Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 394 Norden Nord

The Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction led the soldiers through the edge of the fortress. The huge Astartes body did not affect their silent progress. With the support of Barnard veterans, they could avoid the pursuit and interception of most of the so-called patrols. , the rotten eyeballs allow those non-front-line troops to display detection capabilities worse than mortals.

With its huge number as a guarantee for patrolling, just like the father of the gods in mythology sacrificing his own eyeballs, the so-called "omniscient and omnipotent" Barnard is like the leading fish leading a school of fish through the rapids, allowing Space Marines can cross the most difficult passes with minimal effort.

The Master Chief of Destruction Eagle was doing another thing at the moment. His mind was feeling the complicated thoughts. He sneaked into Jean Dan's group thinking. He saw many things, but he knew that they were false. Or not, he needs to find something real.

As his body moved forward, his mind was also wandering, and he realized that the group of psychic wills here was very interesting. Let Dan, an alien race, have a technique to materialize memories as psychic energy. Such techniques have been used for Destroy the human mind, but without the help of special technological creations, such psychic energy is not more powerful than ordinary psychic psykers.

But he found that there was a kind of knowledge that was repeated for no reason among the messy and complicated knowledge here. That kind of memory was not important. It was not the fighting skills, nor the use of vehicles or driving engines, nor the tactical planning, nor the analysis of enemy items, nor the fighting style. Rather, it is the memory of a family of four living in a narrow room, eating simple artificial food with dilapidated furniture and tableware, and living erectly in the dark interior of the hive.

And such memories spread like a malignant virus, but for Jean Dan, such a virus is useless, but they all carry this subconsciously, and the Master Chief quickly understood that the source of such memories is the medium he speculated exists.

He originally thought that this medium might be a special individual similar to the warrior bug, but reality told him that this medium was just an ordinary person who might have psychic talents and had not yet been stimulated. Maybe it was his brain? Maybe his soul?

The Master Chief was not sure how to save this individual from Jean Dan, but he followed the psychic network forward and quickly found the gathering center. He may be the first individual to be so close to Jean Dan's core will, but he was not sure if this was the right thing to do. Yes.

Once upon a time, this powerful race did not need a medium because of the existence of the will to kill. Now this race must rely on humans, and the existence of humans gives the Master Chief the opportunity to join this network and feel the intermingling of thoughts and the resonance of psychic energy.

According to his description, this feeling is like he is no longer lonely, full of peace of mind and joy, but he also knows that if he really enters it, everything about him will be wiped clean by those torrents, and then he will become one. a part of.

Fortunately, he found the target before his willpower was insufficient. The poor man was being passed through by countless thoughts like a center. He could not imagine what it felt like, but the Master Chief couldn't help but sympathize with this poor man, especially him. After seeing this man's ordinary life.

But he couldn't keep it anymore, because he felt that the master of Jean Dan's will was coming. The power of that individual was beyond his imagination. He quickly exited the connection, looked at the brothers who had entered the fortress, and said. "It's at 6 o'clock, not far away. And I've learned how to cut off the connections between those things. If I encounter enemies that I can't bypass, I'll kill them directly!"

His psychic talent is very terrifying, going beyond human reliance on a single psychic system. At the same time, he has found a way to approach the target silently, Barnard said uncertainly. "Your rune magic is very strange. Is there really no problem? You must know that every byte needs time to be verified."

the Master Chief replied. "I have no choice, there is a poor man who needs me to save, that's all, let's go."

His kindness is touching, but this indifferent universe is not so kind. When he approaches Nord's will, Dan becomes aware of his existence, and it, this powerful spiritual being, has the ability to directly detain the Master Chief. will, but it did not take action.

Because it realizes that although Norden Nord, a mortal, has good potential psychic talents, he is not considered a psychic in the end. Secondly, the limitations of the mortal body are also there. Before he really has any contact with the subspace, , this mortal can barely use it.

