Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Since things got better, the staff officer rarely had free time. Ruming, he was having dinner with his second lieutenant, who was now a lieutenant colonel.

When the pan was frying butter, it made a sizzling sound and the aroma of coal was unnoticed. Times have changed, and it is hard to imagine that Xuan Ruming, a recruit at that time, was no longer a regiment-level cadre.

The staff officer used scissors to cut off the fat from the Glocks steak, and cooked it with butter and black pepper until it was about 70 to 80% cooked.

Alan Bair looked there. It was a nice place to live, full of sunshine and green plants, but it was not as big and wasteful as other noble mansions. The consultant said that he was not used to the beautiful architectural style of the empire, so he I built that cabin on the second floor.

He and his soldiers built it with their own hands. Even though there were many places that were not perfect, such as the crooked pillars, Alan Bair had to comment that the staff's home was more cozy than the Planetary Governor's Castle.

Alan Bayer couldn't help but sigh when he saw the steak being served with lemon. "He really thinks that with my status, I shouldn't use my legs to cook."

He cut into a small piece of juicy steak and chewed it gently. The soft and tender meat was sent by countless people in the empire. It was transported through subspace and grew up in an agricultural world. It was born. Earth is hundreds of thousands of light years away...

The staff officer didn't answer anything, so he put his dinner next to him, leaned against the wooden dining table and started writing on the vellum.

Alan Baier swallowed the meat and asked. "Astra Militarum standard format, A4? What should I write?"

The staff officer replied. "His discharge form."

Alan Beyer asked. "Do I want to leave?" He put the tableware down gently. For this man who was both a teacher and a friend, his feelings had always been complicated.

The staff officer shook his head. "His service period is very long, and he is used to writing documents. However, he does plan to retire early. He plans to travel in the galaxy for the rest of his life. Can he become a rogue trader, or can he simply walk around? Walk."

"His first stop was Valhalla, then Holy Terra..."

The staff officer placed himself in an infinite fantasy, but Alan Bayer said. "Stop writing it. It's really unlucky. Didn't you know that people who write things like that in literary and artistic works will die dramatically?"

"That's called foreshadowing. It's a hint to the audience about the character's fate. It's a very classic kicking technique."

The staff officer moved his legs. "What is the fate of life? Just like war, there are suddennesses and accidents. He didn't think there was any "foreshadowing" when Lieutenant Colonel Avada left, soldier."

The staff officer made a "" sign with his legs, that is, bending his index and middle fingers next to his cheek to ridicule someone's whims...

"There will be no war, at least not for that period of time. The captain is helping them check and patrol Mandeville Point, do you understand?"

"Unless the enemy can travel without using subspace, they will not be able to detect the enemy. Even if the enemy reaches their orbit, the firepower of the Lunar-class cruiser will definitely be enough."

The staff officer was an old general who was on the stage. Alan Bair could not deny that there was no so-called foreshadowing in life, and everything was unexpected and stupid.

He cut his own steak and chewed it tastelessly, because there were too many people who came to that world without going through the warp, Necron, Eldar webway, Greenskin jump...

They finished dinner, drank tea, walked on the ground floor to eat, and walked in the garden. At this moment, they had to mention that the starry sky in that world was very beautiful, with many stars. Without a zenith on the ground floor, it was even more difficult to see. beauty.

In the forest in the distance, creatures like pterodactyls flew in the air from time to time. The decaying vegetation and the hot and humid air gave the place a feeling of being in another world.

Whenever Alan Bayer thought about whether he could save Donglai from that world, he would be even more amazed by her beauty.

But if the situation is clear, the two senior officials will have a little free time in the morning. The training of new recruits and the handover of materials from other worlds will be a good thing, but they will not be able to fight for it with a sea of ​​corpses. , will naturally feel bored.

They hope even more that they can die of boredom, because peace is more precious than war, and it shines like a gem in the dark universe.

The staff officer looked at the sky and asked suddenly. "That star shines so brightly, does it feel a bit unnatural?"

