Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The void has become a cemetery. Countless sunken battleships stand horizontally or vertically like the tombstones of the empire in the void with no distinction between up, down, left, and right. The deep space stations that grow all over the place are more like huge clock towers to remember the dead. people.

Whether they are heroes of the empire or greedy traitors, at this moment they are far away from the cold and void, and their souls return to the highest sky. Only the unburned air inside the ship emits smoke, and only the transport planes shuttle among the adamantine fragments. Collecting resources and usable intelligence, such as the enemy's individual soldier level or equipment status.

It's just that the traitors' equipment levels are different and there is no unified maintenance method. This kind of intelligence is of little value, and the encrypted important information is difficult to crack in a short time. Even if the astropaths are language masters and are proficient in cryptography, it will be very difficult. It is difficult to understand the complex and changeable encrypted language that has been disturbed by subspace in a short time.

When the enemy is close, those things become irrelevant. The empire's small battleships are required to hide among the endless battleship wreckage in the battle zone. At the same time, they have to be alert to the scattered and defeated enemy remnants coming back.

After the destroyers were filled with torpedoes, the number of Imperial Guard warships had been reduced to more than ninety, and more than 60,000 heroic souls had died. They were all loyal soldiers and civilians of the Imperial Navy. The void mercilessly swallowed their souls, those sufferings, those Pain, but they caused more to the enemy before their souls returned to the throne, living up to their reputation as the elite of the empire.

Their relatives would never see that hero again. They were turned into miserable ice cubes by the ruthless void, and scattered as the battleships cracked, lighting up the future of the empire like stars in the sky.

On the various battleships of the empire, all soldiers and civilians lowered their heads, facing the names of countless dead compatriots on the holographic screen, and mourning for those flesh-and-blood brothers who had never met or remembered them freshly. Officers took off their hats, and sailors no longer maintained the deck. The Imperial Navy The Admiral's voice offered their final prayers.

"Forward!" he shouted in a bold and long voice. "Onward, through the sea of ​​mist, the icy void, the ship of souls, high above, black holes, comets, stars or stars, onward!"

"Since our ancestors, my father, myself, humans have roamed here, looking for a place to stay, countless sacrifices, countless pains, countless deaths, and still today, the cornerstones of flesh and blood are established for the empire, and the song is higher than the boundless Galaxy, sing, sing!”

The navy all raised their heads. "In those cold stars, the storm is merciless, far away from the warmth. In this empty tomb, you will see the battleships rising and falling in the void, far away from the crazy stars, far away from the empty tomb."

Their voices are low. This is an ancient song in this star region, which is still passed down from the expedition to the present day. It represents the truth of this universe and the slim hope.

Suddenly, their voices rose to a major key. "Why not ride on the wind like a beautiful bird of prey?! Let's ride on the wind, soul of the empire! Stay away from the crazy stars, stay away from those empty tombs..."

The singing stopped, when those brave people lay down and did not want to get up due to the fatigue of exploration, their bodies rotted, their souls sublimated, the haze was beyond the sky, they no longer needed to wander, they returned to their homes, and their souls no longer wandered.

And among these graves, the war will not stop. Prayers and farewells are short. Those soldiers, those who are still alive, have entered a fighting posture again. Just like most people's misunderstanding of the Imperial Navy, they are elegant and free, even compared to The army is too disorganized, and this group of gentlemen is also the core force that allows the empire to maintain its current status, which cannot be questioned.

They passed through tombs, layers of wreckage, tombstones, and madness. Now, their wandering will continue until mankind completely conquers the universe.

The admiral stopped his prayer. He looked at the countless approaching red dots in the augur, and the attack also began. This time the Imperial Navy had to have a faster pace, deeper speed, and more accurate dispatch. You can imagine the pressure on him.

He listened to the communicator, and in the rapid beeping, he realized that the war had begun again. The Tau drones issued a warning. It was estimated that there would be three hundred battleships, three times the number of the Imperial Navy, but the evil The Ark of Omen did not appear, and the admiral breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that with this number of remaining warships and the Ark of Omen, the empire would have no chance of victory.

At this point, the entire Imperial Navy is holding its breath and concentrating. This time they do not have the same fastest attack as last time. It is not that the bombardment is useless, but that they need to wait. War is not only about tilted firepower, but also some cunning.

