Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 381 Onius Plaid

The sky above the hive was abnormally dark, and the hive in low energy supply mode was cold and lonely. However, this had nothing to do with the Land Raider heavy tank that was traversing the soft soil here with its tracks. This ancient engine was covered in bright red Full of color and decorated with rebellious horns and spikes, the same goes for the warriors around her.

Those red pirates, former Star Claw warriors, had the same huge horns on their backs, dark red paint, and holding explosive bombs, urging forward the mortal servants in companies and wearing dark robes.

In front of each vehicle group, about 3 vehicles must be followed by 30 unarmed mortal servants. They are shivering, only wrapped in dark robes, and the cold wind makes their bodies close to shock and collapse. To bear the marching level of Space Marines, it can even be said that their presence makes this unit much slower.

And Onius Praid, a traitor who belonged to the former Red Scorpion Chapter, also squeezed open the observation window of the Marauder tank, half-body embedded in it, and observed the scenery here. The endless Space Marine Legion was advancing. And he was in control of everything. This feeling was great, something he couldn't get even after fighting for the empire for thousands of years.

He took off his heavy helmet, a skull-shaped helmet that was no different from that of his new brothers, and used his nasal cavity to feel the place that he would conquer. He used this battle group that belonged exclusively to him, a huge, terrifying, battle group. group.

With this group of thousands of Space Marines, they will then follow the heavy tanks in skirmishing combat. The firepower of hundreds of heavy Space Marines will range from the popular Land Raiders to the most terrifying Bends. Knife, plays a terrible opera in this place.

And he, Onius Plaid, the scarlet scorpion, was confused for a while. He betrayed the empire and his brothers. Only a small team followed him, less than 6 people. They were once wiped out, but now They got through it.

He once conquered a planetary governor, enjoyed her plump and proud personality and body, and used the resources of the planet to live happily ever after. His superhuman physique and personal charm quickly conquered the poor woman, but he soon got tired of playing. Thrills, endless wars and the admiration of someone as powerful as him, nothing else in this world can stimulate him.

And he came in the name of the Black-Hearted King, killed one of his men with a bloody sting, and declared war on this king, but Huron only sent Vengar, and the loser defeated him, but he didn't. After his death, he was reborn and joined the family as he killed a sergeant and proved that he was no weaker than the other warriors of the Red Pirates.

There was no discrimination or tit-for-tat. He naturally replaced the unlucky guy he killed in a head-on duel just like among his native brothers. Enjoying the admiration and recognition of other brothers, this young space warrior had to Admit it, he's addicted to this damn place.

Now, he has mastered the entire battle group, huge and countless brothers. He feels that the giant that he has been silent for a long time is ready to move. It is much more interesting than playing with that female noble. War, no matter it is contaminated by blood and engine exhaust smoke, The air, or the hissing breathing of the warrior brothers next to him, made him feel like he was sinking into the warmest and most comfortable embrace.

He had already made up his mind. Obviously, ambition is such a fascinating thing, until his eyes saw something flashing in the distance.

He knows that one. "There are scouts, Space Marines, and the supposedly stubborn Destruction Eagle. I know that red and white armor. I once fought alongside them in Damoxli Bay." He said to the brother next to him. At this moment, a mortal who was advancing suddenly knelt on the ground.

He was defeated by the cold wind. Even a traitor and a lunatic could not ignore the too low temperature in the hive. Moreover, there was nothing but simple underwear under his robe, so that his constant loss of body temperature made it impossible for him to walk.

Onius Plaid said kindly. "Get him some stimulants and let him continue walking. I remember him. In the class I just taught them, this gentleman, I remember, Pross, read the loudest, most loyal, and clear voice, right? ?”

The mortal was flattered, although in the next second his neck was stabbed accurately by a space warrior holding a needle. After the bright red stimulant was injected into it, his expression changed from pain to confusion, and he quickly forgot what he wanted to say. Onius Plaid became nervous and shouted.

"Less! This thing is too exciting for mortals. Damn it, this fragile thing!" He jumped down from the vehicle, so flexible that you can hardly imagine that his huge body can make such an action, even if Not even the Land Raiders on the move could stop him from falling.

He held the mortal's head. In the huge gauntlet, the mortal looked small and exquisite. He asked urgently. "Do you still remember that sentence? Read it to me."

The cultist drowsily spoke a few short, rapid, twisted characters, while Onius Praid listened carefully until the last byte of the disgusting words. He immediately stopped and covered the words with his little finger. Mortal mouth. "Okay, you proved yourself, move on."

He instantly regained his coldness, as if all concern was non-existent, and the red pirate traitor champion who temporarily partnered with him, a warrior wearing a tall steel ring of thorns, couldn't help but grab Lan Lan with one hand. Enter the German raider and ask.

"Brother, what on earth did you use to convince Garland, and why do you care about those stupid mortals."

Onius Praid looked at the looming Imperial Guard battle line in the distance, as well as their target, the heavy elevator leading to the interior of the hive. He licked the corners of his mouth, put on his helmet, and entered He took a battle-ready stance and answered his new brother.

"This is a crazy old record. The source is the family record of a certain sexy nest female governor. It may be traceable to the era of Terra. I am not an archaeologist, but I know of its existence."

"That is a fragmented story, buried in the past of the Corpse Emperor's greed and incompetence, and buried in his pitiful trip that cut off the future of mankind."

The champion couldn't help but say. "What is it, brother, you have led me to be seduced by the Lord of Changes. If you continue to show off, I will not be able to help but dig out the mortal heart and watch it beat to relieve my curiosity."

"Be economical, okay, I'll tell you about that vague past, but only I can use the real treasure." He looked at the curious warrior and spoke in a show-off manner.

