Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The pace of the Red Corsairs was like a crushing nightmare. The tracks of heavy tanks flattened the bumpy land full of bomb craters. The corpses of dead Imperial Guard soldiers were filled disorderly in the trenches. The ground was full of broken flesh and discarded flesh. Weapons and armor, traces of death and the smell of blood fill the high-quality air of the upper nest, and are finally absorbed by the air circulation system and liquid circulation system that work all the time.

The flesh and blood of the bones return to the soil, but there are no plants to consume those nutrients. This soil will turn into a complete place of death. In the future, only those who come to mourn the unknown soldiers and sacrificed people will kindly offer prayers and begging for them. Their souls are among the best among the thousands of followers of the Emperor.

If there is anything different about this place of death, it is that in the central area of ​​the trench, five lonely heads are hung on the edge of the trench by wooden thorns, like a clumsy altar, and a partially damaged armor outlines an approximate eight-pointed star.

The long Land Raider tracks on the ground express the traitorous Space Marines. The time it took their villains to break through this line of defense was beyond imagination, less than five hours.

Now there is only death, silence, and blood left in this soil. One legion of the Empire's loyalists has been wiped out, and half of the artillery regiment, with a total strength of more than 20,000 people, has now turned into the dust of death, but there is no Attacking a single hair on the Space Marines only consumed most of the mortal servants, and those cheap things were worth more than water to the Traitor Space Marines.

Those consumables will be replenished soon, but it still takes some time, but the Imperial Guard's heavy firepower has been exhausted. Before the deployment and officer dispatch are re-completed, the heavy artillery prelude will no longer exist.

Hundreds of heavy tanks walked through the soil, and the soft and moist soil could not hinder their path. The next ten kilometers could be covered in less than half an hour, and then another bloody massacre awaited them, enjoying it all.

Onius Praid was looking forward to those battle lines. He had long heard about the bravery and power of the Skadi people, from their strategy of defeating the red pirates in the forest world to subduing the entire star sector in the void, and he had seen too many pretentious Extraordinary lords, especially mortal lords, but Skadi, and Alan Bair, made him excited, and wanted to conquer women, trampling those honors under his feet.

He is now a powerful war commander and the vanguard of the Red Corsairs. He has also mastered many secrets, and he believes that he will become a dark lord in the future, truly mastering thousands of Astartes and conquering an area.

To this end, he traveled thousands of light years and spent several years. Now all he needed to achieve his grand plan was ten kilometers, ten kilometers of soft soil, ten kilometers of bloody war. At this point, he seemed to feel the peak of foreplay, His heart beat faster and dopamine was constantly flowing, which caused many of his hearts to surge. He licked the corners of his mouth, as if what was in front of him was not a battlefield, but an extremely beautiful woman.

And his brother also felt his emotions, the Red Pirate Champion walking beside the vehicle couldn't help but ask. "What, you still want to enjoy women?" Although they are not real brothers, their close combat and belief in the gods have given them a weak emotional resonance with each other.

The social life of the Astartes is not just silent and emotionless as seen by mortals. They are designed by the Emperor to allow those warriors to clearly feel what their battle brothers are thinking and feeling through their armor.

Onius Plaid explained his thoughts and great plan in a leisurely manner. The champion listened with great interest. He is also a warrior with a passion in his heart. If his, this man's great plan is feasible, he I also know many brothers who are dissatisfied with Huron.

Even though the Black-Hearted King is powerful, great, smart and charming, during this period he was exhausted due to the pressure from the Skadi people, and even sold his soul to the gods. What this champion had appreciated before was that the Black-Hearted King regarded the Astartes as peace and harmony. All gods are on the same level, and this act of being an equal is a powerful act.

But under the influence of his ears and eyes again and again, when he believed in Khorne and gained strength, such behavior became ridiculous. Now he sells his soul and grovels like the gods, but he is unwilling to admit that he serves that god. It is ambiguous. It was unbearable, he had long thought it was boring, but now that Onius Plaid was ambitious and more capable, he wanted to do it again, and a good bird would choose a tree to roost in.

It's just that he didn't say how shaken he was. The matter wasn't really over yet, it was just the beginning. They still had a long time to prepare, and they still had a long life to squander. The gods and the emperor were gifted to them at the same time, this powerful body. The body is enough for them to enjoy in this life without exhaustion.

