Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 1 Living in the Hive Capital

Military Affairs Document 8712/AM/R03
Astra Militarum Operations Report

Corresponding number: OR-12710735626
To: Supreme Commander Dagundwa Task Force
Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department
Office of the Supreme Commander of the Far East Starfield

Tactical Logistics Support Department
From: Major General Nico Nilom, officer commanding the defense of the Gundvar system

SUBJECT: Update on the Defense of the Pangea Subsector

Attachments and citations:
Pangea Subsector Reference Map
Breakdown and Distribution Report of the Gundvaar Star Defense Forces

Approved list of pious who are coming to clean up Gundwa VI

Content: In the name of the holiest emperor of mankind, Major General Nilom, submit the following application for the defense of the Gundvar galaxy.

Gundwa VI Planet - Jungle World Level: Secondary Agriculture/Intermediate Resource, Planetary Standard Rating: C-.

Threat code name: Greenskin, purpose: to request an urgent increase in the military affairs department of the Star Field.
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Communication ends——
The hive planet of the empire, Skadi.

The surface environment is harsh, the temperature is extreme, the resources are exhausted, and the strong wind forms a vortex to attack the surface of the hive city. In the hive city, which is more than twice the height of the highest mountain of Sacred Terra, in the middle-level factories, waste and poisonous gas, with workers Confident people put their heads down at work.

Boom, boom, beat the waste, cut off the good ones, and throw away the bad ones. There are not a lot of natural resources, but the waste accumulated over thousands of years is still a precious resource for this hive.

People are wrapped like zongzi, the harshness you can imagine, the extremely low temperature, and the air that has been breathed hundreds of times are all here.

There are many people who fell on the construction line, and their heads were dragged by the conveyor belt for a long time before they were discovered by the management staff, and then dragged down. According to the situation, the choice was whether to make starch or repair it before use.

After working so long that the time was lost, there was a low and hoarse sound, and the conveyor belt that spread hundreds of meters stopped, and the endless sea of ​​waste materials was no longer turbulent.

The tired worker took off his headgear and went out in an orderly manner. He got today's wages from the person separated by the fence at the factory gate, 6 pieces of starch blocks with unlimited materials, a bottle of water that was enough for him to survive, and recycled hundreds of times. .

The chaotic crowd made the sound of rattling and eating that thing as they walked, only the abrupt young man endured his hunger and hid the starch lump in his arms.

"It's 20 yuan today, finally." He said to himself, looking hungrier than others, but most of them were sallow and thin, and he seemed the same.

His name is Alan Baier, also called Wang Pu, it depends on how you distinguish his life, for example, he was called Wang Pu when he was alive as a human, or he is called Alan Baier now when he is dead. Calculate separately.

But in terms of accurate vocabulary, time travel is the best way to describe his current situation. In his previous life, since he stepped into the society and found a sales industry, when he was destined to run around the world, the probability of death for people who went out was much higher than that of ordinary people.

In the complicated business, he was sending the most important thing to the customer, but unfortunately he was late, and the competitors were also fast. He had no choice but to climb over the railing, violate the rules, and anxiously looked at the big guests waiting across the road.

When he heard the sound of the car's honking, slamming brakes, and puffing, flesh and blood rotted on it. He woke up again and came here.

What's interesting is that the urgent and high-pressure days made him close his eyes, but now he hasn't escaped.

He followed the crowd to the square in the central city of the Hive Capital, which was connected to the factory, with a busy flow of workers, dim light, bad-smelling air, and in the middle of the square, a 15-meter-high statue depicting a god in golden armor. The emperor, with a halo around his head, holds a flaming sword in his hand.

emperor...

"It's been three weeks, get used to him, get used to him." Alan Bayer took a deep breath, greedy, he wanted to save more, get more, and live a better life than others.

He walked crookedly, because those starch lumps were only enough for a person to live normally, and he saved 20 yuan abruptly. Normal people have already collapsed due to complicated work and fatigue, but he persisted.

Trembling, he walked to an inconspicuous corner of the hive. This is a place where nobles and commoners never come, and it is also the black market of the hive.

He knocked on the door, and the door opened the surveillance hole. Those eyes were unforgettable, with a strange purple color. Alan Baier knew that they were psykers...

It’s the psykers who swallowed the mushroom plant powder that is unique to the lower layer of Skadi’s Hive Capital. They are simply human-shaped subspace cracks, and PDF can’t stop that kind of powder.

he said boldly. "I ordered the goods two weeks ago, thank you." He took out the dirty rag, spread it out, and inside were about 20 neat starch blocks, which were also the most basic source of food and energy for the hive.

The person in charge of the black market didn't speak, but just took out a bottle, a small bottle, of a colorless liquid that looked like a pepper jar. Alan Baier's heart beat, he had waited too long.

"Thank you." He exchanged things. The thing in the bottle is coolant, which was pulled from that device, but this thing has other uses besides cooling.

That is, drink it.

This is one of the few alcohols in the hive world, and it can be drunk for a long time when mixed with water. It is cold and violent, and any natural creation in the material world is not as violent as it.

And Alan Bayer's boss, the director of the factory is a famous alcoholic, and he is also the henchman of a big bureaucrat.

As long as he uses this thing, he can leave his current position and climb up.

Three weeks have passed, one week to collect information, two weeks to get spirits, success is no longer in front of us?
Even though the eyes are dazzled with hunger, maybe they will be paralyzed at the work station in just one more day, but there are countless people who want to get this opportunity.

Ha, goodbye, damn factory assembly lines!
He hurriedly walked back to the factory. At the door of the closed factory, there stood the gorgeously dressed fat man. He licked his lips.

"Bring it?"

Alan Baier handed over the small bottle like a treasure, and the adult patted him on the shoulder with enough strength to make him fall apart.

"Tomorrow, you go to the second floor and supervise the assembly of the laser gun. I like a child with eyesight like you. The throne is on the throne."

The corner of Alan Bayer's mouth overflowed with a smile that was hard to suppress. In this gloomy and disgusting Hive City, he finally took his first step.

When he bid farewell to his "benefactor" and returned to his own room, it was a mouse cage for the residents of the hive city. People were forced to shrink in it. It was only 5 square meters in size, but fortunately there was still a private space.

He opened the door, feeling that his cage was sweet and soft at the moment, and the joy in his heart was unwilling to dissipate for a long time. Tomorrow he could only work nine hours, and the salary would be enough to feed him.

Maybe walk in front of a planetary governor later, see the real Astartes, or join the circle of nobility?
He thinks he can do it!

Until he saw the paper pasted on the door of his room, how about this row of rooms, right, the whole building?
He looked timidly at the notice at the door, with the skull and skull logo of the empire on it, which meant that it was an official document, even approved by the state religion.

Title: Ten Taxes

Content: [The emperor congratulates and blesses you, citizens.

By glorious providence and under the protection of the divine hand, you and 50% of the population of your Hive Sector have been conscripted into the Third Skadi Infantry Regiment of the Astra Militarum.

You have been called to serve the holiest emperor of mankind to defend the empire and mankind.

Give thanks and praise for your life, which will now have meaning along with billions of other people who fought and died valiantly to keep the glorious Empire pure and safe.

Through battle, you will live forever in the eyes of the emperor, and the light of the golden throne will always shine on you. 】

　Due to censorship reasons, the political commissars of the Imperial Guard have all been changed to staff officers, so please don’t wonder why there is no zw, and there are strange titles like Staff Kane

　　
　
(End of this chapter)