Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Alan Bayer stroked the flesh and blood on his cheek. His emotions were more numb than he imagined. Rather than his crazy mood swings, he had already known the ruthless cruelty of the universe, and he was indeed angry, but At this moment, his emotions couldn't save him, couldn't save Bordeleau, couldn't save Skadi, couldn't save the sector.

His military uniform was hung with the minced meat of his brother. He asked the surviving soldiers to collect the Master Chief's body. He requested that after the incident was over, he be buried according to the highest standards of the Ecclesiarchy in the sector, and his body would be placed in a static position. , using artificial skin and fillers to give him an intact head, so that he would be decent and loyal enough when kneeling in front of the emperor.

As a person alive today, there is only so much he can do. His death is not meaningless. He just fulfilled his mission with due diligence. The Master Chief's behavior once again reminded Alan Bayer that he is the leader of the group of ships. Lord, the Lord of Skadi, the person who resists the irreversible power of chaos in the maelstrom, is also the only person in the entire star region who must not fear Huron.

He raised his weapon like the chief, and he walked to the deck according to his responsibility. The remaining officers, the captain of Bordeleau, the veterans of the Red Pirates, and Huron were all looking at him, like a stage play. Walking up like a starring role, Huron noticed that this mortal looked at him without anger or fear, only facing it calmly...

At this moment, Alan Bair was so cold that he was surprised, but he still walked down from his position, picked up the saber and the relic pistol, and he just asked the Black Heart King. "You are showing your temper... To your gods, you want to use such a duel to insult your gods, to prove your independence from their personality, to prove your value above others. You obviously don't believe in them, why? Do you want to be their dog like this?"

Huron asked in surprise. "How did you figure it out?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Because we are the same kind of people, but the empire can allow a mortal lord to control the entire star region. Because my life span is only five hundred years, and the maximum is only eight hundred years. And with the constant war, no matter how much my life is extended, I estimate that I will only be three years." A hundred years old at most, and the killer’s bullet can easily put me to sleep.”

"That's right, if you were not a Space Marine, you would have reached my level. You still worship the Emperor from the bottom of your heart. You just can't stand this rotten Empire. At the same time, you transfer those emotions to the Lord of Mankind. At the same time, , and you don’t believe that those so-called gods can give everything for you.”

Huron laughed, his broken voice uttering a hoarse and vicious curse-like laughter, and he was also covering up, covering up the idea that his heart had been seen through by Alan Bayer, and he shouted at the same time. "I emphasize my proposal again. Let you control the entire sector, just like how the empire treats you. You can pay me 11 taxes, and I guarantee that you will not see any aliens or empires in your short life. The army has entered your territory!"

He once again put forward those sweet and seductive words. This was not a plea for mercy, but that he really admired this young man. If he could, he would try to let Gared transform this mortal so that he could travel the universe with him. Destroy the empire.

But Alan Bayer just answered. "This has nothing to do with me obeying you or the Empire, my fight is not to be anyone's dog, but to resist the power of Chaos against the entire universe, the human race's endless swallowing, while you use warp energy to influence the war, we We have already broken up, and there is no possibility of cooperation anymore. If you are willing to talk to me like this before attacking the forest world, I will accept it, but now..."

"I have inherited the wishes of countless mortal heroes throughout the sector. I want to prevent the power of Chaos from invading here. No matter what I do or how many people I kill, I must let the entire sector continue."

He was already like an overripe fruit, with his own ideas and concepts. Huron couldn't help but show a disappointed expression, and at the same time he pulled out his blood-drinking sword. He fired at Ella Bair, and fire splashed everywhere, bang. After the loud noise, the explosive bomb was absorbed by the void shield, causing a frightening wave on Alan Bair's head, and at the same time announced the beginning of the duel.

As a veteran of the empire, Alan Bair immediately retreated into the nearest bunker, the command point of the bridge, which was the base made of fine gold under the large captain's seat. Huron moved forward reluctantly and fired at the same time. The explosive bomb hit the base, revealing countless lines flowing through the source power. The heat generated by the friction of the projectiles melted the skin of the lines. The source force sent out bursts of sparks, making Alan Bayer unable to see Huron's position clearly.