The enemy cannot bypass this cemetery. It is a natural bunker. The huge range also determines that they cannot bypass it. Otherwise, the slow speed will cause the army to advance slowly and be attacked by more firepower. Bypassing also means exposing the flanks, which is easy. Attacked by the Empire.

They realized that the empire had special reconnaissance methods, so they no longer took risks with information. They learned from the experience of annihilating the forward troops. They became more vigilant, and this vigilance also became their shortcoming.

As the enemy's large force gradually approached the area called the cemetery, countless battleship remains hindered shooting. They naturally slowed down and looked for the wreckage to analyze the situation. They did not expect that among those remains, the destroyers of the Imperial Navy had already It's been a long time coming.

The captain of the Imperial Navy looked at the auspicious device. He turned off the communication device and plasma engine, and hid behind the ruins in a position where the torpedoes could shoot on both sides. He looked at the approaching enemies at the command point. They were huge in number, and there was no doubt about it. .

He cleared his throat and said. "This is the end." There was not much emotion or fear. He was already prepared. He was a major general of the empire and a captain of the empire. He gave up everything to join this chorus and wanted the sound to be long and long. , spread throughout the void, using his life and the powerful machine soul of this loyal sword-class destroyer.

Among the intricate carcasses of battleships that were like countless sparkling ruins, the machine souls operated by the traitors trembled as they discovered the empire's battleships. It hesitated obviously, and then several torpedoes sank into its huge body, flickering. Under the light, tens of thousands of enemies died.

And there was not only an enemy next to the battleship, but the torpedoes were gone. The captain looked at the dense red dots in his auspicious device and spoke without hesitation. "Crash!"

The plasma engine burned and the preheated engine started. This sword-class battleship, which had been in service for many years, was exerting its full temperature. The captain raised his wine glass high, the red wine swaying unsteadily, and amid the buzzing trembling, he shouted With.

"Come and sing loudly, a glass to my comrades, a glass to my compatriots, and a glass to my lover. No matter how difficult it is to get together on this confused journey, move forward! For the emperor!"

The huge mass is gathered in the propulsion, the bright plasma engine shines with light far beyond the mortal soul, the machine soul is roaring, and the battleship looks extremely bright red on the enemy's auspicious instrument.

Countless cannonballs, light spears, and even a few torpedoes were fired like thunder. In order to hide, they turned off the void shield, because the void shield generator had huge energy fluctuations. At this point, countless cannonballs directly hit the battleship, and the shield area , the crew lounge, the command post, except for the power system, all are collapsing one by one.

At the same time, several transport planes like small stars left the ship and jumped to the enemy warship in the distance. They looked at their former home, the giant ship moving forward fearlessly, and the light of its machine soul was extremely dazzling. At the same time, the flanking ships The compatriots' jump ship was vaporized by the enemy's close-range anti-aircraft guns, and only half of the transport planes touched the outside of the enemy's warship...

The huge impact angle of the sword class still cut through the boundless void, and the sharp front section was embedded into the enemy's interior. Inside a battleship that was far larger and more powerful than it, it detonated its core, and the plasma was flowing in a short burst. After the failure, a huge explosion was caused, and the scorching flames swallowed the entire area.

And this situation is being repeated in the war zone. The enemy has penetrated deep into it, and now they are paying the price. Countless heroes of the empire have sacrificed everything they have in exchange for everything the enemy has. At close range, torpedoes, collisions, and boarding battles never stop for a moment.

The entire tomb area turned into a hell on earth, with explosions and deaths. In the ensuing war against the Ark of Omen, the powerless ships gave up everything and moved closer to the enemies of the empire. Their combat effectiveness was much higher than that of ordinary fire attack ships, but at a high cost. It’s also indescribable.

The senior general took off his hat. He watched the dense red and green dots on the divination instrument gradually disappear. He had rarely experienced such a situation in his long war career. He felt suffocated, which was rare. , and he does feel that long-lost sense of powerlessness now.

He raised a glass of high-alcohol Amset and swallowed it wholeheartedly. This thing would not make him drunk. This old sailor, old captain, and old commander loved freedom in his heart. He wanted to have no worries. To wander in the void, then he must give up everything, such as kindness or tolerance.

