Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Bolts, blades, chainswords, beams, heat, roars.

Black smoke surrounds the space of the nest city, is blocked by Gao Song's "sky", and accumulates together, turning into a "dark cloud" that makes people feel bad. Tomorrow in Karu City is very special, especially where no resident can If you think of forgetting by mistake, ask him to experience it.

The square that was once used to worship the emperor is now a mess, with potholes, molten metal, crystallized stone, dead bodies, and green skin.

Countless greenskins rolled crazily toward the square like water squeezed into a pipe, and were then killed by explosive bombs, forming batches of hills.

Civilians continued to squeeze towards the upper floors of the hive, and the huge elevators were unable to carry the heavy load. The useful people, the elderly, children, not young people, and even middle-aged people with no skills were all thrown away, and then waited for them. The thing is a bayonet and an order for them to fight the greenskins.

Is that thing suitable? What are they doing? In the face of the disaster, no one can stay out of it, and the people in the elevator are not in paradise. They need to face a reality, then they will not be able to accept it on the ground floor. So many people.

Even if the greenskins had eliminated one-third of the hive's population, there would still be room for tens of thousands of ordinary people at the top, not to mention that they would be very eager to make way for the Astra Militarum.

If you are trampled and crowded, you should be shorter and move slower, otherwise you will be trampled by the crowd and die in an ugly way.

People in the hive city cannot enjoy the fresh air. As soon as they take a breath, they can feel the fear, body odor, and excrement of the people around them.

Even if the sun makes them feel dazzling and hot, the PDFs take out weapons from the armory, continue to distribute them to those who are fleeing, and then ask them to defend themselves against the enemy.

But there are not many weapons, and the young people there are selected to use the honorary beam gun. After all, there is no shortage of people in Ruming's nest.

Death and fear held back the greenskin's advance, and while numbers were useless in battle, human shields would have been useful against the Astra Militarum.

Three civilians can exchange for the safety of one soldier. Is it worth it and profitable?

Just like the joke, my orcs will eventually run out, while his people are endless.

Whether they die by a bolter or by a greenskin's knife, most civilians will choose the latter, because if they die in battle they can return to the Emperor, and if they are executed they can be lost in hell.

Such ridiculous and terrible battles spread like flames throughout the hive, but they were not decisive. The decisive thing was the duel between the three officers and the green-skinned One-Eye in the center of the square.

Alan Bair, Avada, and the staff form a triangle. When someone is in the blind spot behind One-Eye, they will attack. If One-Eye attacks sideways, the other person will attack sideways. Can mortals rely on that method to consume them little by little? One-eyed physical strength.

The powerful orc leader has no blood, no good flesh, some are the destructive stance of power fists, some are the beams of hell guns, and some are traces of chainswords.

But their weapons cannot kill One-Eyed. If the power fists and chainswords can cut his aorta or neck, it is barely possible, but otherwise it is too dangerous. If it is touched by the war boss's weapon, the void shield will be destroyed. It will be overloaded instantly.

If one of the three loses combat effectiveness, Ru Ming's delay will not last long. One Eye panted and looked at the three officers.

"You shrimps, you really don't have the strength. Are you going to dodge and fight me?"

The provoking method is low-level and useless. The three of them don't have much honor, especially if they are aliens. The one-eyed man answered with another sting on his back, and smoke was coming out. Then the hell gun welded an astonishing line on his back. Kouzi.

"Shut up, alien!"

Alan Bair cursed, and One-Eye endured the attacks from behind, because when he turned around, he would face attacks from power fists and chain swords.

Although his head, heart, spine, and every other place imaginable were protected by ceramic steel armor embedded in tellurium flesh and blood, the constant attacks left his exposed areas riddled with holes.

The Power Fist's destructive stance can also break through Greenskin armor.

One Eye was dissatisfied and unhappy. Not only did he step into a trap, but he was also besieged by those three bastard shrimps. He could feel his physical strength dissipating, and he felt like the three shrimp officers were watching him eagerly.

But he didn't regret that he gave up his previous tactics. Using long-range weapons to consume them would cause the bunkers there to be cleared by bombs, and then he would be faced with a total attack by the Astra Militarum.

He knew very well that if the Astra Militarum had to choose between killing him or being killed by the greenskins, all the human soldiers there would attack him without hesitation and drive the greenskin army out of control.

