Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The chain swords collided and rubbed against each other. The violent contact of the single-molecule blades caused the temperature of the contact area to rise to tens of thousands of degrees instantly, turning into countless sparks and the collapse of the blades. Sergeant Destruction Eagle calmly held the Red Pirate Champion A full blow, but he also felt his hands were weak and numb, so he turned from resistance to dodge, like an elegant hummingbird, dodging the enemy's attacks time after time.

At the same time, the Astartes tactical team of the Destruction Eagle used explosive bombs to prevent other Red Corsairs from supporting the battle. There was also a reason why the Holy Duel was not allowed to be interrupted. Those soldiers did not deliberately attack the NCOs of the Destruction Eagle.

This is a primitive and great duel that determines the fate of countless people. At the same time, it is ridiculously simple. It is just two powerful warriors fighting each other. When the champion's blade brushes the armor of the new sergeant of the Destruction Eagle, it falls on the ceramic steel. Listing a conspicuous wound, the slight gap in combat power between them is shown.

The power of the minions of the gods can be imagined. He gave up everything and worshiped absolute violence. Now he has gained strength, far surpassing his previous brothers and compatriots. The pressure he displayed was distressing, and the sergeant had to retreat again and again. The clever attack made him feel the rust-smelling wind stirred up by the sharp chain sword through his helmet.

He raised his bolt pistol and fired it in the middle of his busy schedule. It barely penetrated his armor and was weakly embedded in his body. An attack that was enough to crush human bones and flesh, but at close range, it could only stop the monster for a moment. Not enough, but it was enough. The sergeant relied on this moment to quickly distance himself.

He kept breathing to regain his strength. He had never encountered such a terrifying enemy during the internal training of the battle group. Even though he usually trained with the former Master Chief and now the Champion Think Tank, he also experienced the experience on Loander. In the Heretic War, it is difficult to keep up with this traitor.

"What's wrong, guys from Ghost Peak, are all the rumors about your bravery and proficiency in battle groundless?" He raised his chainsword and assaulted his backpack, pushing it forward time and time again, beating the noncommissioned officers closer and closer to the mortal battle line.

The sergeant kept parrying, and the monomolecular blade on the chain sword had been completely curled up, greatly reducing its power. However, the enemy relied on his own strange strength and the assistance of the assault backpack to launch powerful and heavy attacks every time.

However, he was not beaten unilaterally. On the contrary, he was waiting for the limited fuel in the enemy's backpack to be exhausted. When the champion had to fall to the ground, he realized that his attack had not caused many wounds to the young Astartes. .

And his chain sword was completely curled up, so he had to pull out a tactical dagger instead, and he had to praise him. "Calm, stamina, patience and skills are also good. Being a chess piece of the Corpse Emperor is such a waste."

The young sergeant of the Destruction Eagle replied. "Having experienced hundreds of battles and possessing superior skills, it is a real waste for a warrior like you to work hard for those so-called gods. Those hateful evil gods have never cared about human souls and existence, and you are just obsessed with it."

The two were tit-for-tat with each other on their own sides, but secretly controlled their armor to inject many super-standard stimulants to increase their physical strength. This was not training, but a life-and-death struggle, in which morphine, synthetic dopamine, and some drugs that enhanced regenerative abilities were used. After injecting the veins one by one, the sergeant felt his eyes blurred for a while, followed by endless power.

The two were torn together again, relying entirely on speed, strength, and skill, like wild beasts piercing each other's tusked daggers into the enemy's body. The smell of blood began to permeate the duel field, and at the same time, their subordinates were also engaged in a fierce battle.

The Red Pirate flew up and down in the blasts to avoid the projectiles, while the Destruction Eagle fired alternately more rapidly. The dense trajectory caused the Red Pirate warrior to be hit several times, but it was not fatal.

The members of the Destruction Eagle communicate with each other using communicators, and their actions are so unified that it makes people wonder if they are clones, but there is no doubt that they are all transformed by the most elite natural people in the empire.

The unity of the loyal Space Marines is far better than that of the traitor Space Marines who work in separate ways. They rely on the tactical movements of the three to successfully evade the enemy attacks that dive one after another. On the contrary, although there are four warriors of the Red Corsairs, they suffer more and more wounds on their bodies.

