Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

In the upper nest of the three-party war at Engili Spaceport, this land that was ravaged by the war once had tall manors and birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Although it was not considered justice or kindness, but only from the perspective of the empire, those nobles were just like their ancestors as promised. Maintaining the huge deep space port like that is not evil, it is just seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, choosing to obey Bandertal's rule.

But now it seems that their biggest mistake was not to die when Bandetar arrived. They have still enjoyed decades of illusory life out of thin air. In the end, they were called traitors, and then were killed by Rune Warriors or Imperial Guards, or The psychic wizard, or the Guard Corps, or the Inquisition were silenced.

In the past, the most important thing they valued was dignity, but now the ruins of the manor buried under the moist soil were the expression of their family's dignity. Compared with its value, compared with the rotten soil, it was not as good as that.

It can be said that their names were already doomed when Bandertal struck the gongs and drums of the war. It was just a matter of dying with honor or dying with shame. They all performed their duties conscientiously. There is no doubt about this, but they were compared to those People who die for the Empire are no longer honorable unless they also have a son who serves as a heroic captain in the Empire and returns home in glory. It happens that this child also has an inexplicable complicated relationship with the winner of this war.

But in the end, the war still destroyed everything. Although this statement is a bit of a historical nihility concept, in fact, they all just died, turned into souls, dust, and had nothing. When about a year later in standard Terra time, the heretics set foot here again. , they have gone with the wind.

This place is destined to be a chaotic place. Now its owners are the Red Corsairs and the Imperial Guard, and this pattern is about to change again. In less than a year, it is too fast for the long and cold universe. It is simply fleeting. It is too fast for a powerless mortal, but only one tenth of his conscious life.

War broke out again. Above the fortress that Garland believed to be invincible, Thunderhawk bombings passed through the unprotected fortress. The military shoes tied with ropes in the fortress were blown around and around, and finally the Completely trapped on the rope.

And its owner is a mortal cultist who is firing from an anti-aircraft gun nearby. This group that has been demonized by the empire for many years still maintains the tradition of their hometown. They hang the shoes on the rope in mid-air and let the shoes take the punishment on their behalf, which makes him The disaster is eliminated.

But this custom seemed to have little effect. When an aerial bomb turned into a flash of light from the Thunderhawk's muzzle, it hit his feet. It was like nails being driven into the ground by a hammer, embedded in the red metal that resembled fine gold. in.

At this point, he could still carefully see the beautiful structure and beautiful tail of the aerial bomb, and this scene became his last memory after a burst of strong light.

However, the death of a mortal has nothing to do with Gared. He has already left the camp. He rode a heavy motorcycle and left the area under the protection of his adjutant and personal guards. He left when the first wave of wild wolf attacks came, because It was clear to them that this camp, devoid of Space Marines, could not stand any chance against one of the most powerful founding Chapters in the galaxy.

He did not believe in mortals, and at the same time he also deceived mortals. He said to his servants, please hold on until death. As the commander, he asked him to see that the ammunition here was empty and the blood here flowed into a river, no matter whether they could or not If they capture any beast, the gods will favor them.

But the reality is that he left the camp after he finished speaking. He dug out a tunnel early and activated a timed corrosive gas bomb. The kind of thing that can melt the outer layer of ceramite and joints of Space Marine armor. A weak gap is created, allowing poisonous gas to enter through it.

He expected those things to hinder the pace of the Space Wolves. Even if they made them hesitate in the pursuit, it would be a success. Mortals only made them think that there were traps in this place. For Gared, Those mere mortals may not be as valuable as the jerky in the animal trap.

When he looked at the fortress again, he saw that the skin was as open as a fried potato, like a chef carving a flower knife on his fortress and then putting it into the boiling hot oil pan. , the explosives whip up sudden and shattered metal, carrying with them some of the melted material that was detonated prematurely by the gas bomb, such as soil, mortals, or fragile ordinary metal or plastic tools.

