Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The beauty of the garden world once amazed the sons of Baal. It was not the pearl of the empire, nor was it a rare bright thing in the long darkness. People are biased against beautiful things, let alone angels.

When the greenskin blood spread all over the forest, and the alien genes in it were burned away by the flames, the Sons of Sanguinius who completed their mission collected supplies from the remains of the city swept by the greenskins. When the sergeants in the Astartes obtained the ancient Books, according to imperial instructions, such things should be judged by Lian Zhitan, but the sergeant had studied archeology for a period of time, and he and his scholar servants knew the fonts.

He quickly realized that the appearance outside would allow the world to protect itself when it faced new dangers, and also strengthen the empire's military strength, but he did not hesitate to choose to trust the mortals of that world.

He lacks the mortal arrogance of a Space Marine, especially because his life was saved by mortal fire support during the war.

And the most important thing is that he is willing to give special affection to those servants who donated his blood. But for the Astartes of the Ming Dynasty, such affection can fail, but if someone You can see that the God-Emperor was wrong about the initial demands of the Space Marines, and you will find out whether the sergeant is truly "perfect".

But it has to be said that the Blood Angel had the foresight. The sergeant quickly realized that the green skins would have a lingering haze on that planet, and the trees would be where the green skins breed, and a large number of beasts would occupy it. , hindering the stationing and transformation of the empire.

Even though the Astra Militarum fighting alongside them had impressive combat capabilities and strong will, they were generally unsatisfactory.

But whether the long time is enough to change a mortal, the sergeant looked at the rich planet, whether it would give her a chance of survival in the green skin attack, the sergeant decided to look for the legacy in the file.

However, that world was covered with human buildings in the dark technological age. It seemed that it was open to humans from other worlds as a tourist attraction. Although the natural environment was deliberately preserved, and even the environment of that world was artificial, there was no trace of it. Doubts, trying to find a small place in a world through vague handwriting and half-baked ancient language that has been passed down for thousands of years is surprisingly difficult.

Even the emperor's angels must go through adventures like the ancient hero Hercules to find clues of ancient technology. They have massacred orc camps and fought against the invasion of Ada pirates. In that world, they were like gods, but they Whereabouts are uncertain.

In fact, most of today's cities were built with the help of that team of Astartes, and the people of the Empire were happy to provide their blood to the Sons of Sanguinius, but there is no doubt that the frequency of such battles is too high. Gao Gao, tired of traveling and traveling, they traveled all over the world and discovered the secrets in ancient relics.

That would deny the reality of the rupture of human civilization. Even the toughest warriors of the empire could not use a short period of time to analyze the simplest words. They traveled all over the world just to find vague documentary records.

When the Blood Angels' flagship left early, they fought in that world, when the inhabitants fell short of their worship, they searched in that world, until the Sergeant discovered that their starting point was not the end, fatigue, battle wounds, and the tricks of fate brought his Black rage reached its peak.

At the last moment, he entered the technological coffin in the ancient ruins and the stasis generator.

The other Space Marines could not prevent such a thing from happening, and they did not dare to leave with the ancient technology, because the technology in that world was insufficient to provide the operation of the stagnant position, so they asked to be taken away from there, and if the source of power was cut off for a few hours, the sergeant would Completely swallowed by anger, he turned into the angel who once guarded Terra in hell.

They can leave hints to future generations and transform the records in ancient documents into ones that are easier to understand. However, they cannot say it directly. They can blur the words so that those greedy mortals cannot see the red.

They took away the iron men and large knight titans there, leaving behind weapons that could be used by mortals and their own commanders, and then joined their battle brothers.

The archeology alone took two months at the limit of a mortal's lifespan, a full two hundred years.

When the sergeant was also silent in the garden world he loved, his brother Liudong's initial warning was that he and the people who found him could live up to their loyalty and dignity, and yes, live up to the blood of Sanguinius.

But whether a loyal and kind warrior has been limited by defects buried deep in his genes, his reason and wisdom are gone, and he only has the most basic anger, loyalty, and pain.

For the angel who nuked mankind made such a curse, no matter what, the blood thirst and black rage represent the pain of the sons of Baal, and also represent their honor, the wail in the dark universe.