The Space Marines who wanted to go down from the Land Raider to support them had to fear the firepower of the three heavy Lemanus that suppressed them, and the battlefield fell into a stalemate for an instant.

The Red Pirates are indeed more powerful in terms of top combat effectiveness, but the war needs to achieve strategic goals, rather than a unilateral comparison of forces. If they cannot destroy the Lemanus tank, their front will be just false.

At this point, the Red Pirate Champion fought more and more urgently, and his physical strength gradually dissipated faster and more violently. On the contrary, the young sergeant of the Destruction Eagle fought steadily, relying on the Imperial Guard as a back-up and delaying the main tactical goal, and slowly accumulated an advantage.

Ironically, the Red Pirate Champion, who had more experience and strength, was worried about his comrades, and was forced to disrupt the rhythm of the battle. He gradually became weak in the melee battle with daggers, and the young sergeant spotted the opportunity. He kicked him away and rolled down the slope. At the same time, the dagger got stuck in the gap of his helmet and pried open his "head".

The bright red war helmet with long decorations fell as the champion fell to the ground. This powerful warrior revealed his severely mutated and disgusting face, which looked very much like the mouthparts of scavengers called crabs on Terra. On his mouth, the hairless head and the skin riddled with holes were disgusting and disgusting.

This is why the Red Pirates resent Alan Bair. If this man hadn't forced them to forcibly jump to subspace, they wouldn't have received so much contamination in a short period of time, making their gene seeds almost unusable.

Even for a renegade space warrior like the Red Corsair, mutation is still a shame that proves his weakness. In other words, it is because of Alan Bair that this warrior lost the value of gene seed recovery, that is, it turned a real man into a Although this metaphor is not appropriate, the shame and anger will surround him throughout his life.

He held his cheek and made a pitiful sound, while the young sergeant walked up to the champion, picked up his human leather tactical dagger, and prepared to end the poor man's life.

"Death is coming from the sky!" He burst out with the iconic Space Marine war cry. Just as Onius Praid expected, the brother he loved so much was going to die here, far away on the battlefield bombed by the Imperial Guard. , the evil commander suddenly felt a sting in his heart. He couldn't help but increase the intensity of his prayers, and a word came from the darkest and most vicious abyss.

Those were not human words, nor did he recognize any race, alien, or ancient language. He believed that his erudition and proficiency were comparable to the greatest scholars in the empire, and he immediately realized that the great scholars at that time Gods, the embodiment of the four most basic desires.

He immediately recited piety silently, for... friendship? Brotherhood? His own hegemony? He couldn't tell, and it didn't matter to him. He just followed his own will and acted according to his own ideas. That was the reason why he betrayed the empire.

He breaks taboos, is greedy, chases desires, Slaanesh, loves war, and kills. Except for the Unchangeable Lord of Plague, all three of them may favor him, but when he saw that one from the depths of his consciousness, he couldn't help but , completed as the expansion of male desire.

The next moment, the dagger in the young sergeant's hand was bounced away by an inexplicable violent sound wave. He felt that his body was weak. The palm that was enough to strangle a bull ant could not hold a dagger at the moment?

He realized something had changed, but the next second, a bomb accurately hit his chest. The armor continued to inject painkillers and stimulants to maintain his physical activity, and he looked at the loser with a bitter smile.

"It turns out that the survivor of Badab was just a despicable person..." He clutched his chest and gradually weakened. This was definitely not fatal to the Space Marines, but in front of him was an absolute beast.

The champion just glanced at the distant battle line, picked up his helmet, put it on, picked up his dagger, and answered indifferently. "I also want to die with dignity, but I have responsibilities that I have to fulfill. Now my life belongs to a brother, not myself. You just killed me. I recognize your power."

"Young man, I will sacrifice your soul and skull to the Lord of the Throne, not to the stupid Corpse Emperor."

The sergeant pulled out the armor fragments from his chest as a weapon, and the blood moistened the white ceramic fragments. A thick black carapace was exposed on his chest, and he answered the man. "I deny your Lord."

The two people fought again, with the smell of blood and the roar of fighting, more savage and crazier than the last time. The fight between trapped beasts is so cruel, not to mention the battle between space warriors. The countless desire for survival drives the two people, Endless responsibilities bind the two of them.