Those complex colors and countless war resources became part of this not-so-splendid fireworks show. Gared felt as if he had been separated from the world. If he stayed, then there must be a part of his flesh and blood in those things, and What he regrets most is the temporary research laboratory he built with all kinds of equipment.

He is like an eel leaving his cave, helplessly looking at the place where external forces have trampled on him. In his life, there is no high or low life, and the bacteria or viruses that can be nourished are all the same. Even his brother, for him It's just a tool. A genius like him had such paranoia before he became a Space Marine on his home planet.

But this does not mean that he has no feelings. On the contrary, his emotions are very strong. It is precisely because he looks down on mortals that he devotes himself wholeheartedly to existences like the Black Heart King and Valtex, making them the emotional support he needs most in his life.

It is his ruthlessness that has long since made him rich in emotions. It sounds contradictory, but when the Space Wolves destroyed the camp, the emotional attack on him by those dead brothers may be far less than the blade he often used on the operating table. The pain that comes from melting.

At the same time, this twisted man is extremely grateful that he is not a warrior and can abandon those honors very quickly and choose to embrace something more rational, that is, living. He installed poison gas to destroy his research results and prevent the Space Wolves from getting them. The intelligence of the red pirates and any virus specimens left those wolf cubs with nothing but a waste of projectiles and weapons reserves.

But this is more of a self-comfort, because in any case, the Red Pirates have lost more this time, including a long rest area, a large amount of supplies, and a large number of test subjects. They have already lost the opportunity.

A large number of tusks dug into his neck like fangs, biting off most of the Red Pirate's vitality. He could only go to Onius Plaid, the former Red Scorpion, to warn him and help him stabilize the front. .

He was like a poisonous snake, shrinking into his pile of leaves and waiting for the next opportunity to attack. At the same time, the dirt kicked up by the motorcycle flew past his armor, giving him an unbearable pessimistic attitude towards the current situation. He understood life too well. , even if he is a Space Marine, after a thousand years, he will be nothing more than something turned into dirt by bacteria, but he has the responsibility and obligation to live until the end of his life for Huron's great plan, until the curse of the gods no longer takes effect.

With the low roar of the engine, the force moved away from the endless horizon until they could no longer be observed, bidding farewell to their honor and victory for the time being.

The victors of this attack were the Space Wolves. Just like the beasts they represented, they ended the battle with huge power and saturation bombing. Even so, Gunnar Red Moon felt that the war was too simple. He stood On the outside of the transport gunboat, he looked at the ruins on the ground and the mortal remains, until a pungent smell brushed the tip of his nose. It was very thin, almost colorless and odorless, but he could feel it.

It was a vague feeling, but he was sure that something was there. He asked the wolves to apply the ancient Fenrian plaster made by the Rune Priest on their breathing areas before jumping off the fighter plane. The fangs also did the same, After most Space Marines landed, they felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation on their skin.

Gunnar Red Moon understood the situation instantly. He saw that the mortal bodies on the ground had not yet rotted, and immediately asked the Longtooth to start looking for those poisons. They have a sensitive sense of smell, which was a gene given to them by the original body Russ, so It's not hard to find that thing.

And Gunnar Hongyue also deliberately let that damn pharmacist leave. He already knew the name of Gared, the Lord of Corpses, but he needed to deal with the eternal worm even more.

He needs a camp where the Space Wolves can safely transport special rare sonic bombs to the battle line, which is stable and reassuring, so this absurd place is still valuable to him.

While the Longtooths were dismantling the equipment in an orderly manner, the Grand Company Commander also walked into the facility. He quickly found pharmacist Gared's laboratory in the dark underground explosion-proof area.

There is an independent engine here, embedded in a thick layer of adamantine, with bright light and a cold touch. The walls show a sickly white-gray color in the reinforced metal layer, and at the same time, the waves are coming towards the face. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of detergent made Gunnar Hongyue, who had a sensitive sense of smell, unable to help but feel nauseous.

