes to judge. Shuttled among countless defiled ships, just like the tombstones recording the great achievements of the empire came to life. The crew members of the interceptor needed to recite most of the warships that the empire knew in its long history. Now those antiques that were proven to be almost impossible to appear on the battlefield were vivid in their memories.

The captain couldn't help but speak. "That Sword-class, I know the inscription under her ship's side, that's the language of my hometown, meaning dawn, this is Roen Wakander, the warship that liberated my hometown from the Eldar bandits, damn it!" For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, whether it was a stigma or an honor, the complex emotions made him unable to understand why this universe was so crazy and twisted.

Now the looseness and chaos in the cabin have completely dissipated, silence and suffocation have replaced those laughter, and finally, after a few sharp turns, the captain found the target.

It was an ancient warship, with a clear red Scorpion Chapter logo and a huge hostile battle deck and densely packed transmitters. Rather than saying that the Space Marines' warships are weapons, they are better vehicles or aircraft carriers. Those differences allowed the veteran to lock the target very quickly.

"It's that one, at three o'clock, a beautiful giant, what a pity." He reduced the engine power of the fighter, and could hardly see his existence in the void. So he approached and prepared to hit the enemy's ship with a shot, covering the hull with positioning missiles.

The gunner is ready, but the observer will sound the alarm immediately when approaching. "Four o'clock!" The brief words and their tacit understanding made the captain turn the body immediately, and the plasma engine accelerated again to avoid a shot from the right. The high-temperature plasma made the alarm roar continuously.

"Damn it, those angels of death are too sensitive! Hurry up and drop the bombs!" The captain cursed, but at the same time, on the battle deck, three red fighters took off very quickly. They were very flat, like bats, and similar to manta rays, but very fast, like three meteors.

"Enemy fighters, damn it!" The captain immediately pulled up and turned on the auspicious instrument to search for the location and intelligence of the enemy fighters. Soon, the thinker array pointed out the enemy's location and fighter model on the display screen. It was an ancient sword-tail fighter, which could be traced back to the era of the Great Rebellion of the Empire. The speed was deadly and terrible.

Even veteran pilots had to endure the huge load. You know that rising will produce a strong upward g force, just like hanging a person upside down. Maintaining this intensity for a few seconds can cause severe cerebral congestion. Even if the high-pressure suit alleviates many of these problems, it will make the driver unbearable.

At the same time, the Space Marines' reaction speed and load tolerance far exceeded those of mortals. They easily caught up with the Imperial Navy's interceptor, and the rare opportunity to activate their weapons was lost. However, the observer spoke at this moment. "The enemy is extremely fast, but the turning is poor. We should be able to bypass them with fierce maneuvers..." The captain dodged the twin laser cannons in the rear, and the fierce attack made him overwhelmed. The performance of the sword tail far exceeded that of the Imperial Navy's fighters, so he had to speak. "Then come on!" A life-threatening strong acceleration turn, the arc of which almost reached the limit of the fighter, and the large propulsion force made them dizzy. In the gradually darkening vision, the observer in the back seat saw some light coming out of the enemy's body, and then spoke immediately. "Damn it! Missile!" A tracking missile followed them forward, and because the speed of the turn was reduced, the deadly and crazy thing happened to merge with their path. There is no way to avoid it, death is in sight, their value has not yet been reached, and now, they are not willing to die, so...

"Fire!" This is almost impossible, but the moment this order is issued, the captain, the driver, the gunner instinctively fired the machine gun, and in the blink of an eye, the missile exploded, and the gorgeous heat was thrown in the vacuum, and at the same time, the fighter plane passed through the fire caused by the heat explosion caused by the missile.

Even the Space Marines were confused by the high-speed movement. They subconsciously slowed down and prepared to return to the deck, but after the fire, fierce strafing broke out from the place where it should be eliminated.

The gunner and pilot fired at the same time. The front laser cannon and the movable multi-link turret above the body emitted fire, tearing apart the two careless renegade Space Marine fighters. The engine burst and hit the barge with one end. A ball of flame.

The remaining swordtail fighter was also put at a disadvantage due to the change of position. In an aerial dogfight, no matter what the situation, the pursuer behind would have an advantage, and even the Space Marines could not do this. avoid.

The Sword Tail lacks a turret behind it or an effective counterattack, so it is only a matter of time before it is defeated. At this point, the pilot, the old captain, wiped the tip of his nose, and blood was constantly overflowing, but the credit for defeating the two Space Marine fighters was indeed worth it. .

And he spoke. "Low fuel, damn, that Space Marine ran away, let him go, lucky guy, gunner, lock, drop bomb, now..." He couldn't speak clearly, the maneuver just now gave him a little concussion, other The same goes for people. Nowadays, gunners have trouble looking through their sights.

But such a large battle barge was obviously not easy to miss. The veteran adjusted his posture, took aim, stared at the demon that made it difficult for the Imperial Navy to move, and fired.

A light blue missile was emitted, and the enemy warships could not resist, but they did not understand why the empire only sent one interceptor here. Of course, they also guessed that the missile was abnormal.

But then, the missile exploded very quickly, was completely blocked by the void shield, and turned into a ridiculous smoke. At this point, those people immediately began to dispatch new fighters in an orderly manner. They at least had one crew, and the captain could only reluctantly launch. He slowly left the fighter plane that was low on fuel, ensuring that he would not die immediately.

Until they left the war zone a few hours later, the aircraft was completely out of fuel. In the boundless void, the three of them looked at each other bitterly.

said the captain. "Success!"

The gunner covered his head. "Success there?"

the captain replied. "That kind of missile has two sections. One section will be intercepted and then emit a high light. The second section will be submerged inside and embedded on the outside of the ship."

The others also nodded and began to wait for their own death. Just like this, after a few hours, they slowly watched the body's communicator begin to get better. Although no one answered, at the same time, a fierce light came from the side of the void. They shot out of the battle zone, and two deadly waves of Emperor's Wrath arrived one after another, tearing apart the entire enemy's battle line in an instant.

They succeeded. Although there was only boundless void at the moment, they succeeded. The three of them killed hundreds of space warriors. It was a miracle for the Emperor...