Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

"Those who commit themselves to Him will not be His best warriors. He will mold them like clay and forge them in the furnace of war."

"They will have a will of steel and a muscle of iron. He will clothe them in great armor and arm them with the mightiest guns. They will not be affected by pestilence or disease, and no disease will wither them. ”

"They will have tactics, strategy, and machinery so that no enemy can defeat them in battle. They will be their bulwark against terror. They will be the defenders of humanity. They will be their Space Marines, and they will know no fear. "

——Lord of Humanity

The mist-like red smoke that rises in the atmosphere of Gondwa VI is not a natural phenomenon, but the traces of burning red phosphorus, the pungent smell and the engineer shovel in the ensign's leg turning over the traitors like stir-fried vegetables.

Red phosphorus cannot destroy those powerful alloys of the 40k era, but it is of great use to the mutated flesh and blood of Space Marines. A black substance similar to carapace or chitin sheets grows on the skin of Space Marines to connect the fiber bundles of power armor. , making its movements sensitive and like one body.

It was as if they were one body in a literal sense. Without the help of the Mechanicus and the Fortress Astartes Monastery, it would be impossible to take off those things.

Ordinary fire works poorly against the solid muscles of the Astartes, so red phosphorus is the best fuel, it is cheap, plentiful, and will not damage the ceramite layer.

The second lieutenant grimaced, covered his nose, and continued to use his legs to stir up some of the Space Marines who were not well-heated, and then calmly buried his burning shovel head with soil.

The earth was burnt brown, and the smell of Space Marine flesh and blood, mutated, rotten, and very red phosphorous, filled that damn place.

"Vomit..." The lieutenant's eyes were rolling in his eyes. Three or four thin cotton swabs were inserted into his throat, stirring it up, and the desire to vomit never ceased.

He would rather live in the bathroom. At least it should be cleaned and there would be no smell, but not that?

The God Emperor is here, find another way to punish him!

When the second lieutenant looked at those burning giants, he couldn't help but think that the Space Marines were not as powerful as he had imagined.

"Alas~"

"Are the Emperor's Angels like that? Is the Empire really hopeless..."

The second lieutenant sighed and covered his mouth and nose with his clothes. He didn't want to go near it for the time being...

But his exclamation was answered. "Of course, the Empire is indeed hopeless, but the Space Marines are definitely good and not useless."

Of course, when a person focuses on one thing, he will lack the ability to observe those around him, and his unfaithful words will also be heard by his boss.

When he noticed, Alan Bair came there at some point. The horse stood up and bowed, with cold sweat on his face because he had just walked east and was lazy.

Alan Bair looked at the burning pit of red phosphorus and waved his leg. "Okay, stop saluting, recruit."

"Then you can't stand it? The smell of rotting corpses during the previous green-skinned war and the body odor of the green-skinned orcs were much more paralyzing."

The second lieutenant walked tiredly on the wet ground of the rain forest. "Oh my god, Emperor, Lieutenant Colonel, he really doesn't know how to describe it. Doesn't that mean the smell of death and war?"

Alan Bair shook his head. "Then it's just the burning smell of corpses and red phosphorus. I've never seen a battlefield before."

The ensign didn't understand. "Didn't they fight a war before, those traitors and theirs?"

Alan Bair said as he looked at the burning pit. "An enemy without tactical organization is not a war. No matter how powerful the command, coordination, and weapons are, it will be useless if they cannot be effective where they belong."

"That group of giants is like this. They have powerful physical strength, power armor, explosive bombs, and chain swords, but they can't cover and cooperate with each other. They are just a group of thugs with amazing equipment."

"The sharp blade of a Space Marine is always not about tactics, but its essential combat effectiveness is secondary. However, it is easy for people to put the cart before the horse and develop an irreversible worship of its power."

"In that dark universe, personal power and personal heroism are destined to go nowhere."

The second lieutenant listened in fascination, and then asked a question with some confusion. "Lieutenant Colonel, why did I tell him that?"

Alan Bayer rubbed his Dongba's rustling beard. "Because... he wants to pretend to be smart in front of others so that he can convince others, is that okay?"

The second lieutenant nodded. Neither of them were fools. It was obvious that Alan Bayer wanted to mentor the talented second lieutenant, but was unable to speak. The second lieutenant also felt the same way as Ming Hong, and they both chose silence at the same time.

At the end of the dark forty thousand years, in the first few decades, all the chaos and terror would arise. Compared to Dong, the second lieutenant was more worried about whether he would live long enough to use the lieutenant colonel's advice.