The war lord rolled backwards sensitively, leaving the bunker, and at the same time threw a fragmentation mine. The next second, the blood-drinking sword hit where he was just now, and the fragmentation that opened the fuse exploded, cutting Huron's cheek.

Huron asked now. "Why don't you use melta bombs?"

Alan Bair said breathlessly. "Of course, if I use melta bombs, you won't get close at all. You have a dangerous instinct like a beast, I can feel it."

Huron couldn't help but laugh. He rarely felt like fighting like this, like two people playing chess, a pleasant game of fighting. The last time he felt like this was when he was on Badab with Asta of the Empire. It’s time to fight!

His huge power clamps grabbed the base shell and tore open a large piece of adamantine. Since explosive bombs are not effective, let's try this! After a squeaking and tearing sound that made people feel headaches and ears sore, the huge hydraulic pliers held a half-meter-thick piece of fine gold in their hands and threw it out at the same time.

Just the wind caused by such a huge thing was suffocating. Alan Bayer just raised his gun, used the melt mode to explode a piece, and got through.

Bright red molten gold flowed on the outside of his carapace, and his characteristic red cloak began to burn due to the high temperature. At the same time, the melta gun fired at Huron. Huron raised his arm and was burned by the heat. The power clamp A big piece of it.

At this point, both of them became embarrassed. The veteran champions of the Red Pirates marveled that this mortal could fight with their master for so long, because in a real fight, they might not be able to "play" with their master like this. Only the wizard Garon Sulet was restless. He used the wind of subspace to sense what was happening here. He predicted that this mortal would destroy everything...

At this moment, the wizard was chanting a spell, and he wanted to prevent any accidents, but the next second, five beams of flames flashed through his mind at the same time. The strongest one was silver, which made his eyes sting, and the second was red, which made him His heart dried up, then green and blue, making his joints ache and his mind numb, and finally purple, the mere sight of which made his blood circulate faster.

He huddled up in his room, whining in pain. He realized that this battle had been recognized by the gods. As part of the destiny of the universe, it had become the core of the gods' chessboard. To use a chess metaphor, it was a long game. In the game, the last few moves are the most important moves, which determine the winner. Big moves!

Yes, destiny has come to this. At this crucial crossroads, the great powers have recognized the resistance of these two arrogant mortals to their own destiny, which is to use the most honorable and original method to determine the human empire for thousands of years. Peace and stability, in the last hundred years of this forty thousand years, everything will be decided here.

At this moment, the Black-Hearted King no longer wants to play. He must raise his spirits to win and prove his worth. Alan Bayer must also go all out, just to survive and let the brothers escape from the gloomy war.

The two men raised their weapons and tentatively circled each other like two lions. They searched for all possible vulnerabilities on the opposite side on the deck. The air that had been circulated hundreds of times had almost solidified. In the end, it was the younger Ella Bair. He chose to launch his own projectiles, gravity bombs.

A dark rippling vortex exploded next to Huron. He felt this thing crushing his internal organs through the armor, like a small black hole. He had suffered from this thing, and several of his veterans He died because of this, but he just relied on the adsorption force of the magnetic boots to easily get out of the gravity that is fatal to mortals.

But the next moment, Alan Bair stabbed with a saber, and Huron had to use his blood-drinking sword to resist. The two magic weapons touched and made a buzzing sound. Huron was stronger, and he slowly put his weight against In the past, even with the gravitational help of gravity bombs, even with the brute strength of the green skins based on their fear of Alan Bair, the mortal lords were still far behind against the real Space Marines.

Huron finally laughed unbearably. He enjoyed this feeling, hanging on by a thread, so evenly matched, which made him forget the pain caused by his implants, and made him forget that he was already a half-dead person. He made that sound Alan Bair's hoarse, crazy laughter seemed to be extremely difficult. So far in the battle, he has not gained any advantage.

Alan Bair had to admit that this king was more powerful than any heretic or alien he had ever dealt with, more powerful than the Eldar Archon, more powerful than the green-skinned wagghboss, more powerful than the traitorous Inquisitor... Sweat was pouring from his forehead. , the position of destruction on the saber began to weaken, he rarely used duels to win the war, and now his shortcomings here are revealed.