"First of all, in the ancient times, when humans had not yet set foot in the starry sky, before the first shell ejector was developed, steel was discovered by humans. In a state similar to the wild world, humans in that era I’m already discovering many secrets of the world.”

"The Eternals headed by the Emperor are still active in worldly affairs as lords of mortal nations. Those things are recorded as the earliest human myths in this world. Psykers, wizards, and demons all exist in this small Taipei. Pull it up."

"It was a wild, chaotic and terrifying era. Many miracles that were rare in the universe appeared on Terra and the human race. At the same time, technology that was as terrifying as psychic energy, speech spirits, also appeared in that ancient era."

"Word spirit?" This powerful champion has lived for at least hundreds of years but has never heard of this thing. Even though he has served the empire for a long time and is now obsessed with the gods, this word sounds abrupt and distant.

And Onius Plaid answered truthfully. "They no longer exist. In the ancient times of mankind, the power of those languages ​​was extremely terrifying. Even useless mortals could produce powerful magic by memorizing those spells and accurate pronunciation. The price was just to use Too much can cause a sore throat or, at best, a numbness.”

"According to the few words I found, there was once a human lord who built the towering Tower of Babel and recorded all the words and spirits recorded by mankind on the tower. In order to distribute the true power to all humans in this world, as long as A word can stir up magic, drive away lightning, bring raindrops, enrich the soil, and push back the ocean.”

the champion asked, frightened. "You are talking nonsense, I know, this world does not have such power!"

Onius Plaid. "Yes, of course not. That's all because of the loyal Corpse Emperor of the Empire. That old and cunning guy was afraid that humans would gain such power, so that humans would no longer gather at his feet, prostrate and worship, and he finally pushed down Ba Don’t miss the tower!”

Suddenly, the air froze, and the champion paused for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. He seemed to have found one of the emperor's few weaknesses, and so did Onius Plaid. They laughed, and they shouted at each other loudly. Singing about the folly of the Emperor, if those ancient words had truly survived to this day, humanity would never be what it is now.

Being bullied by aliens and facing enemies from all sides, those stupid people continued to be loyal to the so-called Corpse Emperor day and night. They laughed heartily because they witnessed the most disgusting person in human history destroying the entire world with his own selfish desires. Civilized funny joke, great joke!

The champion was still a little upset and couldn't help but speak. "What about you finding a piece of words? Can you split the ocean, or can you use thunder? Are you a wizard, or something else?"

Onius Plaid shook his head. "Not counting, my lovely brother, the words I found have been circulating for forty thousand years, and were strictly prohibited by the Corpse Emperor. The noble woman's family paid a lot of money to get this from an immortal. A few stories and a few words, I don't know what the history between that man and the Emperor is, but I am sure that he hates that bastard as much as we do."

"But unfortunately, that spell is seriously incomplete. It has magic power, but the price is heavy. We can't pay it, but it still works."

said the champion. "You make me want to take out a mortal's heart, brother, show it, no matter the cost, I want to witness the ancient miracles, witness the things that the Corpse Emperor fears!" He bared his teeth and claws, blood and anger appeared at the same time, of course he could attack anyone, but Onius Plaid was not afraid, he just looked at the sky and said.

"It's time."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless heavy artillery shells flew out from the huge fortress in the distance. They were far away but accurate. There was no doubt that their coordinates were discovered by the enemy, but they could be said to have marched this way deliberately because this road was the fastest. recent.

But even the Space Marines cannot ignore the bombing. Without the void shield, no life form in this universe can ignore the great power of the earth-shaking cannon. Those things filled with high-explosive projectiles are shot out from the fortress, and Hundreds of cannonballs and dozens of basilisks and geladas made it even more noisy.

Their commander is very powerful. He can predict the enemy's next action point just by relying on coordinates and time that are too far away. Onius Praid couldn't help but think highly of that mortal commander. If He was not prepared for the bombardment to be enough to wipe out their entire army.

At this moment, the rhythmic artillery fell vaguely, and a few shots were like tentative shots, grazing the outside of the queue, and the subsequent bombardment was more accurate, hitting the path of the convoy like a sniper's sniper.

The champion couldn't help but say. "Damn it, do something quickly!"

Onius Praid was not in a hurry, because a mortal in front of him walked to the front of the convoy, and he began to recite thick and complex notes loudly. After a few twisted and disgusting spell words, the tone was huge. The energy suddenly appeared out of thin air, and next, the robe on the mortal body floated without wind.

"Oh my God..." The champion and other battle brothers were stunned. They didn't know that there was such a wizard in the team, but the next second, the mortal suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of blood, spreading on the red pirate's armor. on, making the dark red equipment even more filthy.

The champion couldn't help but curse. "Is this your miracle, the thing that the Corpse Emperor is afraid of?!" He accused the man of wasting his patience and curiosity. Although the story was in his heart, the next second, a heavy artillery shell landed, exactly on the Next to him, heavy soil was lifted up, almost covering him in the soil.

He endured his anger and avoided the mud, but he suddenly found that the intensive artillery fire had avoided the convoy. To be precise, a ball of blood exploded in front of each vehicle. He suddenly understood what kind of spell it was. I also understand why this man is so polite and gentle to mortals, and at the same time, I also understand why there must be dozens of mortals next to the car crew, with bare hands...

He felt disgusted and frightened, but he was convinced that this man would not do this to other brothers. Then, such emotions turned into peace of mind and trust, and he smiled crazily. So did Onius Plaid, who Standing on the roof of the Marauder, watching the intensive artillery fire of the Imperial Guard, became the best opening act of his crazy war.