Alan Bayer looked in that direction and saw two stars, one large and one small, shining at each other constantly, as if they were chatting, which made people feel very romantic.

But such things can only be considered romantic if they are seen outside the atmosphere, because the shining lights are not the so-called stars, but the mutual reflections of the Moon-class cruiser Bordeaux and the Ghost of Destruction.

When countless light spears, large-scale melts, and even more exaggerated things shone in the faint light of stars in the endless dark void, the captain of the Bordeaux moon-class cruiser stood on the bridge and looked at the terrifying heretic battleship. The ship's database (a pile of parchments) could almost find the name of the battleship as quickly as possible (about two hours).

The captain quickly understood that what was more terrifying was not the huge size and pitch-black appearance of the battleship, but its master, the Black-Hearted King, the traitor to the Space Marines, Huron.

The gleam of the void shield illuminated the imperial steel that made the battleship, and the space of tens to hundreds of kilometers was illuminated brightly. However, the side light spear of the moon-class cruiser did not pose a great threat to the other side.

If Huron had not needed mechanical sages, I am afraid that all the firepower of the 7-kilometer-long Ghost of Destruction would have destroyed the entire moon level in an instant.

But the captain of the Bordello was very smart. He deliberately let the Mechanicus warships surround him. He immediately noticed that the enemy was concerned about it, and was greedy for the Mechanicus STC, which was undoubtedly the common point of the traitors of the Empire.

The mechanical sage data craftsman Griza Darax appeared on the communication screen. Her almost emotionless words revealed her disgust for Chaos. Her servo skulls all liked those things.

"Captain, thank you for your support. The light of Om Messiah is shining, but his warship machine soul is trembling. The attack of the heretic prevents him from loading his reactor. The warship cannot enter sublight travel tomorrow."

This is not good news. The captain nodded, saluted, turned off the monitor, and then shouted to others calmly.

"Keep firing, Astropath sends a signal to the east, asking for orbital artillery support, they are fighting and retreating, preparing to reach the ground orbital layer."

The captain's combat power is unquestionable, even if he uses the Mechanicus warship as a cover, it is a smart choice, but he seems to have forgotten one thing, that is, the world of Gondva VI in the Gondva sub-sector has no anti-orbital firepower at all.

When such news fell on the ground command center, Alanbair's radio sent out intermittent sounds.

After reporting the situation in the void, Alanbair's face was livid, because he only heard the words "orbital support". What orbital support did he use? Use a TM laser gun?

The staff also showed a bitter expression, and Alanbair thought for a long time on the spot, and pressed the radio to the east. "Answer him, orbital support will take 3 hours to be ready!"

The staff asked. "Where do I get the weapons?"

Alanbair said. "The immortal has his own ingenious plan."

When the information returned to the void, the void shield of the Moon-class cruiser had been paralyzed, and the warships within about five kilometers were hit hard, with a lot of lightning and personnel losses reaching a very terrible situation, but the captain remained calm and slowly approached the direction of that world.

Without sublight speed flight, they can continue to be beaten, and they must not close the distance between the enemy and him, otherwise they will encounter the most terrible boarding battle in that world.

He has done his best, and all that is left is to pray to the Emperor...

At this moment, in the Destruction Ghost ship, the Blackheart King is chatting with his subspace pet Hamadria, and the twisted and terrifying thing stands on his shoulder, like a pirate in the ancient Terra period.