At the same time, the Brigadier helplessly watched the death duel between these supermen. It had nothing to do with him. He was a mortal, unable to enter the sacred duel, and had no ability. No matter who entered that circle, the best outcome would be a broken spine. It was drawn out and used as a whip.

He has seen Superman fight, and he has also seen what happens when an ignorant person interferes with this duel. He almost suffocated, and could only let tens of thousands of people witness the fight between the two demigods, watching them punch and stab each other. Crazy fighting.

About three hours later, it was over. The exhausted sergeant saw the opportunity and was knocked to the edge of the slope. His lower body was pressed against the soft soil, and the left and right sides of his chest were suspended in the air. His body was stepped on by the feet of the Red Pirate Champion. The man looked like a victor. He is like that, aloof.

But at this moment, several Astra Militarum veterans couldn't stand it anymore. They fired their laser guns, but they couldn't even scorch the outer coating of the traitorous Space Marine...

The Brigadier immediately called for a ceasefire, because firing in this case would damage their relationship with the Eagles of Destruction. No matter what the outcome, the duel could not be ruined, and if their shots hit the Sergeant Astartes of the Eagles of Destruction, , this regiment will bear the infamy of killing the Astartes and will never be able to stand up...

At this moment, he was extremely envious of the Fourth Skadi Regiment. Those soldiers not only had ancient weapons that could defeat the Space Marines, but also had Lord Skadi as their backing. They would not be afraid in any case, but could fight without restraint.

On the battlefield, Sergeant Astartes Destruction Eagle looked at the warriors in front of him as he lay dying. "I lost, but I have a request. I defeated you. There is a problem with the victory this time, so after you complete the strategic goal, you must let the mortals here go..."

The Red Pirate Champion asked in surprise. "Mortal? You are about to die! Do you care about this group of mortals? You still have at least a thousand years to live. There will not be a single mortal here who is older than 500 years old! And your last words are? You want these mortals to be safe and sound. ?”

The sergeant nodded.

"I have no obligation, you are already dying, you are already dead, you are already..." The champion was a little incoherent. He had never thought of such last words. He guessed that this person might have many great words that could even change the situation. He Thinking about this young man turning defeat into victory, letting his ignominious victory turn into his death...

He never thought that this powerful Astartes wanted to intercede for mortals in the end, but he would kill these people no matter what, and it would only be a few days too late for him to do so now!

But the sergeant replied. "You will agree because you are a warrior. It has nothing to do with whether you are a heretic or not. You are a warrior, a warrior like the Eagle of Destruction. You cheated in the duel. If you don't want to be unable to sleep peacefully in this life, then let them go. Those Something worthless in your eyes.”

The champion hesitated, then he raised his blade and shouted. "I, the leader of the red pirate champions, I, the most powerful champion of Khorne, I, the warrior who will fulfill the great dream of a lord, I, K'kaza Karak (meaning fortress, war fortress), with the brass throne Swear, give the mortal army thirty standard Terra minutes to retreat after removing the head of the warrior in front of you! Otherwise, the soul will disappear forever!"

In an instant, this artificial world without clouds suddenly exploded with lightning and thunder, and dark clouds covered it. His words set off a reaction in the subspace, which represented the approval of his master. At the same time, the destruction of the soul represented the most terrifying curse in the world. The dead can Going to subspace to find your own God is the last mercy in this world and the beginning of all curses. His words represent that he takes this mercy as the bottom line and fulfills this promise!

Next, he inserted the blade, and blood flew up. He raised the young man's red helmeted head, and the blood continued to drip down, moistening the champion's helmet, and fell on the eyes of his helmet, making him look like he was crying. …

Then he shouted hoarsely. "Did you hear that? Mortals! Get out, ten minutes! There is no room for anything, get out!" The thunder continued, and the Imperial Guard began to retreat as fast as possible. No one dared to stay, including the three Destruction Heroes who followed the sergeants. Eagle Warriors, they were also indulged by this champion.

When the Imperial Guard left his sight, the thunder in the sky dissipated, and the champion began to pick up a scattered wooden board on the ground, and used the dagger that killed the warrior to make his own tombstone, with his head inserted on it...