Few people in his hometown lived past 30, or even 20, and he never thought that he could come to the East of the Sun. He should have died, but if the Empire and the Emperor needed him, he would linger on.

In contrast, although he felt that the Lieutenant Colonel was an absolute hero, he could not understand why he valued himself so highly.

But Alan Bayer, as someone who has been there, naturally knows that they are very similar, that second lieutenant, who has a great future.

The two of them looked at the burned-out red phosphorus and moved forward to open up the corpses. The transformed abdomen, stomach, heart, and thickened bones were all traces of mental transformation. Although it was pitch black, they could be seen. Come to the conclusion of what a radical change they have undergone.

The Space Marine is nothing like this. The Emperor's blade, the Empire's honor, and the work of tens of millions of people can create a single killing machine.

The ensign couldn't help but lament that if they served the Empire, God knows how many aliens and heretics would die from bolters and chainsaws.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer said. "Don't be sad, they are traitors, they killed three thousand of their brothers, their former compatriots."

Then he picked out a skull from the pit. The horns sprouted out from the face, and the mouth was no longer human-like. "I don't think such things are worthy of our compatriots?"

The second lieutenant's face was frozen. His terrifying appearance was exactly the same as that of the mutants in the hive, so could they be called interstellar warriors?

Alan Bair continued. "When they leave the Emperor's light and step into the darkness of the universe, they are doomed to tragedy."

"Those evil gods and weird beliefs will destroy them. They are like food wrapped in spider webs, injected with venom, slowly turning into the most delicious meal, but sleeping peacefully in a bed made of spider silk, feeling good. "

"Evil and heretical cannibals will not spit out their bones. Always remember that in that dark universe, the Emperor is the only sun."

"Now, go make him what he needs, Lieutenant!"

The ensign saluted, nodded fiercely, and ran to the place where the Chimera was stagnant, and then the engineering troops began to move and weld the remains of the Astartes armor.

Things are proceeding in an orderly manner, and in the void, the world is not stagnant. The Ministry of Military Affairs in the Pangia sub-sector and the satellite of the agricultural world close to the maelstrom are by no means a peaceful place.

Lieutenant General Makato Katowice, commander of the 1st Armored Regiment of the Astra Militarum Pangia, commander of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Lornegar Gray, and commander-in-chief of the 3rd Army of the Pangia Subsector, was reprimanding him in his tactical department office. A certain former major general during the retreat of Gondwa VI.

"I gave up my own troops and the world I protected. If my family was not prominent and took away most of the imperial officials, he should have shot me. Compared to Lieutenant Colonel Don Alan Bair and that... that other staff officer Loyalty comes from underestimating responsibility."

"Former Major General Nico Nilomu, speaking of which, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer did not deny my application and allowed him to join the Astra Militarum. This can be considered as a mistake."

Nilomu's face was ashen. Although his family was prominent and no one in the sub-sector would blame him for his real crime, he could not escape his guilt. Rumor had it that the nobles in the entire sector looked at him coldly.

It doesn't really matter if you leave the war zone, but if the soldiers who stayed in the East unexpectedly won the war that the commander judged to be irreversible, the situation changed. That was not a disqualification, but a deserter!

The culture of worshiping force in the empire has a history of thousands of years. If Minnilomu brings shame to the family, it will make him a target of public criticism.

He sighed.

"He knows, my lord, he signed..."

He signed the Gothic sign on the vellum with a picture of dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky, which meant that he, on behalf of his family, requested to provide the Astra Militarum with 30% of all products in its domain as support for maintaining the Holy War of the Empire.

It also means that the huge family that ruled several worlds has reached the end of its destiny. In fact, Nilomu is already satisfied. According to his behavior, it is not normal even if the Inquisition comes to the door.

He can definitely be suspected of communicating with the green-skinned alien, begging to send the Imperial world to the alien's legs.

When Nilom left, the Lieutenant General looked at the brown paper and put it away cherishedly. Then he smiled and turned on his communicator. "In the morning, prepare Goro steaks and good Bar wine. He wants to get drunk and rest!"

But he is not an ungrateful person. His lucky star lies in that forest world.

He switches channels. "He, Lieutenant General Marcato, is in charge of the Ministry of Finance. Didn't he have extra supplies recorded during that period? That batch of goods was sent to the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment."

"What? I can't find that group? Was it newly built recently?"

"Remember I owe him 30 kilograms of alloy? Now take a closer look at my kraft paper, hurry up!"

"Found it? That's good, send it over now, don't waste a few years!"

"What? Lingke Silence, it's been two months? Is there a subspace problem?"

