Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The Nord recruits were hiding in the logistics department of the 4th Skadi Regiment. His regiment was almost completely wiped out. This situation can be seen everywhere in PDF. The first wave of PDFs who fought with the enemy died in just a moment, and now they are left behind. Basically, they are all engineering team soldiers who can retreat immediately.

Nowadays, artillery fire and thunder continue. He is like a child huddled up in a thunderstorm night, hiding from the raindrops in a small tent made of rags. He looks at his other companions who are covered in filth and have collapsed expressions and numbly accept the starch cubes to cook. Emergency food that turns into mush.

He was given a rest, more because these people are currently useless, but not useless. Future construction and casting will require this group of coolies, but they will be useless after the war.

But at this moment, warm food could not restore the poor man's vitality. He swallowed the unpalatable thick porridge like a soulless puppet, and listened quietly to the long-lasting fire of the earth-shaking cannon.

After about three hours, the noise stopped and there was only intermittent shelling. He was quickly pulled out by a strange sergeant and was given an order.

"Dear PDF soldiers, the war is over. The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment has achieved an overwhelming victory. Now your responsibility is to collect the enemy's trophies. This is an enviable job, and you also know the rules. 70% should be handed over, especially heavy firearms or valuable pocket watches, but if you can find good items such as chocolates, cigarettes, and drinks, take them.”

"You can also distribute the scrap metal that was blown to pieces or other things that are still valuable for recycling. But in my opinion, there is probably nothing left from this war."

Nord was grabbed by the officer on his forearm and felt an unbearable pain there because he was overtired at work. Secondly, the officer was stronger than him as a soldier on the front line and had more and better food.

But he didn't know the courage to come there and asked. "Then aren't we hyenas? We eat carrion that the Imperial Guard doesn't want?"

The next moment he felt that his arm almost didn't belong to him. This sentence touched on the officer's pain point. Yes, the Imperial Guard looked down on those wastes, but what could he do? Leave it to the scavengers? Or a pervert of the Corpse Order?

He could only look at the new recruit with malicious eyes and then speak. "You go to Area A!"

Area a refers to the core point touched by the bombardment. If you go there, don't expect any more oil or water. You will probably be lucky to see twisted metal fragments. At the same time, there is also the most minced meat here. Limbs, and the risk of facing enemies around you who are pretending to be dead.

But there is no difference for Nord. Even if he picks up something, he probably won't be able to take it back. The broken pieces of food or the drinks scattered on the ground are worthless, and the reasonably useful firearms are not something he can carry.

He could only be forced to lift his shovel and walk to the place where he had just dug. To be honest, time had passed. At this moment, there was constant smoke and there were still flames burning on the ground. It was the place where he excavated the fragments of the building in his memory. That's not the case, but the empire turned this place into a hell on earth in just three hours.

He held his breath closed, because the smell of sulfur made him uncomfortable. The completely evaporated heat here had not dissipated yet, and it seemed sultry. The ground was full of gray marks and sunken craters, and among the debris on the ground, he Jet black carbides are often found.

He hoped that it was the remains of furniture, but he understood that a few hours ago, this thing was probably a beating heart of a person, or a digesting stomach, but now it looked like just a dark stone, not even worth making a tombstone for. nothing.

Then he could only walk to the outside of the landing point, because this place was equivalent to a desert, and he didn't want to return empty-handed.

Because according to requirements, a person must have something that is about 60 credits or more, otherwise there will be no dinner, and its value is about the same as a bottle of reasonably good amset. If it is in an area far away from the battle line, this is not difficult. A gun that still fires has far more than its value.

But there were only strange charcoal blocks and worthless craters, and when he came to the edge of the battlefield in this area, he saw decent-looking debris.

Those were parts of several people falling to the ground in pieces, just like the scenery he saw at the Geluo beast meat stall in the Chaodu market, but the hands, feet, and chests were all recognized by him, and he even had them. That kind of association instantly It made him want to vomit, but he had to get enough things, because if he wanted pdf to survive and not become a gang or a lawless person, he had to abide by the rules.

