Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The ordinary garden world of Gondvar VI had been the scene of countless wars. Victory or defeat, death and killing had always accompanied the entire galaxy.

The rain forest was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. The guerrilla warfare of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment had been going on for several months. When three Chimera armored vehicles entered the forest abnormally, the roar of the Empire's engines crushed the innocent green plants, and the soldiers appeared in neat steps. The Catachan elite troops lurking in the forest revealed their silent and deadly bodies.

"Catachan is in the captain, Norconn, reporting to you, Lieutenant Colonel!"

He performed the Sky Eagle Salute, his muscles swelled, and he was full of murderous intent. The twisted and mutated skulls of the betrayers were hung all over the Catachan's hidden temporary camps. Weapons and their skins were used as decorations, representing the merits of the Catachans' victory this time.

After the terrible red giant killed Catachan's companions, he had been planning for revenge tomorrow for a long time.

Alan Baier would not sympathize with those things. He patted the strong and strong-smelling captain on the shoulder. 'Well done, I did a good job. Now send the surrounding deployment of the enemy camp, the enemy's troops, and the auspicious scan map to his personal tablet. " "It's the Emperor. His light shines on me. I'm wrong. How is the battle of the black sheep he mentioned?" The captain replied. "Yes, it's going well. Several traitors have begun to try to communicate with them, but they didn't answer." Alan Baier looked at the dark forest in the distance and said. "He doesn't care about them. The key is to bury the glory of the Emperor, and then destroy the existence of the traitors when they are exhausted." "Now, everyone rest and pay attention to concealment. The offensive operation will begin in two hours. The enemy has defensive works and heavy bunkers, and there will probably be no shortage of explosive bombs. They have no artillery support. Prioritize sniping around the enemy. "

"Call the best marksman from each company, each with a beam carbine, and attack the Chaos Servant troops. The Space Marines will immediately withdraw to support them, and be careful not to be out of the range of the explosive bombs."

"Others stay hidden and rest."

That was already quite outrageous theater command for the Empire. Without artillery fire, armor, and orbital advantages, most Imperial officers would give up eradicating Chaos and choose to wait.

Because the siege efficiency of infantry is too poor, unless they are not afraid of death.

And Alanbair may have realized that. In the dense forest, the beams streaked through the air and hit the traitor's mortal troops. The high alloy defense works, the flaws adjacent to each other, and the jagged bomb positions did not find the hidden veterans.

The terrain of Gondvar VI is a nightmare for Chaos traitors. There is no doubt that when they saw their teammates suddenly fall, they were confused. Shooting the forest with explosives only resulted in more deaths. Such things happened everywhere, and chaotic emotions and fears grew among the traitors.

Although the Chaos traitors never cared much about the loss of personnel, and soon new guns were coming again, they soon realized that there were real killers in the ferns.

Three hours, a full three hours of guerrilla sniper warfare made the mortal servants dare not step into the defense project again, but once the Space Marines appeared, they would find that there was no one there.

That is the gap between new recruits and veterans. Many times, it is not that the Imperial commander does not want to use such tactics, but that the new recruits cannot meet such tactical requirements.

Command loyalty, service The combination of factors such as sex, reaction, hit rate, the grasp of killing, and the emotions of the heart completed Ruming's plan of playing with the demigod in a mortal body.

Vengar, the former Blood Angel, was very dissatisfied with Ruming's situation. He had completely lost hope in mortals. Those weak and powerless beings were useless. They were just a bunch of straw bags and trash. They could only clean the shoes of the Space Marine brothers and clean the decks.

But he couldn't get out, because the bunker was the only way for the Space Marines to defeat the Imperial Guards. If he went out, facing the forest and darkness, Superman might not be much stronger than those ordinary people.

The Fourth Infantry Regiment of Kadis was like a nightmare covering the hearts of the traitors. The Space Marines were angry and murderous towards them, but mortals, facing the god-like legion, had a lot of fear, even... worship?

The seeds had been planted, and Alanbair looked at the coffee he had just brewed, a mess, but he didn't care, he drank it in one gulp, compared to the pain on the battlefield, the thing tasted sweeter.

The feeling of excitement, the secretion of dopamine, and the power of caffeine expanded in his body.

"All members of the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment listen to the order, approach the enemy position, according to his tactics, divide into four groups ABC to surround the enemy camp, divide the firepower of the Space Marines, rely on the modified Chimera as a cover, and slowly advance."

"Engineers, prepare explosives, they pry open the enemy's fortress! "

The radio conveyed the Emperor's wrath. The storm was coming. The traitors felt the hot wind from the forest blowing in the defense works, and even felt a little cold.

