Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

After receiving confirmation from the mortal lord, Gunnar Red Moon showed unusual pessimism, but that emotion was fleeting because such things are repeated every moment in this cruel universe, which makes people An uneasy, constant cycle of those cruel fates.

He summoned a unique lone wolf, a lone person among the Space Wolves without the concept of replenishing or merging organizations. His former team was completely lost due to the battle, and he was the only one left in the end. Alone.

Although the experiences of each lone wolf are very different, each of them is a person with rich experience, unique personality and extraordinary destiny, and the old wolf who has arrived now named Barnard St. Pete is one of them. Outstanding.

He has no eyes, to be precise, they are two terrifying holes. He holds several savage beasts in his hands. Those monsters are giant wolves, a specialty of Fenrien, with long and beautiful manes and silver hair. The luster, the hungry mouth, and the resemblance to the creatures on Terra called wolves.

The sound produced by the clattering characteristic chains being pulled by the wolf was a unique sound wave compounded with ultrasonic waves. It returned in the room, allowing him to feel the specific scenes around him like a bat.

There was nothing in the strong sound waves that could hinder his perception. At the same time, losing his eyes prevented him from being bewitched by many witchcrafts. The Astartes' own psychic resistance still helped him gain a considerable degree of spiritual energy. Psychic resistance.

In other words, he is a natural killer, but such an ability is not a good memory. Before he got these two empty holes, his eyes were the best.

He once served as a scout, in a team of new recruits responsible for protecting a vibrant garden world from being invaded by disgusting alien bugs. At that time, the Tyranids' tentacles touched the edge of the Empire, and the Space Wolves were responsible for helping the Blood Angels carry out their mission. defense.

But in this battle, his comrades were torn to pieces by countless samurai bugs, and his eyes were completely destroyed by the corrosiveness of the body fluids of those disgusting bugs. That time his body was crushed under the samurai, but he still He used a tactical knife to tear open the monster's chitinous exoskeleton, letting the blood slide from his cheeks.

The artificial skin made him look the same as before, but his eyes were completely rotten and turned into thick juice and completely flowed out. Even the best genetic sage in the empire was unable to save himself, but he still couldn't retire, and he didn't want to. In his final days, In the days when he was young and most powerful, he lost his greatest strength. He became no longer strong, his sword skills were no longer sharp, and his observation was no longer sensitive. The most powerful space warrior in the world suddenly became nothing.

This is a desperate situation, because he has not yet joined Dalian and is only active as a scout. Although he has done a great job in delaying the Zerg advance troops, why would Dalian want a blind man?

Later, some people even suggested that he should be allowed to quit the Space Wolves early, but now the former Gunnar Red Moon came, and he gave the young man a period of time, a crucial period of time, to let him get used to his ears and nose. , making him the most sensitive lone wolf among the entire Space Wolves.

So far, he doesn't like to team up with others. The strong body odor and violent temper of the Fenriens will hinder his senses. At the same time, he also has friends who can replace his comrades, several tall Fenrien beasts, and his guide dogs.

Now his eyes are still stinging. Only the death of the enemy of the empire can make him feel the phantom pain dissipate. Only when he hears the sound of shotgun blasts tearing apart the enemy's body can he feel comfortable and stable. He is not used to a team. Cooperate, but he is also the most dangerous warrior and the most dangerous lone wolf in the entire Scarlet Moon Dalian Company.

He has that kind of dangerous aura around him, like a hungry beast. The only reason why he is still in Dalian is just to repay his kindness. He is different from his brothers. Brotherhood and the great honor of Russ have nothing to do with him. The responsibility and continuation of Dalian It is worthless to him. He only needs to kill the enemies of the empire and help Gunnar Red Moon, no matter who is carrying this name at the moment.

He got down on one knee. "Gunnar. Why did Red Moon call me here, great wolf lord."

Gunnar Hongyue spoke. "As a senior veteran, you should know many secrets, and I communicated with the local Imperial Guard and got a message that Dan was resurrected."

