Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

On the bridge of the Bordero ship, intermittent warnings came from the navigator who had barely regained his senses. He saw a red comet that was burning and approaching. After that, the fire control family warned that the enemy had launched a transport ship and also There are several plasma torpedoes.

Alan Bayer just listened to the navigator's advice, and a prophecy flashed through his mind. He always felt that those things were vain, but that night, he had a sleepless talk with a psyker lady, and got The ambiguous words in the Tarot cards that are happening are being realized one by one.

He saw the burning planet and stepped over Skadi, which had become scorched earth. The prophecy was only half of it. He believed that he could break those curse-like words, but his brothers were usually there, and now...

His shoulder was suddenly pressed, and his frown and gloomy face always attracted his brother. Although the artificial skin was now sutured, Sergeant Catachan was still no longer as flexible as before, but he didn't care that his body was constantly changing. The unnatural wrinkles that appear, and the muscular texture that looks like inflating.

He said bluntly. "Boss, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Alan Beyer replied. "I don't, I won't, and I can't show it. I am now the core of the ship, the center of the union, the chain that connects everyone."

The Master Chief retorted. "That's why you can't do this. If the fire ignites from you, the entire fleet and the entire 600,000 people will die. You are the chain, and the flames will burn, along your heart, and burn the entire fleet, and You, my friend, my brother, I am always here to serve the Master of Skadi with my Catachans."

Alan Bayer asked again. "But when the smoke of the war subsides, you need to return to the planet Catachan. In order to fulfill the promise of letting the Lieutenant Colonel return home in glory, so will everyone else. By then, I will have nothing but rights." He was so worried. He was not a child, but He relied on the help of his brothers along the way. He was just a mortal. Although he was powerful, he could not defeat time and Dugu.

The Master Chief knelt down on one knee and looked at his commander loyally. "No matter what, I am still serving. I can't be sure about others, but I am here. When the trip is over, I will return to Skadi, no matter how violent the hurricane in the subspace is, no matter whether the time is ten years or a hundred years, even if You have gone to the tomb, and I will come back.”

Alan Bair sighed. "The void is vast, and loneliness is eternal."

"But I still thank you for your comfort, my brother. From when we were crawling together in the trenches to now sitting in the center of the fleet, our relationship has not changed, and so has the Chief of Staff, and so have you." He sighed at his comrade, Among his few comrades at the same time, Catachan may have a closer relationship with him than the Chief of Staff and him.

Because he is a soldier recognized by the lieutenant colonel, and because Master Chief Catachan is a real brother who was at the same time as him and has served to this day. They have experienced countless monsters, monsters, terrible nightmares, demons, filth, and aliens, as long as he is here , as long as he still fights for the safety of Alan Bair as a personal guard, he will be invincible.

At this moment, the war lord looked into the endless emptiness of the void. In the darkness, there were flickering lights. Those were enemies, enemies of the empire, his nightmare, the beginning and the end of everything. He needed to win.

He shouted in a reassuring voice, just like usual. "Close defense artillery team, fire control family, all brothers who can fire, shoot now, intercept the transport aircraft outside our armor, and let those who are looking for death die in the endless cold of the void. I pray to the emperor , we want our soldiers to fire without missing a beat!”

Explosive bombs, leakage, plasma, and all the firepower of the moon class formed a gorgeous barrage. The enemy's torpedo was instantly destroyed. The next second, the smoke screen exploded, obstructing the line of sight, and the acupoint instrument disappeared, but the intensive artillery fire still destroyed it. There were several heavy transport aircraft, but Huron stood in front of the observation window of the transport aircraft without any fear.

Even if the flashing plasma passed by his face, the warrior did not blink. He was sure that he was the chosen one. He could hear the promises made by the gods and him. He also knew that his life would not be exhausted before the empire was exhausted. , The Corpse Emperor will never disappear until the moment it dissipates.

He could therefore be sure that he would not die until his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, that he could bow to the gods and obey his promises, just to see this ridiculous empire fall to pieces!

