Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

On the Ghost of Destruction, Huron looked at his mortal enemy. He was much stronger than those weaklings, but mortals could withstand the full blows of the red pirates time and time again. Except for the attacker's disadvantage in defense, there were also red pirates. Unable to go out in full force, he needs to be wary of the enemy of Chaos, and also needs to be prepared to deal with pirates who may betray him at any time, and there are also objectionable evil whispers muttering tempting proposals in his ears all the time, even if This one belongs exclusively to his flagship, and it is like a needle inserted into his heart.

Huron looked at the various glowing cannons on the battle line, and twirled his pet's chin with interest. The mutated parrot Hadmaria purred like a kitten, even though its rotten eyeballs and colorful feathers made it unsettling. blurry appearance.

Huron now asked his loyal lieutenant. "Did the Centurion team break into the fortress?"

The adjutant nodded. "Of course, my lord, they are now looking for Gared in the upper lair. They will try to be faster than the Space Wolves and take those people away before we can leave."

Huron sat on the battleship throne made of metal and death. He looked at the battleship group of the Imperial Navy. There were no battle barges of the Destruction Ghost and the Space Wolves, although the Emperor-class battleships or the Mars-class cruisers were somewhat of a threat. However, after the Imperial Navy lost a large number of Sidewinder-class destroyers, relying solely on frigates and cruiser groups was not a big threat to his legion.

"Take Gared away? No, it's not enough. I want to win!" Greed flashed in his eyes. The value of a wealthy empire's deep space orbit far exceeds that of an ordinary non-technological or rare resource empire world. At the same time, It will be easier to annihilate the Imperial Navy here and capture the fortress world of Skadi.

"However, now we have to get close to Engili Port and prepare for the evacuation of that useless guy Gared. The Star Language Choir has been exhausted a lot because of his continuous communication, and he actually abandoned the base directly! Wait for him Come back, I need to prevent him from going to the front line again!"

Huron's anger rarely appears. Although he is a dark lord, his personality is quite gentle and he is more tolerant towards those who are capable. But this time he was completely angry. At the same time, his lieutenant saw the current Huron for the first time. This lord exuded a strange aura, and as he was aroused by his emotions, the many blessings given to him by the evil power became ready to be used.

To describe the feeling, it's like witnessing a War Titan ready to fire at any time, and you are bound to its trajectory. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

Even the adjutant, who was a veteran of the Badab War, couldn't help but sweat at this moment. In the short time gap that seemed to have passed thousands of years, he tremblingly mustered up the courage to fulfill his responsibilities. "I... Lord... It is unlikely that we will approach Engili Port now... The flagship of the Imperial Navy is still there..."

He felt dizzy. Even so, his willpower was amazing. The angry Huron also discovered what was wrong with the poor guy at this moment. He relaxed his attitude and said indifferently. "Let Garon Sulet handle it. As the power given to us by the gods, he is also part of it. Don't give him any privileges. Ask him to let the Destruction Ghost reach its destination smoothly, and let us get close to the Engili Port by any means necessary. !”

the adjutant said tremblingly. "Yes, sir!"

And this order soon arrived in front of Garon Sulet, who was fanning the wind of subspace in his room. The mortal herald who stepped into the room was pinched by an invisible force after reciting Huron's words, and died instantly. The body split into two parts like a toy, while Garon Sulet just closed his eyes and raised his arms high.

At this moment, the entire room is filled with all kinds of runes and evil decorations. Except for the terrifying number of cabinets and the various evil crystals placed on them, there is only one seat for real daily necessities, and this place is Garon Su. Wright's bedroom makes it hard to imagine how a person should "live" here, with an eight-pointed star painted on the floor, bottles, jars, and candles covering everything that could be put down. Survive.

The disorderly wind of subspace is expanding. He uses all of himself to turn into a channel, allowing the power of the Supreme Heaven to tear apart the barrier of the real universe bit by bit, and every psyker witnesses the method and appearance of the power of subspace. They are all different. For Garon Sulet, those things are crystals.