The defense of the traitors was a 15-meter-high explosion-proof bunker made of concrete with a small amount of adamantium and ceramic steel. The sponge-like structure made it full of force buffering space, but their endurance to impact was much worse.

The Chimera can reach a full speed of 90 kilometers, but the muddy ground of that world slowed down its speed. When the traitors realized this, the sniper had already taken out the sentry in the watchtower, and the heavy bombs were also cleared by the firepower of the Imperial Guard.

But there was no resistance. The dark forest was illuminated by the light of the Lumen Tower. The high-brightness lighthouse clearly saw the Chimera and the main force. With its help, countless plasmas, beams, and explosive bombs were fired at Aylan. Bayer's troops roared.

Alan Bair was driving a Chimera armored vehicle, but he had no way to resist, and the bullets slowly killed his soldiers.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened. The enemy's Lumen Tower was suddenly blown apart. In the darkness, Alan Bayer, the assault commander of Point A, realized that the thing he had buried in the east had sprouted flowers.

Vincent, the loyalist, looked at his legs tremblingly. He killed people and it didn't matter to him, but other mortal servants could see it clearly. The proud Lumen Tower was suddenly blown apart. Now ordinary people can't even see the pitch black clearly. Imperial guards running out of the forest.

But they also saw the badge on Vincent's chest. Did he command? Then why?

Vincent looked at the ruins of Lumen Tower and spoke to the mutated Chaos traitors. "Space Marines? Chaos Gods? Do we think those things really care about you?"

He lifted the legs and arms of a nearby mortal and opened his skin. The disgusting chaos mutation and the moist skin disease of that world made his legs and arms almost ulcerated, with flesh and blood protruding and fist fluid leaking out.

"No, don't beg! Sir! What did I do?! His legs and arms must not be seen!" He was ashamed, like a little girl, completely feeling that his lesions were not bad, just like the one they found If something happens, it will definitely exclude him, make him unable to stay here, and then he will be killed.

Because the disease is definitely contagious, which is extremely bad.

He was in agony and anxious. What he had concealed all along was revealed to the public!

Vincent just took off his legs and arms, and they were as bloody as him!

"Then deny the gifts the gods gave them, the gift war gave them!"

He took off his military uniform again, revealing the purple bruises, and pointed to his ribs. "His master beat him three days ago."

Then no belly. "Four days ago, a Space Marine I don't know killed me!"

Then he puts on the clothes. "Isn't it the same for us? The existence of those gods who pretend to be themselves, standing high and despising them..."

"Are they maggots or stupid people? They have betrayed the empire. Ru Ming's soul has nowhere to rest. Do we really think the Chaos Gods will care about them?"

"When their bodies grow old, the souls of their compatriots return to the throne, and they float in the endless twisted void of subspace."

"That would deny our loyalty, that would deny our faith, and that would deny our persistence!"

There were not many mortals left in the camp. They felt good, but they no longer had the courage to resist, and they did not dare to resist. The gods were powerful, and the Space Marines could not transcend all material existence.

But, how can a mortal be allowed to be slaughtered?

When the Chimera's impact came to the wall, the violent sound and the cracking of the wall brought Vingar back to his senses. He was surprised that his mortal servants did not inform him of the situation.

He walked out of his command room, only to see the Space Marines and their servants fighting in the camp. The mortals who tied bombs attacked their masters with the name of the false emperor, and some even pointed explosive bombs at the Space Marines.

The eight-pointed star altar he once worshiped was smashed to pieces. The red giant's anger could not be suppressed. The elder (dreadnought mecha) was resting. The war was about to break out, but those mortals turned against him?

Fortunately, his most loyal former iron guard Yiqun Fu was on the ground, taking out protein and stimulants.

"My Lord, please use it, and then kill those disobedient ones!"

Weingar breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a qualified master. Unlike those stupid guys, his charisma conquered his servants. Now he asked to wipe the butts of his stupid brothers, and then faced those damned people. Imperial Guard!

He took the supplies and prepared to put them into his mouth, but Chaos gave him a superhuman sixth sense. He frowned instantly, crushed the things into powder, and stuffed them into the mouth and nose of his servant.

After a moment, the Iron Guard struggled and trembled on the ground, red film spit out from his mouth, and blood flowed from his eyes, but he stared at him and uttered a weak and inaudible voice. If he didn't deny Veengar or the Space Marine, he would definitely hear it. Not sure.

But he didn't want to hear it clearly, because before his death, his most "loyal" servant used all his strength to sing hymns to the false emperor!