Holding back his nausea, he stepped into the fragments, picked them up one after another, and took off the weapon from the arm that was holding the gun tightly. The trigger of the gun was broken, and the clamp of the next one was broken. Just like that, His carrier basket was full, and he felt for personal gain in the pockets of the fragments.

The blood moistened his palms, and he suddenly felt something crawling on his hands. He endured his nausea and emphasized that those things were all illusions, and at the same time took out several beautiful pocket watches or necklaces.

At this point, he had had enough. Being a soldier did not have the limelight he imagined, nor did he get ahead or make a fortune. There was only death, pain, and fatigue. After a stabbing pain in his head, he felt that he had reached his limit.

He hated this fortress, the so-called lords, the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, the Astartes, and the officers of the pdf. It was those superior and violent people who made people more and more sad. When he used the body parts of dead people to The cloth wiped away the mess, but the resentment towards the empire in his head became huge for no reason.

Finally, he angrily raised a piece of gravel and smashed it against the mud-like corpses. After a muffled sound, the pieces of flesh instantly turned into rotten flesh. He was surprised that his strength increased for no reason, and then It felt like such destruction gave him endless satisfaction.

He suddenly realized that he still had a long time, and there were even more opportunities. And before he knew when, he felt that many brothers were underground, beside him, and around him...

At this point, he felt extremely huge in his heart, and a high willpower accepted him, a willpower that was different from the indifference of the empire and him, and this supreme god was descending from his nest and slowly opened his false eyes, Those eyes were not material, mimetic, and empty. They licked the corners of their mouths humanely, lifelike, and then confirmed that their big game had gradually begun.

The Imperial Guard now knows nothing about this matter. The logistics department of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment is dealing with another victory of their own. For them, it is like a daily routine, and it is even more difficult to deal with a few thugs without heavy firepower. It's simple and easy, but every victory is worth a fortune.

In front of the long table, the Letling boy took the cooked food from the field cooking truck and handed it to his brothers. The ensign cut the fragrant steak, put the food into his mouth, and opened his mouth while chewing.

"It's a rare dinner party. God knows whether we will die next time, but this war still makes me feel something is wrong."

he asked the Master Chief of the Doomhawk. "You don't feel psychic energy?"

The think tank sergeant replied. "No, not at all, but those people have indeed become infinitely powerful, not afraid of death, their physical strength has become higher, and they even remain rational, not stimulants, and they have an inexplicable tacit understanding that can easily achieve the results that only the legion who has been tempered for thousands of times can achieve. tacit understanding.”

His rich war experience allowed him to quickly summarize the general situation. This time the Imperial Guard won because of its rich equipment and powerful firepower. Although the quality of individual soldiers was not necessarily weaker, losses were not inevitable.

The captain echoed. "The addition of poison blades and earth-shaking cannons is really a clever plan, but it will take us a full 30 hours to go back and forth. I hope that the civil war situation will not change much in the 15 hours we go back."

The battle situation was changing rapidly, and his worries were not groundless. The lieutenant cut into juicy steaks and paired them with some good drinks, trying to drive away the worries in his heart. Although he was already good enough to fight quickly regardless of the cost, but facing the red pirate, You can't be too cautious.

He spoke again. "Chief of Staff, I see that the local pdf engineering team is working very hard. Our engineering team is also a bit lacking. Although they are not Skadi people, the speed of clearing gravel debris is still remarkable..."

The loyalist who graduated from Zhongsi Academy nodded. "It's really good. It's good to just be able to maintain that momentum. The upper levels need a lot of manpower to strengthen the defense. Bring them with you and I'll make arrangements right away."

The captain nodded, and the officers continued to eat. They had no idea that the conspiracy against the human race was constantly fermenting.

At the same time, in the void, the large force found the interceptor team that was suffering from hypoxia within a few hours of exploration. They remained unconscious for half an hour under low oxygen conditions. The empire was a step too late. When they returned to the fortress, the battlefield Doctors and the Chief Physician of the Imperial Navy determined that the brain damage was caused by excessive flight and prolonged lack of oxygen.