The old lone wolf nodded. He had seen countless terrifying sights, and Barnard was naturally not afraid. His ears could find those things, and his nose could taste their scents. "So, what do you need me to do, Gunnar Red Moon?"

Gunnar Hongyue replied. "Barnard, help the Imperial Guard, those mortals, against those ferocious aliens. Only you have such talent and ability, my brother."

Barnard nodded without hesitation. It was enough for him to know the mission and the process. Even if he knew how terrible Jean Dan was, he didn't care. He was already going to die, but the emperor spared his life. Now, He wanted to rush to hell, as usual, to see his brother who he couldn't remember the appearance of hundreds of years ago.

He boarded the Thunderhawk, the howl of the engines and the sonic boom of their deceleration as they descended from secondary orbit to the surface, and he could feel the bright, burning flames passing through some unclear membrane, as the intelligence he received If there is no error, then he has arrived inside Njili.

The Thunderhawk fighter jet rushed in, and the smoke missiles detached from its wings and exploded in mid-air, turning into smoke and floating fragments that interfered with enemy missiles. At the same time, the other Thunder gunships that descended with him were bombing Heretical architecture underground.

Now he checked his weapons with the precision of a century of experience, took a deep breath, uttered a silent prayer to the Emperor, and waited.

A moment later, something exploded. He could feel that the fighter plane on his right was hit by an enemy missile, and then the fragments passed through the cabin and just scratched his cheek. However, compared to the pain he had experienced, such a wound was not Worth mentioning.

That's it, he knew everything clearly, including that his native heart was beating steadily, his body had begun to heal the small wounds opened by the fragments, and the explosion made his partners, the Fenrir wolves, even more excited, and he Feel their urges.

At the same time, he could feel a wound on his face healing. His senses, which were far sharper than those of a human, allowed information from the surrounding battlefield to flow steadily into his body.

He could smell the sickening odor of his battle-brothers nearby, a mixture of hard crockery, grease, Fenrisian body odor, and an unmistakable hint that they weren't quite human... …

Not only that, he could also smell the faint smell of anger, pain, and the hormones of precisely controlled fear. His ears also felt the sound of fighter planes flying away from the battle line. He picked up his bolt shotgun and looked forward to it. , to hunt the ancient haze.

At the same time, several gunboats belonging to the Destruction Eagle landed on the Imperial Guard's front line. After cleaning up the remaining red pirates, they chose to return to their guard area. At this moment, the Master Chief was connected to the mechanical arm by the priest. After taking a few stimulants, the war begins again.

He jumped off his fighter plane, and the heavy ceramite armor and his weight set off a hurricane on the artificial gravity. In front of the battle line, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard saluted in unison.

Lieutenant Skadi and the brigadier general who previously commanded here came to greet the triumphant hero. At the same time, the officers who had just recovered from a serious illness were commanding the Imperial Guard to prepare for a counterattack. At this moment, Thunderhawk's plasma engine provided downward propulsion to land safely. The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle asked.

"What's the situation with those red pirates? Why was the gate breached so quickly?" The stones behind him shook, and fine stones fell on his armor with a rattling sound. He understood who was using what kind of heavy-duty weapon. The thing hit the Imperial Guard bunker behind him.

Maybe it was a rocket, or a very heavy bomb, but that didn't matter. His long experience told him that reinforced concrete could hold up, and he asked more urgently. "In the end what happened?"

Next, the second lieutenant took out a report about Jean Dan and began to dictate the contents himself. "We have been invaded by an alien species. At present, they are preparing to completely control this area and compete with us and the Red Pirates for the front line."

The Master Chief sorted out the intelligence at a glance and realized the seriousness of the situation. He had seen from the gunship that the Imperial Guard's defense line was shrinking. Those monsters possessed the traitor Astartes and made up for their weak teamwork ability. , and at the same time absorbed the combat experience of those warriors, becoming a perfect warrior in every aspect.

"Damn, those aliens." He looked at the battlefield, and the complicated situation above made him feel trouble, trouble that he had not seen for a long time.