Veengar felt that his heart, his whole heart, was trembling. What kind of ecstasy did those damn Imperial Guards give their servants?

He trampled the body of his iron guard to pieces. The weight of the Space Marine was different from that of ordinary people. It was like a hydraulic press pressed against a flesh and blood body. He turned into a ball with a pop, and his loyalty and determination were no longer visible.

Veengar raised the bomb and smashed the heads of the mortals one by one. "Everyone listened to the order and gathered near the command room. They built their own defense projects. The elders woke up in a few minutes. All war brothers, gather together!"

In one word, hundreds of space warriors, a terrifying force enough to crush countless worlds, gathered there like wild beasts smelling the smell of blood.

They used corpses, fine iron, and tattered engineering bunkers to pile up enough things to hide themselves, and those loyal traitors and sarcastic things had been killed by the Space Marines suppressed by firepower.

Vincent watched the people around him continue to fall, but he did not have the slightest fear. He listened to the sound of the imperial guards breaking through the wall behind him, and his heart was filled with light.

"Emperor, is he a lost man, a pathetic lamb, who once hoped to be a hero, and then hoped to get everything, but he was wrong. He has nothing but his weak will and Dongjian's faith."

"When he realized who was really ruthless to mankind, he had already lost his way. Lord, he knew that the people who walked with him were stupid and were as weak as him and did not know it. Only the life given by you counts. It’s valuable, if they give everything they have, I hope their souls can return to the throne!”

He picked up a plasma dropped by the traitor, ran and shot as fast as he could. Although he had experienced military training, it was still in an extremely superficial state. But his target was not the Chaos Space Marines, but the Chaos Space Marines. A tactical team is gathering.

That was the location of his master, pulling him into the nightmare of being lost, a nightmare that he believed the Emperor could not overcome.

As he fired to draw the men's attention, his master saw Vincent's presence and shouted in his thick voice. "Vincent, my bastard, what am I doing?!"

Vincent's chest was hung with the double eagle badge representing the empire. His military rank as a soldier was also hung on his chest, and the rusty things were also hung on his chest. The plasma was constantly heating up. Relying on the cover of the chaotic battlefield, he actually closed the distance. Very soon There are fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

Then the bomb hit his chest instantly, stagnating his entire body and smashing his external organs.

Vincent used all his strength to show off his strength. "My Lord, forgive them!" He threw the first ten meters with his own legs.

The Space Marines could definitely be beaten to pieces with guns or in mid-air, but they suddenly saw a dazzling light. They saw the sun in the east of the dark forest with no sky and moon, and they could not open their eyes. Superman Most of their power has been sealed, and everything will be taken away by whoever gives it to them!

the traitor Space Marine couldn't help shouting. "God Emperor!"

After a moment, the plasma exploded like a star, and the intense heat turned the arrogant space warrior into a cripple...

And Vincent's soul also returned to the throne of silence.

His clothes were ragged and his appearance was miserable. He was walking on the ethereal road in subspace. He was empty and confused, but he suddenly saw the appearance of Terra.

He had never been there, but he knew it. The Golden Throne was there, and the nine primarchs who had fought against demons were lined up next to the God-Emperor. Golden light shone in every corner of the palace.

Billions of people worshiped on the long staircase, but everyone was in close contact with the God-Emperor.

The phantom of the Silver Sun, the Lord of Mankind, the Skeleton, the Man, the Buddha, and the Crown of Thorns swayed in front of Vincent, initially transforming into the gentlest person in his consciousness, his father.

"Welcome back, kid."

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If someone can sum up the three basic theorems of Warhammer, it must be war, faith, and betrayal. Mortals and the entire existence of that world are struggling and tumbling in it. But if traitors can find their way back, if brothers no longer turn against each other, the emperor They will also be willing to forgive them, but the world doesn't know that they are numbed by hatred, but there are guys like Vincent who see true mercy and the mercy of death.

But the war was far from over. The Chimera had breached the wall, the mortal defenses had turned into a mockery, and the Chaos Space Marines were wary of the Imperial Guard.

Alan Bair looked at the scene of corpses strewn there with no emotion in his heart, so he commanded his soldiers and used Chimeras for infantry and tank coordination.

He seeks vengeance for his countrymen, including those who died here.

It was an unrealistic fairy tale, but in the first few decades of the dark 40th millennium, no good thing was worth mourning, but the Blackheart King did not care about those mortals, and they were not wrong to the Space Marines. Cause real damage.

But please note that returning from the lost path is not the way to wash away the sins of the past, only bearing your own sins is.