In fact, One-Eye is not rational, even if he does WAAAGH following his own desires, he is still absolutely rational.

It was because of the close combat that he did not need to bear the fire of an Astra Militarum company, but the joint harassment of three officers.

Despite the constant ticking of blood, he was suffering from a terrible lack of body fluids. With one eye, he could feel that death was getting closer and closer.

But no, it doesn't matter, he is waiting, he is waiting, waiting for a sound, something he is familiar with and likes...

The staff officer was a little distracted when he saw the green skin, and he slashed with clever sword skills, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. That time he almost sawed off One-Eye's legs and arms completely, but the boss remained unmoved.

All three felt extremely strange, even a little scary, until they heard the humming sound of an engine.

"Oops, it's been too long!" Alan Bair was the quickest to realize that something was good, but it was too late. The huge orc mecha broke through the houses that blocked the orcs' advance, causing countless orcs to roll into the square like sea water.

Facts have proved that Gomao favored One-Eye again, and he managed to hold on. Alan Bayer cursed, and shot One-Eye's head till it was scorched brown, almost cooked. One-Eye couldn't bear the attack and lay on the ground.

But no matter what, the three of them couldn't kill a powerful enough orc boss within the tens of seconds it took for the orcs to charge there...

The staff officer looked dissatisfied at the orcs who broke through the explosive bomb suppression in the distance. "retreat!"

Both Lieutenant Colonel Catachan and Alan Bair showed unbearable expressions until the orc's weapon hit the void shield, and the bubbles gave off a bright red warning color.

"retreat!"

"Everyone retreat!"

The Astra Militarum burly man showed off, raised his heavy weapon, put it into the Chimera, hit the orcs as fast as he could, and left. They asked to camp next to the elevator on the first floor...

It was good that the orcs didn't chase them because they saw the dying One-Eye.

The bosses of the major tribes were gearing up and raising their weapons. There was no doubt that the orcs did not like someone dominating them. In fact, the effect of the plan in Alan Bair was achieved.

The bosses were thinking about whether to ask for One-Eye's legs, arms, thighs, or heads to take back as their trophies, and then continue the long-lasting foreign war.

Until a rough shout appeared.

"Don't move! The boss spared me once, so I'll save him once!" Iron Teeth came to the square surrounded by special warfare boys. Half of his body was filled with the flesh and blood of many ordinary orcs, but he also suffered from this. A lot of combat effectiveness has been restored.

Everyone has to admire the vitality of the orcs. Even if they are almost dead, they only need their heads to be intact so that they can continue fighting even if they are physically dead.

In particular, the rough flesh and bones of the war bosses are as terrifying as tanks. It can be said that the firepower of Lieutenant Colonel Catachan, Staff Officer, and Alan Bair can completely break the armor of a Tiger tank and dismember it in the 4K era. , but was unable to destroy an orc leader in the fastest time.

The plasma overload was enough to seriously injure a Septon Astartes, but it left Iron Fang without a leg or arm.

That is the most terrifying thing about the orcs. They exist without war, die without war, and fight without war.

Even if their wounds are serious enough to be judged biologically as dead, they still need crude and ridiculous treatment to maintain their vitality and survive.

His iron teeth suppressed those bosses who wanted to continue the foreign war. What he did like this was completely disrespectful to the orcs. He could clearly become the war leader himself, but he did not want to help the dying One-Eye and let him be treated by the mad doctor.

Iron Teeth didn't know how to describe his current feelings, but he knew very well that by working with that guy, he could see the green-skinned flames burning the entire galaxy...

He was so convinced that he didn't do it. He stayed by the side of the unconscious One-Eye, watching the mad doctor sew up his severed body and pour various liquids into his body that had lost too much blood. The iron teeth lay in the square, Watch the boys build their own camp.

Then he smiled, yes, he smiled. Orcs' nature is like this. There will be too many obstacles tomorrow and it will be too difficult, but he played so damn well!

"Ahhhh, hahahaha! waaaaagh! waaaaagh!"

His crazy voice aroused the joy of other orcs. The boys demolished the houses, collected the remains of weapons left by the Astra Militarum, and shouted with their boss. The earth-shattering waaaaagh echoed in the hives of the Human Empire, constantly reminding people far away. We lost half the city, the entire world, to the Astra Militarum.