Therefore, he will never die. Even if he is constantly on the battlefield, even if his body is seriously injured, and his life is maintained by machinery, his willpower will flicker without a trace of hesitation. He has become accustomed to being alone, in the vast void, fighting against the empire and the gods of chaos alone. , He didn't even believe his brother, he was used to this suffocating feeling.

But his men were uneasy. They didn't want to die in the lonely void. Watching the gunfire grazing the hull of the transport plane, even the most experienced driver couldn't help but want to turn to avoid those dense ballistic trajectories, but when he moved the steering wheel, Hugh Ren just shouted. "I order you not to move, just move forward against the smoke of fate. I can swear that we will arrive because the gods need it."

He wasn't going to give those guys a break, if their promises were really going to work, now he had to be unscathed!

And just like his words and thoughts, those projectiles seemed to deliberately avoid him. Under a thin layer of smoke, the gods controlled the probabilities of the mortal world. In that layer of dispensable smoke, the projectiles circled around him. As he moved forward, it was like a person bathing in heavy rain, but not a drop of rain fell on him.

Here, where the wind of the warp blows, Huron is sure that the gods will help him. Just as he thought, the transport plane plunged into the bridge of the Empire's flagship. After a sudden tremor and vibration, the hot melt on both sides of the body drilled through the thick layer of adamantine in the roar of the machine soul. Beside him, those brothers stood up. The heavy infantry composed of centurions and terminators, a total of 12 people, veterans with long fangs and mutations, their service years are amazing. They come from all over the universe, but they have only one thing in common, that is, loyalty to Huron.

Those heavy mecha-like warriors walked out from both sides to cover their masters. The black armor of the terminator was inlaid with skulls and trophies, and the silver-white elephant face stretched out long "tusks". The Lord of the Red Pirates walked out of the passage sawed by the hot melt. They came to the core of the flagship and met Alanbair face to face for the first time.

In this lady made of adamantine, the roar of the machine souls, the sound of the equipment, and the trembling mortal sailors and officers hiding in the bunkers were all making him laugh, and Huron shouted loudly. "Alan Baier, mortal hero, you did well, but it's over. From now on, from this moment on, everything you have will disappear!" "And I am magnanimous and can give you a chance as a person who blindly believes in the corpse emperor. Bring Skadi and this star zone to me, believe in the gods, and let the whole damn empire go to the grave together. I can give you the right to make your star zone an autonomous region and let you continue to be your lord. This is my last tolerance for the brave warriors!" His voice was hoarse and terrible, but it shook people's souls. To be honest, how many sailors and officers are thinking about giving him everything as long as this killer doesn't do it! But Alan Baier answered. "Shut up, you heretic, look, you use implants to prolong your life, you have nothing around you, you serve the gods, loyalty is no longer your fate, you don't believe in them, let alone your brothers?" Huron disagreed. "So what? The empire is just a piece of rotten meat, and brothers are just helpers and allies. You and I have different ideas, so forget it, fire!" Alan Baier shouted. "Captain, activate the defense system!"

The skull of the private server made a sizzling sound, and the Thinker was roaring. The captain pressed the button. Four heavy wolf spider turrets appeared on the top of the ship and on both sides of the control console, spitting fire snakes. The officers in the ship also had weapons, lasers, and explosive bombs, whistling at each other.

The Red Corsairs were not afraid either. They raised heavy boarding shields and inserted them into the ground as a cover. The huge force and the monomolecular blades at the bottom of the shields were inserted into the adamantium layer. At the same time, several heavy storm bombs were used as fire cover. Huron also raised his own explosive pistol and accurately blew up the heads of mortal officers one by one.

He was obviously a dying man, using implants to maintain his body, but his shooting was terrifyingly accurate. Every time he pulled the trigger, the most elite officers of the empire were killed. The blood dyed the entire control panel red, which made people uneasy. The machine souls made terrible wails, and the terminators of the Red Corsairs threw a large number of hot melt bombs to destroy the turrets that suppressed them.