These three Imperial Navy heroes are likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease in the second half of their lives. At the same time, it is no longer possible to fly fighter jets. They must stay away from the sky, void, aircraft, and even travel long distances within their ability.

At this point, they are lucky and unlucky. The once-flying sky eagle has now landed and is incomplete. Rather than limping forward, they may regret not killing themselves with the firearms they wore. And maybe after this, the nest will be confusing. Qingmi's tavern has three more regulars.

Although Alan Bair awarded them the Empire's Terra Star Badge, this incident prevented them from even serving as instructors. The feeling of falling to the ground from a high altitude was uncomfortable and suffocating. They even had to say goodbye in a hurry inside the Emperor-class battleship. Without a chance to become friends, these three warriors were declared retired.

The three soldiers were unconscious in the best medical room in the fortress. Super-skilled surgeries tried their best to make them non-disabled, but it was uncertain whether the massive nerve necrosis would leave them with mental illness or memory loss.

This sad news made Alan Bayer a little sad. It was also happy that they survived. He reconfirmed with the Imperial Navy's senior admiral in the holographic image.

"Are you sure they can't fly?"

The Admiral replied. "I'm not a doctor, but I've seen situations like this. In most cases, it's like this. Their central nervous systems suffer massive necrosis. Although the empire's technology is powerful, it's still not enough to imitate real human brains. They don't have disabilities. It’s the result of the surgery performed by the chief doctor and the biological sage at the same time.”

Alan Beyer thought for a while. "There is a powerful biological sage on Panlan that I know. He is researching experiments on regrowing human limbs based on the biological system of Tyranids. Although it is dangerous, it may allow them to return to the blue sky."

"Using aliens?" The admiral showed a bitter expression.

"The source of this experiment is the crazy research of the former Governor of the Foundry. I know there may be dangers behind it. Under normal circumstances, this technology requires a full five hundred years to confirm, five hundred years of practice, and five hundred years of use before spending another five hundred years. years of popularity.”

"But I want to make sure that if those three people are willing, I can arrange a special recovery operation after the war, keep the whole process confidential, and at the same time obtain valuable living materials."

His words were a bit ruthless, but very realistic. It might be the best choice for them. The Governor's experiment has reached an advanced stage. This matter lasted for ten years. The Zerg method was used to implant universal embryos to re-grow the lost places. out, but whether they will become genestealers or not, no one knows.

Alan Bayer speculated that as long as they encountered a large-scale invasion of bugs in their lives, there would be no accidents due to this operation. Before those monsters were awakened by the Great Devourer, the genomes of bugs were quite non-invasive.

The admiral replied. "I don't agree, but I agree to do it according to their wishes, but now we have other difficulties. According to the Tau's intelligence, the main force of the Red Pirates will reach the bombardment range in two hours, which is in our area. outside.”

"I'm rearranging the array, but the two Arks of Omen..."

"I just want to ask one thing, sir, how is the status of the volcano cannon?"

Alan Bayer pursed his lips, took a sip of coffee, and then answered truthfully. "According to the parameters of the two shots, when firing at full power, the core can hold about 20 rounds, but it will obviously not destroy the two Arks of Evil Omen. I think... the remaining one may require a landing battle to capture it."

The admiral looked at him in disbelief. "Landing? That thing? That is not an existence that humans can understand. The Imperial soldiers went up there just to die innocently, not to mention that its owner is a renegade Space Marine!"

"But we have no choice. Both Skadi and the Destruction Eagle have experience in landing space hulks. They use artillery fire to clear out the landing area. Even the Ark of Omen is just a huge engine!" Alan Bair said With.

The senior admiral cursed. "Emperor, you're crazy, you're all crazy. I shouldn't believe your war, but I have no choice. When the time comes, I will obey your control. When we deal with the first Omen Ark, we will start landing. Prepare for battle!”