Colorful crystals flickered on the cabinet. There was obviously no source of power input or lighting, but at this moment those things began to flicker in an orderly manner, like some weird words, as if the crystals had become huge living bodies, which was terrifying.

Garon Sulet looked at those rays of light, those distorted rays of light reflected in his old pupils, and he said with a smile. "Yes, yes, I will punish those mortals who steal your sculptures, and I will also complete Huron's great achievements, but you also need to give me more. My meager spiritual power is far from enough to affect so many battleships."

After he finished speaking, the light of the crystal began to become faster, and Garen Surratt's expression suddenly turned bad, and then he curled up on the ground and said. No! No! Too much! I was wrong, I am not worthy of your great power! "His body began to twist continuously, and the pale white gelatinous skin that was the signature of the Chaos Egg emerged. He kept begging for mercy, and at the same time, his spiritual energy and willpower crazily resisted the terrifying power from the subspace. This lasted for five years. Minutes later, he got up weakly.

At this moment he got what he wanted, but the price was that his body was severely mutated, looking like a pale and terrifying alien. He regretted his recklessness, and then covered his skin with special powder to make himself look normal. One thing, just those dark, pupilless eyes made him look like a real monster.

he muttered. "At least I can interfere with them..."

He waved his staff, and a wind of magic that was so beautiful that it was almost physical blew through the entire area. For psykers, this feeling was extremely uncomfortable. Even the Astropath and Navigator of the Red Pirates, They also saw countless visions and whispers, while their servants were torn apart by their furious magic.

Under today's hurricane, even the least talented mortals will show a trace of spiritual talent. Some people find that their bodies are burning, some people can start to hear the voices of others, and some people can suddenly change their muscles. But the price is that they can't control those sudden abilities.

What followed was not strength, but a large number of spontaneous combustion incidents of the human body, severe muscle trauma, or being directly shocked by a large number of sounds and turning into madmen. Even some people who had no psychic talent were implicated to death. However, on the Huron ship Mainly composed of Space Marines, under their coercive control, the kind of riots come and go quickly. On the contrary, in the Imperial Navy, which is dominated by mortals, such riots occur in various cargo terminals, lower decks, and even It is an absolute nightmare for commanding the bridge.

Even if the Bordero had a solid machine soul and the best sailors, it would be difficult to avoid this. When the purple hurricane came over, Alan Bayer was sensitive and felt uncomfortable for the first time, and then the communicator A warning from the psyker came from within, suddenly shouted by the navigator who was connected to the ship's sensors at all times. "Purple, purple everywhere, oh my God!"

"Don't come here, Emperor!"

replied the ship's steward. "Captain, the sound array system of the Navigation Sanctuary is offline, no one answered, the line is normal, the machine soul is probably normal, the engine prophet reported that abnormal machine soul fluctuations were found, they are conducting an emergency comfort ceremony..."

Alan Beyer asked. "How are the Astropaths?"

replied the steward. "The choir is currently in normal condition, but they also warned us that they felt strange sounds pulsating in the subspace. Do we need to retreat and leave this area?"

the captain retorted. "Absolutely impossible! No matter what, we must prevent the Red Pirates from entering Engili Port! Notify the fire control family, open fire with all strength, and destroy the Red Pirates' flagship as soon as possible before the system completely collapses!" His emotions were twisted like a whirlpool, Ai Lambair realized the impossibility of his order. Strengthening the pressure on the fire control family would only cause the area to collapse faster. He cursed.

"I have obtained control of the Bordero in the name of the Commander-in-Chief of the Pangia Sub-sector! Captain, your order just now is just to take us into the abyss!"

Alan Bair's voice was like the ethereal Holy Word of the Emperor, which made the captain stunned, and then he regained his composure. He thought about his impulsive decision just now. How could the moon class quickly destroy a barge with a shield comparable to that of a battleship?