Those that let Dan will not die because the host dies. On the contrary, their extremely small size allows them to successfully lurk, crawl into the fresh bodies of other dead creatures on the battlefield to control them, and let Dan deliberately let the soldiers change to small-caliber weapons. To ensure that the body of the killed prey is as complete as possible without affecting the body performance.

At this moment, like a biological crisis, a terrifying legion composed of Imperial Guard soldiers, red pirates, pdf, with gloomy faces, silent words, and uniform tactics and plans is advancing. If it weren't for the relay Nordliu in charge of command, Most of the human brains have been destroyed, otherwise the most terrifying legion would be born at this moment.

"All brothers, listen to the order. We are responsible for the frontal defense. If you see your brother suddenly die and then get up and attack you, fire immediately. He is controlled by the alien!" the Master Chief shouted, and the Space Marines also joined the front line.

It had been about one minute of standard Terran time since he issued the order to the other brothers. A large number of Space Marines had already stepped into the battle line, and then there was about ten seconds of aiming time. This time was completely enough for all his troops to get into position.

At this time, it is completely impossible for the heretics to destroy his bunker unless they bring in much more firepower than they currently have.

Obviously, the enemy commander also had the same idea. The Master Chief could now hear the huge sound of tracks approaching, and he knew it must come from the enemy's vehicle.

Those things were crushing the battle line. The sergeant took out a melta bomb from his belt. He followed several brothers forward and asked them through the communicator to prepare anti-vehicle projectiles.

They hid behind a complex bunker, and the long barrel appeared. After a while, the entire tank appeared in view. It was an Imperial standard tank, but the original neat Imperial pdf and the Planetary Guard's paint were roughly spray-painted. Blood red, a simple octagonal chaos symbol painted in yellow on the side.

This was something belonging to the Red Pirates Mortal Auxiliary Legion. He was mostly relieved, and activated the melta bomb at the same time and threw it out. The other brothers also took action at the same time. After a moment, flames appeared in the sky, and a war engine was completely destroyed.

But this was still not enough for them to completely reverse the situation of the war. Instead, such actions made several Astartes controlled by Jean Dan pay attention to this place. The moment the noise of the jetpack appeared, the Master Chief immediately raised his weapon.

After a burst of shooting, one or two red pirates staggered and fell into the air, but more landed. None of them had helmets, their faces were firm, and their skin was as pale as a corpse. They could be said to be very healthy.

There were 20 enemies falling next to their team one after another. The Master Chief was not worried about whether he could break out of the encirclement, but his comrades might not be able to get out.

However, he still raised the Falcon Sword. This killing power sword poured out a terrifying cold light. They successfully protected the front from being breached. Now they only need to protect themselves.

Soon the enemies charged, probably to get their bodies. The enemies chose hand-to-hand combat. The Master Chief immediately drew his sword and struck. The flaming blade instantly cut off a soldier's head, but the man did not fall, but continued. Fight him.

The situation of others is similar. At first, the worms were not very interested in the dead people they possessed, because many of them were hit in the core area and died. The heart, brain, or large-scale fragmentation, it was the worms that replaced the organs and allowed them to move. , so in comparison, the Master Chiefs, who are healthier and more capable of utilizing the terrible abilities of the Space Marines, are simply the difference between sweet fruit and rot.

At this moment, the Master Chief realized that he might not be able to take away all the brothers, and they would even turn against each other later. He was prepared to at least let those brothers be controlled in a bad fighting state. He took out his bolter and turned it on himself. The heart of my comrades...

But the next moment, the buzzing sound of the plasma engine pierced the sky. It was a Thunder Eagle that he did not recognize. It was decorated with two long fangs. He subconsciously thought of the name of the founding battle group, and the next moment, a The warrior descended from the sky with several giant wolves.

He had no pupils, or to be precise, no eyeballs. The pitch-black void seemed to be able to make people blush, and it looked extremely terrifying.

But he picked up a special shotgun shell, easily dodged the enemy's attack, and fired the projectiles. The next moment, huge pressure was attached to the hit body. With a pop, the Master Chief was sure that those The worm and the body were "dead" again.