As it turns out, the time has come for the Emperor's angels to manifest their significance.

Although Alan Bayer didn't know, the current war situation on the ground had reached a precarious stage. When a large number of green-skinned mechas roared and exploded in the void shield, there were intermittent sounds on the radio that made Alan Bayer very anxious. I almost realized how good it was.

Ru Ming said on the ground that the firepower from the wrong side exceeded expectations. Orc explosives burst out from the powerful roaring engines and exploded at the head of the Astra Militarum. The trenches and sentry towers dissipated in an instant. The staff officer looked at the situation in surprise from the command room at the rear. , only to find that his fourth company suddenly lost contact...

There were fragments and rubbish everywhere, and the copper and iron walls turned into construction debris and ruins. The lucky soldiers were missing arms and legs, and blood flowed from the broken places. The unlucky soldiers had already seen the emperor.

The staff officer was guessing that the orks had installed artillery equipment on the mechas to attack human positions, and the Astra Militarum made it impossible for a regiment to have artillery and infantry at the same time because of the damn second founding of the army. Once again , the empire's system has brought down the warriors of the Astra Militarum, but have the staff noticed why those orcs can accurately bombard?

He thought hard, but found that in front of the window of the headquarters, next to the inconspicuous bunker, in the rough trench, a small green thing was chattering away with rough equipment.

Damn it, that disgusting alien communicator in its legs is constantly transmitting its location!

The staff officer was pulling out his leg gun, and the explosive bomb turned the fart into a bowl of mushroom juice, but he was suddenly aware of the problem.

"Quick, quick, get out of there, soldier, hurry up!" He shouted to the lieutenants. The others did not understand the situation. What they saw was that the staff officer suddenly cursed, fired out of the window, and then immediately begged. They evacuated, but the obedience of the soldiers saved them again. After they left the place very quickly, dozens of orc explosives and garbage projectiles hit the command room.

The lieutenants held communication equipment and emergency power supplies and watched their command room being destroyed, but they did not immediately transmit the equipment to other soldiers.

"There were greenskins in the previous bombings, those little bastard greenskins. They mixed those things into the shells!"

"Those disgusting aliens will report our location to their masters, and they will move away immediately when they appear!"

When the soldiers received the news, they began to pay attention to their surroundings. When they realized that those small things were more deadly than the big ones, many people did not even have time to collect the heavy explosives and left the guard tower, but no matter what, such a strategy although the bunker was lost and defense, but still retains a large amount of battlefield effectiveness.

Since the overall war situation was still inadequate, the staff had to place their hopes on Lieutenant Colonel Avada's troops.

And Avada Rumin is approaching the greenskin camp. Can he be the person who has changed the most in that world? From being embraced by companions to Rumin training gentle aliens, from forests to walking in reinforced concrete pipes.

The Catachan people would not admit defeat. They had two choices: life and death. When he touched his shotgun and power fists, he was filled with anger at the greenskins.

In the dim promethium lamp shines east.

He walked through the muddy, filthy and disgusting East Waterway. He twisted the air valve with his legs and fingers, and a squeaking sound appeared, and the door of the East Waterway could be opened.

The new Catachans he trained were even more resentful towards the greenskins. They were all local hunters in Karu City, people who provided natural resources to the residents and the city, but their families were destroyed because of the greenskin attacks.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada took note of their anger, and used war and words as hammers to hit those few warriors. It seemed that they were no longer thick iron, and had formed the shape of swords, slowly piercing the throats of the greenskins. .

The war cans slowly walked through the streets. The greenskins were intently watching the war fireworks fired from the cans. Their rough voices were grunting and dazzling. Catachan didn't care what they thought. They just wanted to cut off the necks of those greenskins.

When the greenskins walked freely by the East Water Channel, their thick bronze legs and arms would suddenly grab the greenskins' ankles, strangling their lives with anger and strength before they could even scream.

Even the most terrifying killing cans will be turned into scrap metal by the melt gun, making no sound, just like what Lieutenant Colonel Catachan once said.

In the forest, the most dangerous things are silent.

The greenskins are guaranteed not to be defeated by the group army. A large number of cans surround the war camp in a U-shape, which also makes it impossible for the cans to support each other. Even though One Eye is very smart, it is inevitable that there will be oversights, which means Catachan is not dead.