He looked at a mortal body lying on a cold operating table, disemboweled, filled with bottles, sulfuric acid toxins, scalpels and saw teeth. Although many bottles and bottles had been damaged due to the bombing of the Space Wolves. It shook and fell to the ground, but this place can still satisfy most people's fantasy of a horror laboratory.

At this moment, he opened the file cabinet inside the local laboratory and looked at the research reports written in High Gothic. He was very concerned about part of the report about the current situation of the Red Pirates, which mentioned Gared's concern about the inferiority of Astartes genes. research on how he could understand why the Astartes were not as perfect as their Primarchs.

The Space Wolves were also troubled by genetic problems. Their werewolf disease drove countless brothers crazy, just like the Black Fury of the Blood Angels. He couldn't help but look at this thing that should be given to the Inquisition, but he was also a member of the First Chapter. Captain of the Grand Company, he has the right to read his trophies.

What's more, Gunnar Hongyue's knowledge is also among the best in Dalian. There may be few people in the entire galaxy who can catch up with the genius pharmacist's manuscripts and the research of Gared, the Lord of Corpses, but he is not among them.

And he soon witnessed Gared's atrocities against the Space Marines. He dissected many Loyalist Space Marines, and even members of the Red Pirates who had lost their combat effectiveness, or War Lords who were killed in internal struggles. He had countless The materials gathered together unprecedented anatomy records of tens of thousands of Space Marines.

He even personally dismantled the gene seeds to pieces, whether they were high-quality or inferior. After extensive practice, Gared discovered that even the most loyal Space Marines or the purest non-mutated warriors were genetically inferior. has flaws, and such variation is largely influenced by personal circumstances.

For example, warriors whose personalities are close to those of the original body or have strong willpower, or even possess psychic abilities or simply have high genetic compatibility will become more "excellent" in their mutation tendencies. On the contrary, those mutations will lead to "inferior" warriors. But in any case, regardless of personal needs, such mutations will always exist and have nothing to do with the occurrence of personal subjective will.

And the source of the genes of the Red Pirates is the Primarch Roboute Guilliman, the Ultramarines. In theory, they are the most stable genes. However, the long-term removal of the unstable area of ​​​​the Maelstrom subspace caused them to develop irreversible genes. Collapse and mutation, but unlike mortals affected by the Warp, Space Marines theoretically have perfect psychic resistance.

Gared soon realized that this mutation was not a genetic mutation caused by psychic energy, but a so-called "mutation" in the nature of genes. When the Emperor created the Primarch, they had already...

Gunnar Hongyue was fascinated by what he saw. His fingers grasped the record harder and harder, but he suddenly found that the writing in this thick record became blurred from this page, and the kraft paper began to fall apart. , turned into something like dust in the air.

"Damn it!" He belatedly smelled the irreversible smell of rotten toxins in the air. The ancient ointment on his nose relieved the burden on his body, making him completely unaware that something was eroding this research report.

Fortunately, he did not see the second half of the report, which was that Gared realized that the Emperor had the ability to create "perfect" Space Marines who would not mutate, but he deliberately input the energy of the subspace in order to Let those soldiers become more specialized and more in line with the appearance of war.

In other words, Gared believed that in the eyes of the Emperor, the Space Marines who had used a lot of warp help and had filthy genes in their genes would inevitably be destroyed on a large scale after the end of the Great Crusade, but he deliberately injected warp psychic energy into it. Just so that the Space Marines can help him rule the galaxy, this is the cruel Corpse Emperor, an emotionless, disgusting tyrant, the evil god who has enslaved mankind.

Of course, it is difficult to say whether Gunnar Red Moon would believe such heresies, but just looking at the interpretation of the Emperor by the Imperial State Church, Space Marines who can mutate and cannot reproduce are undoubtedly "failures" "non-human"...