At this moment, they have gained the upper hand. Even if a large number of Catachans and stormtroopers as guards of the supreme commander of the Empire ran into the bridge during this period and controlled them with heat ray guns and hell guns, such firepower is not a threat to the heavy Centurion armor.

In such a narrow place, they have an advantage. Super heavy armor has more tolerance than fragile mortals, but they are not invincible. Alanbair raised his pistol and fired a gravity bullet, hitting the middle of the enemy team. The Space Marines with magnetic boots will not be affected by such gravity, but it is enough to make them deviate from the shooting position.

The next second, several Catachans who died raised the hot melt and exchanged the bodies of mortals for the deaths of those Centurions and Terminators. After the sizzling sound and the flashing light dissipated, the four heavy Terminators were instantly melted. Those veterans who had experienced the thousand-year front were exchanged for the flesh and blood of mortals. Their souls will be complacent in front of the Emperor, and their achievements can make Terra sing a long cry.

Their death was not far away. Huron walked forward, pinned down a Catachan with a power claw, crushed his head, threw his body away, instantly knocked over two people, raised the explosive bomb, and cleared the remaining forest warriors who were attacking. He also praised them bluntly.

"I knew their bravery and strength in Gondwa VI. Now they have only become stronger and not weakened. Very good. Such warriors make me unable to help but praise them. If their level is not enough, the warriors killed by them are also humiliated!"

And he was also angry. His guards were killed. He ordered his soldiers to change to power claws and then started to charge. Those Terminators then showed agility far beyond their size. At the same time, the Thinker array on the transport ship had already positioned the coordinates, and the rare and powerful transmission inside their armor was ready to use.

In the next instant, those metal giants turned into a flashing light, disappeared, and appeared next to the Catachans and stormtroopers behind the bunkers, breaking those warriors into tiny invisible molecules with their vibrating red claws, and the most sensitive veteran among mortals took out the hot melt bomb before dying, using his life to complain to the minions of Chaos for the last time.

The bridge was now in ruins, with smoking turrets and minced meat everywhere, and the consoles were full of corpses, loyal people, invaders, Catachans, stormtroopers, Chaos, traitors...

The last six surviving Terminator veterans raised their weapons and surrounded the remaining officers. This beheading was extremely successful. Huron walked to the console at this moment and raised the communicator. He looked at the grille. As long as he The hoarse voice said that if he controls this place, the empire will collapse. How many aliens and heretics are eager to do this, but for Huron, the chosen one, this is not enough.

he said to Alan Beyer. "Come on, mortal, king vs. king. I know this is unfair, but it is the fairest for you now. If you can defeat me, although the possibility is less than one thousandth, the warriors here will also lead Teleport me away because their core mission is to protect me.”

"In other words, you just have to bring me to the brink of death and this attack will disappear. If you do it, use your weapons, use your will, against my power, then you will..."

Alan Bayer thought subconsciously. "victory."

Huron smiled. "Yes, using the most primitive, great, and barbaric things and behaviors is my honor for you, a mortal who has resisted me several times. Rather than being killed by my brother, you would rather die with the grace of the Lord of the Red Pirates." Bundle?"

"Come on, step onto the bridge, and I'll give you death!"

Alan Bair stood up. He believed in this man, not because of anything else, but because this was Huron, because he was Luft Huron, the Lord of Badab!

But he was pressed down by thick arms, and there were still people who refused the proposal. He was Alan Bair's personal guard. He was the most loyal and the last Catachan. The Master Chief looked at Huron, looked at his superior, and then Raise your explosive blunderbuss at the Red Pirate King.

Alan Bair ordered him immediately. "Stop! This is a duel!"

But the next second, the explosive gun was still fired. He betrayed the military order, because his responsibility was to protect the Commander-in-Chief and the Lord of Skadi. And the next second, the deflected halo on Huron threw away the projectile, and he raised his hand Detonate the bomb and give death to this loyal warrior in the name of the monarch.

boom! Blood flew out, the head exploded, and Huron wiped the muzzle of his gun and spoke to Alan Bayer again in an inviting language. "Come on, Lord Skadi, the duel is still valid, avenge your captain of the bodyguard!"