When Duyan realized what happened, he watched in Brother Mao's mecha as all the barrages on his right side disappeared and the communicator went silent. He thought for a while and laughed.

"Wrong, I don't like unilateral killings, I like killing each other!"

"What? Solve those hidden shrimps?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to care."

"Shut up, I'm the boss."

"I'm the only one who provides ideas!"

‘Watch and see…”

One Eye said to himself.

he shouted after a moment. "Boys, waaaagh!" A huge voice came from Brother Mao's tattered body. The huge ancient giant machine's tracks slowly moved forward. Other cans, boys, and even farts were showing off their expectations. A long time coming.

"Waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The sound that shook the world was like the howling of hell, echoing in Karu City, and even those with a little courage could not help but excrete their own excrement.

When countless greenskins moved forward like the tide in the ocean, even Lieutenant Colonel Avada couldn't help but sigh and pray. "Oh God Emperor!"

He turned on the communicator and got into the east water channel. "The enemy attacks, the number is at ten thousand!"

Next to the sacred stairs, in the camp, the staff officer looked ashen when he received the news. He had expected countless miracles, but this would not be the reality. When the green-skinned boss became the war chief to rule the entire tribe, his fate may have been doomed. .

He put down his staff hat and picked up the Tanner tea on the table. He actually wanted to travel to Valhalla. Although the place was not suitable for traveling, he secretly felt that the world of ice and snow was destined for him. Maybe, he begged to see the God-Emperor.

He had been a poor man all his life. His parents died, he was brainwashed at school, and he was fed drugs. He was like a cold iron plate until he saw the relevant records of Staff Kane.

He just began to think about true loyalty, but he really didn't think about it. Even after serving for so long, he still didn't know it.

For some reason, he began to think about what would happen if the second lieutenant next to him faced a situation like this?

He would take out something and shout at the greenskin...

"Fuck him!"

Wrong, wrong, yes, that taste. The counselor drank all the Tanner tea in the cup. Ah, it’s really good to taste your own collection at the beginning of life. But don’t store it for so long, it’s a bit moldy. …

That's right... The staff officer suddenly realized that he had just heard an auditory hallucination. He looked left and right, but there was a terrible messy battlefield and green waves in the distance.

Until there was a Chimera that no one had applied for, with a huge metal structure on top, and the shooting holes on the car had strange colors that did not belong to the Astra Militarum. Some of the beams touched the green skin, even the boss-level green skin would. Decompose him instantly.

Some projectiles are like diseases. When they hit the enemy's exterior, the green skin next to them will instantly roll on the ground in pain.

There was something even more terrifying, like a missile exploding in a herd of beasts, or something shot out from the co-pilot by Alan Beyer in the cockpit.

Is it a relic leg gun, or an archaeological leg gun, or... Anyway, the empire doesn't have an accurate name for it, is it a pistol of the human command class in the Dark Ages, which can shoot terrifying small hydrogen bombs with great power!

John shouted while piloting the Chimera now. "Boss, what is that?!"

Alan Bayer cursed. "He just fired three bullets, don't look at it, shoot towards the big hole, and then let the angel go east!"

John Ma was answering. "No, boss!"

When the Chimera roughly crushed the orcs and dropped the metal coffin to the ground with a drift, the entire battlefield fell silent, and the orcs murmured.

"Is that a shrimp thing?" He fired at it curiously, but such an action would cause the gun to destroy the static position of the device, and the angel who had been silent for seven hundred years revived again.

When the blond giant climbed out of his coffin, the pitch-black armor looked crazy and holy on the skeleton, a ray of light shined through the top of the eastern layer of the nest destroyed by the green skin, which happened to shine on the awakening angel.

He stood up slowly and looked around, an inexplicable and crazy anger burning in his heart, and he was showing off his strength. "Heretic! Traitor!"

Then he cried and said something. "Bros!"

Then he picked up his chain sword and slashed at the nearest orc, as if he were in a no-man's land, with blood all over his armor, as if begging to turn his powered armor back into bright red.

Even if they were far away, the Astra Militarum or civilians who could see the scene at this moment saluted in unison, crossing their legs and arms in front of their chests.