They only have a few days left at this moment to use iron hooves to conquer this world, this void platform made of steel, this valuable core of the empire. After that, they will take the rewards of the Red Pirates and fly far away to achieve their own ambitions.

The emotions of the two communicated with each other, but they had already understood each other. Battle brothers were like this. Although they were not blood relatives, they were much better than blood relatives. When they acquiesced to each other, the champion pulled out his favorite tactical dagger from his waist, and The words are delicately carved on it with the tip of a knife, like a meticulous machine.

It was an ancient language that only people inside the Maelstrom understood. It was written in a style different from Gothic. It was born out of the time when the Eldar ruled humanity in that area, before the Emperor appeared, and after humanity was destroyed by the Iron Man. The gray age of slavery.

It means. 【I am willing to be a shield】

He handed over the weapon he carried with him. As a space warrior, promising such words meant that he was willing to bend. However, he pressed the words with iron filings, pressed them to a solid state with superhuman strength, and poured wet water on them. The excess starch serves as a binder, making this sentence invisible.

"Brother, you'll need this later."

Onius Plaid said. "I have no shortage of blades."

replied the champion. "It's not a knife, it's a shield."

Onius Plaid replied. "If this is not humorous, then I must accept it, and it will protect me, right?"

The champion spoke. "inevitable."

The two of them made a tacit understanding and continued to move forward, and the Empire was also ready. In a very short time, the 113th Armored Regiment of Falaksia and the 1st Pangia Armored Regiment were already on a hillside that had a raised hillside due to the former buildings. place to wait.

Two hundred armored arrays composed of Lemanus tanks, Chimera armored vehicles, Salamander tanks, and Rogal Dorn tanks relied on slopes to attack from top to bottom. Dozens of Lemanus and Rogal Dorn tanks, two The main medium and heavy tanks given the name of the original body are separated by their weight. Rogal Dorn is responsible for absorbing damage with thick armor, and Lemanus, equipped with the Crusher cannon, deals heavy damage.

As for the Rogal Dorn tank, this behemoth-like armored vehicle has a huge muzzle that is very suitable for crushing the enemy's defense lines and fixed positions. The thick armor requires deep penetration to penetrate the core. It is also the Rogal Dorn tank. The Gedorn Tank's heavy armor gave it a defensive power worthy of the Primarch's name.

Those heavy giants fired at the flanks of the advancing legions from high places. The huge cannons of Lemanus the Crusher and Rogal Dorn tanks turned into the fury of earth-shaking cannons and penetrated the flanks of the Land Raiders. The tank burst into flames uncontrollably, and dozens of space warriors immediately jumped out of the cockpit and vehicle windows. The crimson tank galloped out of control to the right, stopping several companion vehicles and hitting several others. The Space Marine finally stopped reluctantly.

The Imperial Guard's preemptive strike is very effective and the second shot is faster than most people imagine. These two well-trained armored regiments have a tacit understanding like brothers. Chimera armored vehicles also continue to transport supplies and infantry to provide them with Manpower and material resources, and even crudely crafted defenses in front of those tanks.

The Space Marines hit this time were caught off guard. Even Onius Praid did not expect that the Imperial Guards could ignore the heavy losses on the front line so quickly. At the same time, they quickly prepared armored units to flank them on the hillside.

When the second salvo came, the intense firepower of the Crusher cannon was able to overturn light vehicles with just the aftermath. The Space Marines were even more stunned by the explosion. At the same time, Rogal Dorn's Suppressor heavy cannon was far more powerful than the Stars. The warrior expected that even the thickest Land Raider could be penetrated from the front in an instant.

And they maintained a considerable distance between them, so that the infantry could not rely on assault backpacks or melta weapons for assistance. Even the Space Marines could only witness this chaotic war. However, a small number of Space Marines wearing anti-tank missiles raised their weapons. , their range is adequate and their accuracy is decent.

After a whooshing sound, several missiles flew over the dust. After hitting the outer armor of the Rogdorn tank, there was no news. Although this heavy tank is slower than Lemanus, the result is The powerful armor, coupled with the defense of the engineering troops protecting its flanks, makes it difficult for even the Space Marines' armor-piercing missiles to penetrate enough to destroy it.