He looked regretfully at the rudder in front of him and said as if repenting. "Oh, Bordeaux, I have betrayed your trust in me. Even the damn subspace magic shouldn't let me do this. Alan Bair, my lord, thank you..."

Alan Bayer's face just froze, and he was also disturbed. At this moment, in front of him were the shadows of his brothers leaving one by one. Those phantom sound hallucinations seemed real. If he hadn't understood that he was on the battleship, he probably wouldn't have Will believe it, now he saw his friends leaving after the war, and he heard the gentle voice saying that as long as they obeyed its plan, they could live a better life and have more adventures.

Alan Bayer's explorer blood is about to start. In his imagination, he has seen many prosperous and complex uninhabited planets being developed by him and his friends. During his adventures, he discovered special creatures and rubbed shoulders with the behemoths of the universe. Fight to the death with alien pirates and get countless money and honors.

But now he asked the sound array system to connect his voice so that the communicator could broadcast his words throughout the ship.

He shouted sonorously and forcefully. "All officers of Bordero, sailors! The power of the highest heaven has invaded us! But do not be afraid, we need to understand that witchcraft is not an external force, but an internal one. As long as we are strong-willed enough, I, Alan Bair, the Lord of Skadi can lead you to victory, just like those experiences before!"

His voice was broadcast, and the major families inside the turbulent ship also stopped. They understood who the owner of the voice was and what those words meant. An imperial saint used his name to redeem them.

Now a man whose whole body was twitching shouted. "The Emperor has not abandoned us!" His blazing flames that could not be extinguished even if the air was cut off before began to weaken, and people who were shouting about their nightmares also came to life.

Alan Bayer succeeded, and Bordreau became one of the few battleships in the fleet that maintained strong combat effectiveness. It orbited the fortress of Enjili and firmly released Alan Bayer's voice. At this point, several approaching warships Combat strength has been restored and it has become more stable.

The voice of the person favored by the Emperor became the thing that dispelled the spell. This was not because Alan Bair was special, but because all the sailors fighting at this moment were serious. The Emperor's spokesperson was Alan Bair, and they were willing to do this for this man. The powerful Sector Lord sacrificed everything, including believing what he said, that he could resist the influence of the Warp.

However, this kind of faith can only exert so much power. In a short period of time, many people's skin began to turn white, and some began to grow tiny horns. In the corners, the battleship's machinery began to grow flesh and blood, and the machine souls twisted from time to time. The error message sounded, the meditator array was barely operating, the priests and sages were spreading spices and reciting prayers all the time...

Even so, just like shaking the water entering the ship with a bucket in the sea, it reluctantly moved forward, and the shells still kept the heretic ships headed by the Destruction Ghost from getting close.

The angry Huron directly dialed the communication array of Garon Surlet at this moment. In order to express their equality, this communication array was usually just a decoration, but now it was really connected. Huron asked the wizard Garon in an angry voice. Sulet. "Where is your witchcraft and magic power? Why do they still attack again? If the gods you believe in and you have so many abilities, I have to wonder if you are more suitable to stay in the void!"

Garon Sulet was now extremely weak and tired. He could only slowly spit out a few rough and vague bytes, but Huron also heard the eight characters in them, forming two names, two familiar and familiar characters. A name that displeased him.

He hung up the communication line, looked at the Imperial Navy in the distance with an interested expression, and asked his adjutant. "Can I join a gang?"

the adjutant replied. "The transport planes are ready anytime, anywhere, and we can fire a few smoke torpedoes as cover, so we can be ready anytime, anywhere."

Huron said now. "Call your best brothers and get on the ship. I'll go too. I want to solve a target. Choose that battleship as the place to join the gang."

the adjutant asked doubtfully. "That one?"

"Boldero," Huron read out, word by word, and at the same time. "I need to find a friend and settle the score."