The terrifying sound spread as brightly as the distance. The Astra Militarum had retreated to the elevator on the east floor connected to the first floor. Was the translucent Dark Age relic as old as the city? It was big enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. Once transported, numerous forts and watch towers were also designed to prevent riots in the hive.

But even if the place was impregnable, it could not stop the terrifying voices of the orcs. They were stationed there as if it were clear, and their hearts were full of darkness and despair. That attack took away too many comrades, and even the fourth platoon lost four or five people.

Alan Bair, who was clearly one of the weakest and most tired of the three, walked to the stage, picked up the staff trumpet, and spoke in the eyes of the soldiers, amidst the echoing waaaagh.

"Brothers, do we think those green things won? If it wasn't for luck, that damn war boss would have been killed by them. His disgusting heretic god saved his life."

"But so what? They obviously own half of Karu City, which is not the richest place with the most stuff!"

"Those fat-headed nobles at the top have a lot of good stuff!"

"Now, before the orcs come, don't waste the food and wine, and move those things eastward!"

‘Victory! "

These words quickly convinced the Astra Militarum that the orcs were not victorious, but failed, because they did not attack East Karu City, and they had all the people in the layer area and almost half of the hive!

The officers of the Astra Militarum also came to their senses. Do the nobles at the top have a lot of goodies?

They are organizing people's legs, leading people to walk in the elevator, asking to recycle things.

Alan Bair turned on the speaker and walked tiredly on the edge of the guard tower, looking at the devastated human cities and the green-skinned mechas demolishing houses in the distance.

Those disgusting orcs were trampling on what he once considered stability. He thought he had found a home, but otherwise Ruming couldn't do anything.

He was lying on the top of the guard tower, while the soldiers were resting, but the faint smell of spices attracted his attention...

"Who is so kind?" He smelled it, and it smelled a bit like nutmeg, but the most striking thing was the aroma of meat steak. He followed the smell and walked eastward, only to find that there was an air vent, that is, Are you saying there is someone cooking in the sentry tower?

Alan Bayer walked in curiously and saw the strange environment there. Communicators and weapons were everywhere, but they had been carefully taken care of. Prayers and strange symbols were plastered all over the walls.

The sizzling sound and aroma revealed that the owner was there. Alan Bayer boldly opened the door to the guard room of the watch tower. A blonde and blue-eyed Mechanicus girl walked on her "little horse" and used her legs to The "frying pan" with its extended arm is searing brown steaks.

The gravy overflowed the side of the pot and was full of aroma. She looked at a piece of ancient kraft paper while making pan-fried meat. There were two potato-like starch plants attached to the side of the steak to receive the rich juice on the surface.

Sprinkle seasonings from time to time, even very high-end black pepper...

Alan Bair rubbed the tip of his nose. "Did you not leave?"

The Adeptus Mechanicus girl tilted her head and answered. "No, he discovered something interesting, and he was actually working on that during that time."

"He found a page written with records left over from the Dark Ages in that city. It seems to be the STC at the end of the Dark Ages."

"He has been translating the ancient page, but he has been unable to find a translation that is accurate enough. Now he knows that something is buried somewhere in that city..."

Alan Bayer listened carefully, and then noticed an information point, a residual technology storage point from the Dark Ages?

He instantly felt excited, because the weapons in it were absolutely enough for him to kill One-Eye...

"Let him see..."

When he said it like that, the Mechanicus girl tilted her head. She didn't understand because her memory (brain) recorded that she was not a soldier.

Until Alan Bayer said. "He has ordered me as a second lieutenant platoon leader of the Astra Militarum to show him!"

Although the girl from the Mechanicus had no jurisdiction over it, she was still in the Astra Militarum studying the fall of STC, so she could not help but give out the page of brown paper.

Roel took it and touched it. It felt like the fragile kraft paper would decompose anytime and anywhere. It was an antique that had been stored for countless centuries. He even touched it too hard and accidentally tore a piece of it...

His heart stopped for half a beat. Fortunately, there was no text in that area.

Looking at the vague stuff written on it, he wondered whether it should be a variant language similar to English. He couldn't tell much. As an "ancient" person, he could understand the bytes on it, but he couldn't understand the real meaning. …

Until his "system" that was so silent that it didn't exist suddenly woke up, and light blue subtitles appeared in front of him.

[Discover text and start the translation system. 】

Alan Bayer suddenly noticed that he could understand the words on it... Is that... a purchase order for civilian supplies? !