But the Librarian of the Destruction Eagle is different. It understands how powerful this individual is. Even an ordinary complete body of Jean Dan cannot compare to his spiritual power. That kind of power makes it salivate. If it gets this Astartes body , Rang Dan, who is in the next nest, can get a channel comparable to his own main body.

Greed outweighed the danger, and it could accept the failure of its efforts because it had time and opportunity, but a body like this only came once in a lifetime for which it could sacrifice that mortal human being, so it let the Master Chief go.

The usually smart and alert sergeant didn't feel anything was wrong, or in other words, he didn't want this risk to ruin their plan. At this moment, after he used his psychic energy to block the patrol team's passage, the monsters showed confusion and helplessness. , he could imagine that the feeling might be similar to pulling a fish out of the water.

Those monsters quickly became vigilant, but lost their collective will. These monsters were no longer powerful and experienced warriors, but just transformed human corpses with no physical strength.

After the opening scene where Barnard used a shotgun to instantly turn the opponent into flesh, the soldiers of the Destruction Eagle used chain swords and explosive bombs to start a massacre...

At the same time, Nord was lying on a soft bed, just like he always did, except that a bodyguard composed of rotten Imperial loyal heirs Stormtroopers and Red Corsair Astartes warriors guarded his door, unaware that he danger.

But he wanted to sleep, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was no longer dark and sleepy, but the tens of thousands of huge Rangdan split bodies here, and the creatures he called oracle worms kept calling his voice.

In an instant, he saw a lot of knowledge, memories, and the scenes that were happening now. He could no longer dream, but when he closed his eyes and cleared his mind, he was living in a dream. He saw himself turning into a powerful space warrior with his fingers. He crushed human heads and transformed into a heavily armed warrior walking through the woods. A few days ago, he had never seen the truly vast world.

He saw huge stars hanging on the endless horizon. In the sky that was so vast that it seemed to suck him into the sky, an unknown planet was looking at him with giant light blue pupils.

Sometimes he turned into a woman again, standing in the hall of an unknown college, with his body upright and his hands behind his back, standing straight up, letting the person in front of him dressed as a senior imperial officer observe which unit he would be selected into.

Finally he saw his master, a faceless lord wearing black robes, questioning him silently. "Why haven't you taken down the Imperial Guard yet? Why haven't you infected Alan Bair yet? Why haven't you completed my mission yet?!"

His forehead was constantly sweating, and his body couldn't help but twitch. He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt like his body couldn't move. His whole body was trembling, but those things were all false memories in a half-dream and half-awake state.

A large amount of information hit his head, and finally, he got up from the bed in shock. What made him collapse the most was not these things, nor the accusations made by his "Emperor", but the fact that he had not been with him for three days. Resting, but not feeling a trace of sleepiness.

And when he didn't even realize he was hungry, soldiers had already pushed a dining cart outside the door. The orderly imitators he saw were made according to his memory, and even the faces of the officers were as close as possible, and they seemed to be under surveillance at all times. Yes, bringing the toilet or new clothes, food or drinks even when he may not even feel the need...

There were natural wheat bread, artificial eggs, and Glomon bacon on the plate. Just by looking at the size, it was already at the level of a school-level officer in the Imperial Guard. There were also a large number of seized snacks and dried fruits, but he didn't realize it. Hunger, or craving.

Now his thoughts are like transparent glass windows, like a pipe. Countless things pass through his head, but nothing is left behind. Instead, his pitiful and fragile life is destroyed by countless things that Dan exchanges for information again and again. Reading additional information, compared to the so-called lord or commander, Nord now realizes that he is just a medium.

He tried to ignore those things as he tasted the eggs and bacon with his fork, forgetting the reality that he was a prop, that he wasn't that smart, and that he was instantly determined again when he said it was all for the Emperor, Until his tongue touched the food that was supposed to be greasy and fragrant, but there was only a vague feeling. And the delicious food that he once dreamed of eating now tasted... like chewing wax.