Perhaps compared to the formation of troops, he beat Huron, compared to operations and winning the hearts of the people, he was evenly matched with Huron, but only in terms of combat power, he went all out, which was just a pleasure for Huron.

He almost gave up. The power of the gravity bomb began to weaken, but Huron became more and more excited and powerful. He couldn't think of how he could win, until a surprising primitive-world flintlock pistol fired on the ship. Fired at Huron from a long position.

A primitive lead bullet was so weak that even the gods didn't care. It couldn't even scratch Huron's original skin. The person who fired it didn't expect it, nor did Captain Bordeaux, who took it casually in desperation. What a help these souvenirs have made in this existential moment for humanity.

The lead bullet sank into the breathing port of Huron's implant, blocking his oxygen supply. However, the physique of a Space Marine does not actually require much oxygen. This was originally nothing, but Huron's breathing port was exerting force. Inhaling with strong force, the lead bullet was sucked into the implant by the strong suction, making Huron feel a stinging pain for a moment.

Normally, this feeling would not be worth mentioning, but at this moment, facing this mortal lord, Huron's casual attitude cost him.

He stretched out his hand to cut off his breathing port and took out the lead bullet, but Alan Bayer saw the opportunity, let go of his saber, and let the blood-drinking sword penetrate into his abdomen. At the same time, he took out the relic pistol and used the maximum The melta of power struck the horrific wounds Huron had sustained during the Battle of Badab.

In an instant, a lose-lose situation emerged. Alan Bair stood there with internal organs flowing out of his abdomen. The bright red blood-drinking sword penetrated his body and was pulled out by Huron at the same time, causing a secondary wound and turning his uniform red.

And the implants in a quarter of Huron's body turned into hot molten lava. He roared with pain, and his life-support equipment was failing. Under such circumstances, it would normally only take half a minute for this person to He would die, but he was Luft Huron, Black-Hearted Huron, Tyrant and Blood Reaver of Badab, traitor, heretic and abandoned warlord, and he was stubborn and unwilling to die.

At this moment, he saw the wall in a daze. It was made of countless blades. His will was passing through it, enjoying being cut into pieces. In the real world, those red pirate veterans hugged him very quickly and began to Design coordinates.

The next second, Huron fell on the floor of the teleportation room of the Ghost of Destruction. He was weak and frantically sucked the air back into his lungs. He felt as if he was going to suffocate to death.

His armor was overloaded from traveling through the warp. It is generally believed that only those wearing Terminator armor can be effectively teleported and may not survive, but Huron can travel deeper into the subspace, and he also knows that he will not die, so he dares to propose a duel.

As for Gared, who was rescued, the pharmacist immediately began to use his superb skills to stabilize his master's wounds, but no matter what, the command system of the Red Pirates collapsed, and those aggressive battleships began to retreat, and at the same time announced that Alan Bair Another victory.

But now, Alan Bayer stood in a pool of blood. His willpower had weakened. He saw the silver sun shining on him, without warmth and extremely cold. He asked this towering existence if he could go back. It didn't count as completing the mission, but this person still didn't answer him.

The Lord of Mankind is always so unpredictable. Alan Bair always thought that he was the person closest to the Emperor, but he was wrong. Except for Malcador, this wise man never showed his vulnerability to anyone again...

In the real world, Alan Bair was carried into a quiescent position by the guards, and Governor Pan Lan, the biological sage, had just completed the resuscitation surgery on the three survivors of the heroic crew.

He came here in a hurry in the electric light, his mechanical legs were almost on fire. There was no skitarii around him who should protect him no matter what. He came here in a shuttle, and it had already taken him a lot of time. Less time!

He looked at the mortal hero who had been completely penetrated. The mechanized display glowed red and kept flashing. He raised his third hand and said emotionlessly.

"There is no more chance. The internal organs are destroyed on a large scale. The efficiency of the heart is less than 2%. The area of ​​brain death is controllable. The calculation is completed. The probability of success is... 0.5%. The operation begins, and I will... do my best. !”