He stood up with a red face, his wrinkled cheeks smelled of alcohol, and then spoke to the entire fleet.

"Free souls of the Emperor, fire the cannon to avenge the brothers, so that they cannot leave this cemetery, bury them together, and let the flames become a requiem for enemies and brothers!"

Fire, fire, the endless anger turned into actual cannonballs, the light shone on the entire cemetery, the blooming heat was as bright as blood, spreading all over the place, and they didn't know when they would meet those compatriots again, they had to Farewell, with cannon fire, those guys who sang together, it's time to leave them.

This long and continuous, painful and violent requiem ended, and the entire cemetery turned into a silent place. Not a single battleship left. They won. They spent 50 battleships and destroyed a large number of the enemy's effective forces, leaving only destroying heavy cruisers and battleships, leaving those loyal souls in pain.

The admiral exhaled a breath of hot breath, which turned into thin white mist in the cold circulating air. He looked at the emptied oriole and stood up, ready to declare a staged victory. But the next moment, a huge energy reaction caused the entire fleet to All beeped warnings.

An Ark of Omen is coming. The thing is as big as a planet and is slow. It is surrounded by countless battleships, but the Tau drones do not respond. There is no doubt that they have discovered the little trick of the Titan and destroy it at the same time. Knowing those things, now the Imperial Navy's blind trust in those intelligence has become a problem...

The giant object squeezed out the entire channel, and the corpses of the battleships were useless to the planetary engine. However, its huge size also meant another thing, that is, another Ark of Omen could not appear now, otherwise the gravitational pull of the two behemoths would interact with each other. Pull and they'll bang together.

It was the first time that the admiral witnessed the legendary planetary engine. Those behemoths that usually existed in the legends of the empire, whether they were aliens or heretics, were far beyond his imagination. He felt suffocated at this moment, and holograms came from the remaining battleships. The projection outlines the posture of this behemoth in this lightless world.

It was something like a huge flat irregular mosaic, densely packed with strange protrusions and suffocating depressions, comparable to Terra's moon, and at the same time similar to the barnacles on the bottom of a ship, which accumulated over time.

The admiral has seen countless monsters and demons in his long battle career, but he has never seen this monster. His breathing stagnated for a moment, and the next second, a large number of artillery shells and light spears attacked in huge numbers far exceeding the previous enemies of the empire. Come, be precise and intensive.

Amid the violent trembling, the bright star-like light made it difficult to open one's eyes. The void shield of the fleet ahead completely collapsed. In the second round, several battleships of the heavy fleet would be destroyed!

The most important Engili Spaceport was also attacked by intensive shooting. However, its huge size of hundreds of kilometers and the planet-level void shield on it easily resisted those crazy shootings. At the same time, Alan Bair's communication also came later. .

The admiral looked at the young man in the holographic screen and subconsciously felt relieved. He was a little unsure whether his emotions were still stable, but he suddenly realized why so many people in the empire regarded him as a saint.

He spoke, but stuttered. This was extremely out of character, but he quickly adjusted his attitude. "I... we have no battleship losses for the time being, but the next shooting will cause huge losses. The enemy is not stupid. They locked our area through the titanium drones, and this shooting actually has a lot of firepower. If it deviates, they don’t know the accurate shooting distance, and it will only be more deadly next time.”

"The Astropath predicts that we will lose 10% of our battleships in the next shooting!"

Alan Bayer did not answer for a long time in the holographic projection, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke.

"Let the battleship group go behind the Engili Spaceport. I believe that the war fortress obtained by the blood of our soldiers will not be lost to the so-called Heretic Ark. The Emperor's light protects us, for the Empire!"

The admiral showed an incredulous expression, but this emotion flashed past. He subconsciously felt that the lives of the soldiers should be exchanged for the safety of the spaceport, but now he understood that if the Imperial Navy was completely destroyed, this sector would be lost to the Empire. Ability.

That is to say, even if they win, Pangia cannot be unified for a long time. At this point, the admiral realizes that the rumors he heard that Commander-in-Chief Alan Bair wanted to turn the entire sector into a fortress were not empty talk.

He stumbled and answered like a new recruit at the moment. "Yes, for the empire!" But there was no trace of hesitation in his words.