His brain has been penetrated by worms, and the taste experience has been optimized as useless. Because humans are complex creatures, especially their taste systems, humans are considered to be the only ones in the galaxy.

It has the most complex taste and the widest range of recipes.

Whatever tastes good and what can be eaten has destined mankind to be a greedy and exploratory race. At least at the end of the forty thousand years of this cruel civilization, there are still countless people in the empire who are tirelessly exploring the dark edges of the galaxy that no one cares about. The world is just for a touch of delicious food.

For Nord, hunger and poverty have been with him almost all the time in his not-so-long life. Eating is almost the most important ritual for him. If people don’t eat and don’t enjoy eating, then human nature will begin to change. Eliminate, as a living thing, the most important function is just to actively look for food.

At this moment, Nord felt that his life was being fragmented, his thoughts were becoming thousands of independent individuals, and his sense of touch as a human being was also dissipating. Is he still himself? When he recalled his family, sister, relatives, the people he valued, he also thought that if he failed, the Inquisition would catch them...

Countless knowledge in his head was telling him how the Imperial Inquisition dealt with traitorous relatives like him. He saw his sister turned into a servitor, working endlessly, and he saw his parents being tortured and shot. , and then thrown into the factory of the hive city, becoming food in the mouths of others.

During his short and painful stay, he asked himself again and again, is there any way back? The answer is, no, he can only conquer this place, and only obey the "Emperor". A large amount of knowledge has allowed him to go from being an ignorant person to knowing many secrets now. In fact, he already knows that the creature he is facing is definitely not the master of mankind. , but he has no way back.

After his meal, he had to face the increasingly anxious situation of the war. Countless intelligence reports reported to him the severity of the war. The Imperial Guard's strong resistance was ongoing. Lemanus became the bottom line of the defense line. Heavy tanks covered the infantry and tried to capture Jean Dan. Wherever it is taken away, the indiscriminate bombing of targets by heavy firepower is even more terrifying.

Of course, there is also the Emperor's Baneblade. That super-heavy tank is like a mobile fortress, putting out fires all over the battle line. With just one mortar grenade, mortals will turn into mud and Space Marines will have their hearts broken. Physics sense.

They broke through the front line time and time again and were held back by the poison blades time and time again. They lacked heavy firepower and long-term supplies, and they also needed to fight long-term positional battles with the remaining Astartes of the Red Corsairs. The massive loss of resources made the burden on the front line increasingly serious. , he must organize a high-intensity breakthrough to completely contain the remaining Red Corsairs Astartes and their mortal servants, as well as the large number of Land Raiders.

This was one of the few opportunities. He began to tighten the battle line. At the same time, he also received intelligence about the Empire Astartes breaking through the defense line. Returning to defense became one of the few options he had.

But the next second, there was a violent sound of gunfire at his door. He recognized the sound, explosive bombs, and he realized that someone had broken through the defense line of the fortress. He gathered most of the soldiers nearby, making Dan's collective consciousness very strong. He didn't understand why his companions didn't alert him immediately, but he soon heard the howling of wolves, and he felt creepy as he had never seen a wild beast before.

Although he has a terrifying amount of knowledge, he has no experience and has not actually touched those things, and his mortal brain, which has been severely modified by worms, is using all areas to increase the amount of psychic energy throughput, making him even more vulnerable to the underworld. The control of the Lord of Rangdan.

It can be said that now is his most vulnerable time, but at this moment he has a sense of peace of mind, a peace of mind that can escape the pain and contradiction of today's false life, accept the trial, suffer in life, and rest in peace in death...

But suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head, and his consciousness quickly broke away, replaced by a "person" with purple uneasy spiritual energy in his eyes. He stretched out his hand like a puppet, moved his body, and then used strange Waiting for his prey with a smile, he found his next body, a psychic Astartes!