"They are finished, but he prefers the sight of the cannon shooting and destroying them." Huron stroked his pet Dongba fiercely. If that place was Dongba... But such leisure and ease could not last too long. During the long tug of war, the dimensional blacksmith, Armenius Valtex, was reporting to his master. His vocal cords seemed to be greatly damaged. He could rely on implants to keep his voice normal. "My Lord, the enemy is approaching the orbit of a world. Can they face the orbital defense force?" The Blackhearted King looked at the emerald green gem in the distance. "They want to dock, right? Dock in the endless void war, and the flames of war will continue to burn into the port. Death in the void is obviously more gentle." Armenius Valtex nodded. He did not dare to disobey his master too much, but he still answered. "The enemy doesn't have much orbital defense power. It's like a garden world. They can directly land at the star port of the enemy's capital and crush those mortals with the power of countless war brothers." The Blackheart King thought for a moment, and his superhuman mind instantly launched many ideas, such as the enemy has quite powerful firepower, but he must give up that idea and approach the enemy's core area directly. "Valtex, follow my plan. He won't restrict me too much. He believes that any brother who follows him will be strong and wise. He can leave the war to us." "But remember, don't let him down, Valtex!" Valtex knelt on one knee and paid tribute to his master. Then the Blackheart King also withdrew from the command point and handed over the next matter to his capable general. Many commanders do not have such courage and determination. There is no doubt that Huron is so successful in the vortex where the heroes gather. There must be something unique. If it is not just tyranny, it will not stand. Soon the Rune Blacksmith showed his terrible power. Countless data streams were connected to his mind. All firepower and shields became his own game.

But that could not only improve the overall firepower and shield power, but also improve the performance of the Destruction Ghost. The consumption of connecting the machine soul to the Rune Blacksmith was also very great. In this case, the Destruction Ghost was like a sheepdog driving sheep, pulling the battlefield closer to the orbit of the planet step by step.

Three hours of battleship battle was not a matter of a moment, but the shield of the Moon-class cruiser had already been paralyzed, and the strong composite metal could not withstand the continuous bombardment.

The Moon-class cruiser was like a whale half eaten by a shark in the ocean. It was nothing, its body was broken, and it was dragging a lot of scrap metal to approach the orbit.

Among the large number of lost hulls, there were tens of thousands of loyal imperial navy, and cold corpses and iron were floating in the void.

At this moment, the data of the Mechanical Sage actually read a trace of sadness, but she was not sad because of the death of the Imperial soldiers, but because she felt the wailing of the Moon-class Cruiser Machine Soul.

In comparison, the death of tens of thousands of people can ensure the safety of STC, which is definitely worth it, but the loss of the cruiser makes the mechanical sage heartbroken!

The captain is looking at the green garden world in the east at this moment, and his heart is even more impatient. If he fires two more volleys, the structure of the battleship will completely collapse.

The Destruction Ghost will not wait. The former Star Claw, the bright red pirate, and the ruthless light spears will be fired at the same time. In just a moment, hundreds of people, hundreds of millions of kilograms of iron, are instantly scattered in the void.

The chief astrologer of the Bordello shouted. "The battleship has lost more than 50%, and the light spear battle train can no longer be started!"

In comparison, the shield of the Destruction Ghost is still shining, and the desperate battle is probably like this.

When the evil battleship gathered terrible power again, the captain shouted to the communicator. "Everyone, leave the transport ship and enter the planetary orbit. They need to leave and continue to work for the Empire, but the Bordello will live forever!" Then he turned off his communicator, or all the communication equipment on the bridge, and silently looked at the terrible Chaos Space Marine flagship in the distance. The captain of the Empire, the ship was still alive, he drove the sublight engine at full speed with the remaining half of the hull, ready to die with the traitors! A moment later, huge shells were fired from the surface of the world. Was it an anti-orbital gun? Dozens of violent impacts hit the Destruction Ghost, which did not pay attention to the planetary orbit attack. The powerful energy instantly overloaded the shield of the Destruction Ghost. The rune blacksmith hurriedly started the engine to leave the vicinity of the orbit of that world... On the surface, Alan Baier stood in a cannon made of a pile of garbage, imitating the orcs to show off. "I am awesome, I am the best!" The fourth row of the Star Army had just completed the task of saving the green-skinned garbage cannon from the melting field, and they looked at their leader's "performance art" in a daze. There was a terrible war machine that kept roaring.

The brave recruit approached the staff officer and asked. "How long has the commander had that symptom?"

The staff officer rubbed Dongba. "Maybe he has become green-skinned?"