At this moment, the Space Marines could only endure the artillery fire. Before the mortal supplies had arrived, they made the mistake of advancing rashly. The distance of only ten kilometers now became an overwhelming chasm in the torrent of steel from the Emperor.

Onius Plaid shouted angrily. "Where's the scimitar?"

The crew who could still answer could only report their coordinates to appease the commander's anger, but their answers only angered the soldier because the Scimitar overweight tank they relied on most was unable to turn quickly due to the muddy soil. , come closer to the war zone.

If this continues, their troops will suffer heavy losses, and the Marauder tank's counterattack will have little effect because Rogal Dorn's flanks are covered by adamantium-cast bunkers, except for a lucky hit inside the barrel to ignite the ammunition, or Breaking into the observation window resulted in the death of the crew. They had no way to more effectively destroy the enemy's engine.

Those steel machine spirits blocked them with cannonballs, which made Onius Plaid irritable. But there was no way to solve this problem. Those tanks that were connected together like walls were formed from top to bottom on the side of the slope. The shooting surface was clear, and the firepower was so powerful that the Space Marines could only dodge and run away.

With the side armor tightly protected and being shot from above, the powerful armored units of the Space Marines could only endure. The reason they could persist for so long was because of the powerful armor of the Marauder tanks and the exaggeration of the Space Marines. morale.

But if this continues, their ambitions will probably stop here until Onius Plaid hears the champion's voice.

"Brother, let me bring a few elite teams with assault backpacks and a Marauder. We can break through the hillside, occupy that area, use melta bombs to melt those obstructing projects, and eliminate a few tanks to prepare for the Scimitar. The arrival of the super heavy tanks is timed."

Onius Plaid couldn't help but ask. "You want to give orders in a crisis? Those Imperial Guards are well prepared. I believe the number of their guards will not be too bad. They also have Hydra anti-aircraft tanks that protect the firepower of heavy tanks as anti-infantry equipment. This time there is no chance of disaster!"

replied the champion. "But as a warrior, you should survive like this. You and I are the same kind of people, but what you want is not to charge into battle, but the essence of the beautiful existence of the battlefield, killing and madness."

"I believe in the skull and the throne. For that person and my own desires, those black holes that cannot be filled, the madness that continues to expand in the void in my heart, I will not stop here."

"Praise the gods, I have abandoned my trust in the Corpse Emperor. At this point, I am no longer afraid of death. Even if my corpse dies, as long as the real universe is torn apart in the subspace one day, I will die with my immortal body. Come back, that is my Lord’s promise to me, the dream of eternal war.”

"So, brother, I never wake up, now I'm not alive, and I'm not dead when I'm dead, everything the gods have given me makes me despise those things, and you just have to remember that when your grand plan is complete, Show me my dagger to whoever you think is brave, and you will get a shield.”

The twisted friendship between these two brothers is disgusting, but the irony is that chaos cannot represent ruthlessness. When Onius Praid acquiesced in this matter, he let the champion call out his favorite warrior, just as he said , Victory will leave him with great honor in his long career, but failure will only return to his master, and his soul will continue to fight.

Onius Plaid even envied him a little. He was jealous of the gods and even feared them, but he had never seen anyone so pure that he was moved and envied.

He looked at the roaring cannons in the distance, the roar of the Imperial Guards, the Emperor's obstruction, and this cold, dark hive, all man-made things, and felt filled with hardship and hardship. He enjoyed everything and wanted to seize it. After all, now he feels that what he needs is not any great achievements, but a...faith like when he admired the original body and the corpse emperor when he was in the battle group.

He suddenly lowered his head and prayed to the gods who were paying attention to him, hoping that the man who enlightened him would come back, and then tell him how many wonderful secrets in this world have not yet been opened.

And in the void, in the underworld, in the subspace, in the supreme sky, the gods who need believers see the value in his huge desires, in that place where men and women are indistinguishable, sensual and sensual.

The eyes of an ancient and young cosmic god faintly glanced at that stupid and romantic man. Astartes, how small he looked at this moment, Onius Prayed, an arrogant man, He looks so pious at this moment.

The funny thing is, loyalty, expulsion, confusion, recognition again, going round and round, Onius Plaid has reached his starting point again.