"Fart, I just came from that world two months ago!"

When the lieutenant general hung up the phone, those rubbish officials knew how to delay. He was usually good-tempered and well-known, but he was so angry that he was so angry. How could there be such an unexpected subspace storm?

unless…

The lieutenant general frowned. The empire was vast and it was normal for something like that to happen, but it would be too outrageous to have something happen to him as soon as he stepped forward!

He picked up the communicator. "He has something to do, don't prepare the wine."

"Has the Golo steak been cooked? Give it to the family pet, he has to be on the boat."

"Remember not to let the servants at home stop working. They took a three-minute break this time and he lost a lot."

He adjusts the channel. "Not the Finance Department? Not him, Lieutenant General Makato, stop messing with those magical things, give him the supplies, and he will take the fleet to deliver them."

"Get the things to the port and stop messing with those Lingke communications every day. Now let him expedite that matter!"

After hanging up the communicator, Marcato rubbed his temples. Although there were often problems with Lingke Star Language in the empire, even as a high-level official of the Astra Militarum, he could not live through life and death.

Of course, there are many people from prominent families who come here, but Makato's hometown is not the powerful nobles of the ancient fortress world, but the knight family of the primitive world. He was added to the star as the eleventh tax because he is the 11th eldest in the family. The Boundary Army has been around for almost 20 years.

He obviously doesn't disapprove of those guys who are in the same position. Rather, he has a very accurate sense of what is wrong, which has also enabled him to survive again and again and reach the height of Ruming.

Makato was wearing a cloak representing a lord, marked with the imperial military rank, and the double-headed eagle emblem was shining brightly. As he walked through the corridor of the Ministry of Military Affairs, people looked sideways and saluted. This would deny the majesty of the Imperial Lieutenant General and also let the sub-sector For the first time, the finance department was wrong about the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

The person responsible for that incident, the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, Ru Ming looked at his leg while repairing the car.

When the ensign lay on the Chimera's barrel and used a welder to cut open the Chimera's firing point, the electrical engineering full of hive city atmosphere was revealed.

The Adeptus Mechanicus asked whether it would be convenient for other forge worlds to process Chimera. As the chassis of most war engine shrines in the Empire, Chimera would have fairly good modular capabilities.

But the second lieutenant didn't know that he didn't even know how to dismantle the gun barrel, so he used a welder and cutter to get it, and then welded the hot-melt muzzle for urban defense on it.

As for launch?

Well, the second lieutenant is not colorblind. He knows very well that just connect the lines with the wrong colors as usual, blue is wrong with blue, and red is wrong with red.

well? Why is there an extra one?

The second lieutenant thought for a while and realized that many devices would have extra lines as backups. Is this definitely the case?

He did have a good idea, but the problem is whether the heat dissipation required by the melt can be maintained by two devices. The Chimera's explosive turret only needs one. Now the problem is also very simple. The scalability coefficient of the melt is much higher than that of the explosive. Okay, cummed too much and the cocoa exploded...

But as the green-skinned boss, Alan Bayer thought about how to use this thing, so he fired it directly at his legs and into the forest.

The unique sizzling sound of the hot melt and the buzzing sound produced by the promethium generator covered up the abnormal sound caused by poor heat dissipation. The violent hot melt light exploded. In the eyes of normal people, Ru Ming's Chimera has transformed into an achievement. A true anti-vehicle weapon.

Most people didn't realize how big a problem it was whether a vehicle could be converted into a turret. At least the technical sages were so angry that they fainted, and then lit incense and chanted sutras for the Chimera to appease its burning machine soul.

Alan Bair walked east of the Chimera, patting its thick armor. "Well done, Lieutenant, have I considered going to the Engineering Corps to do armored vehicle maintenance?"

After saying that, the 13 Chimera armored vehicles there all swayed slightly, but the soil in the rainforest was soft, so it might have sunk a little.

The ensign shook his head. "Soldiers of the empire only exist to kill heretics when faced with the enemy. Lieutenant Colonel, it is already a great honor for you to let him ride on the Chimera!"

Alan Bair nodded. The transformation of the first and second rows is almost completed now. Since the core heat dissipation and energy source have not been changed, the body and overload have not been changed. According to the Chimera's character of stabilizing the soul of the machine, the start-up has been completed in an orderly manner.

Two terrifying war engine shrines were running in the open space, crushing and smashing the target Space Marine armor.

Ruming's Fourth Infantry Regiment of Cadiz finally has armored strength!

perhaps…

I wonder if that thing can be opened