Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 101 Eleven Smash Order Astartes Company

Today's hives are very hot. This heat is not the energy provided by the electricity guild, nor the geothermal heat in the hive capital. It is more caused by the light of the stars. It is the tens of thousands of people gathered in the hive capital square near their homes. Their beating blood temperature and heat provided.

On the high platform of the square, under the statue of the emperor, the members of the Redemption Sect holding scriptures, individual automatic guns, and wearing leather masks rely on the scriptures on their bright red robes and everyone in the square to preach the truth of the world in front of the statue of the emperor. sin.

When people were pulled out of the factory by the Ministry of Justice and PDF, and walked onto the streets in a daze, the men and women of the empire gathered here. The iron rods and electric batons of the Ministry of Justice, and the majesty of logging guns were all here.

The faces of the residents of the hive capital are all dull. They know very well that the appearance of the notorious Salvation Cultist represents death, flames, despair, and tragedy, but their daily life makes them unable to accommodate other emotions. Even if they face death, The faces were still fixed like molds for gingerbread men.

The cultists in scarlet robes shouted from the heights of the square. "Under the Emperor's light, there was rebellion and murder on the top floor, our great Imperial Guard officer was attacked with arms, and the planetary governor Vijeen Ey was killed by the attack, he bravely protected the Imperial officer, in contrast , the attackers were stupid and despicable."

"God Emperor, the crimes committed by those traitors are unforgivable, but they sneaked into the crowd, we can only express your anger by drawing eleven kills, flames, flames!"

Alan Baier, who was watching the speech of the Redemption Sect from a high place near the square, frowned. Does this guy believe in the Emperor or the God of Fire?But he did agree to this crazy plan.

Hearing the sound of crackling and screams coming from the spire, Alan Bayer closed the window before the smoke filled with the smell of human body.

This is the most suitable decree for the current situation. It can reduce the population, threaten gangsters, oppress nobles, and allow corpse guilds to reduce the food needed for the operation of the hive. However, in just one day, billions of people will die, which is enough for a main hive. Cleaning, without question, is brutal.

"Alas~" Alan Baier sighed, he felt guilty, as an ordinary person, he felt guilty, he had never touched human beings' management of human beings before, at least before today.

In contrast, Colonel Ryan can drink Amset in this room, planning a strategic plan as if nothing had happened. As an officer of the Imperial Guard, he is showing the ruthlessness of the planetary governor at this moment, and as a nobleman of this world , he does have the responsibility to touch this aspect of things.

A large amount of materials produced by Partoria Hive City, commercial and noble items are all operated by the Imperial Guard of this world. It is better to say that the Imperial Guard is a soldier than a businessman. Therefore, this Imperial Guard is important to the entire galaxy. There have been footprints.

Of course, their combat effectiveness is not bad. Those who can travel north and south in this dark galaxy are not weak, but their siege ability is extremely poor. The military uniform of the ancient Terran Empire looks a bit...strange.

The costume worn by the Partorian Guard usually consisted of a dark red tunic with shoulder straps, a pair of dark blue trousers with dark red stripes on the outside and a certain helmet on the head.

The Imperial Guard regiments recruited in Partoria are renowned for their steely discipline and courage, never backing down from even the most difficult of dangers.

The rulers of the planet believe that brutal training and almost harsh punishment will make the hive dwellers behave.

No matter what outsiders think about this planetary training method, what they see is that it is indeed effective, and the soldiers produced in this way can maintain the same level of combat effectiveness whether they are defending or attacking.

It is also because of this that the colonel is so unkind to the rebellion. Although his business behavior in the service made him understand the world and how to deal with ordinary people, the vigorous and cruel training will not fade away. This time the gang really What's more, the kick hit a hard bone, the kind that could break his teeth.

And a keen soldier, businessman or nobleman, in short, the colonel at the apex of tens of billions of people in this hive raised his head and asked gracefully. "How, do you think violence and killing are not good?" He was testing his partners. In short, if he wants to overcome the current difficulties, he must have a basic mutual recognition. If not, he would rather face the orcs alone.

Alan Baier shook his head. "No, no, you've done a good job, very good. This kind of action can reduce the various consumption and expenses of the current hive capital, and it's impossible for gangsters to grow out of the ground. Such a move can't kill gang members, but It can make them a target."

"Everyone knows that the situation is caused by their actions. The gangsters will definitely encounter obstacles in the hive city. They gather excrement and scatter everywhere. Although the residents of the hive city have no resistance against them, they are afraid It’s going to exacerbate those alienation and dislikes.”

"The work of PDF and the legal department will definitely be like fish in water, and such a move will also give the hive residents a boost of fear in the short term. The fear of death will make them enough to face the greenskin attack."

"I understand your choice very well. Although I don't like it, as the Imperial Guard, I must accept it."

The colonel nodded. "Compared to this, let's discuss the next defense plan for the greenskins. The maintenance of the hive capital's close-in defense guns and anti-ship light spears has already begun. During this time, the greenskin warships have passed the periphery of the world three times. , but was routed by patrol ships of the Imperial Navy."

"However, as long as the greenskin calculates the intercepted positions several times according to the basic coordinates, and then draws them..." The colonel drew an arc on the star map, three points, three-dimensional, almost drawn with his beautiful military quality specific location in the world.

Then Alan Byer retorted. "Green skins don't do this, they just shout waaaagh, and then tell their tech masters to hurry up and get something to find the world of shrimp."

"Add a few broken things to look like spaceships that fall apart anytime, anywhere, and the void shield."

The colonel just wanted to refute that he had fought with the greenskins. Although those things looked rough, they were definitely not stupid. They were very smart and could make and respond to most of the tactics of the Imperial Guard.

But the door of the room opened suddenly, and the visitor reported. "Ex-Major Lucas returns."

"The Second Lieutenant of the Fourth Skadi Regiment returns!"

Alan Baier covered his ears. "Be quiet, my nerves are going to be broken by you." He pointed to the second lieutenant, and then made him sit down, at this moment the doctor, Major Lucas, answered.

"Boy Ryan, this young man is right. The so-called tactics of the orcs are just fucking luck or intuition. The orcs are born like this. Their desire for battle and tactics are buried in their bones. They don't need to draw pictures, but..."

"One glance is enough..."

Colonel Lane was speechless, he has been dealing with titanium all his life, and the battle with orcs is also shallow, it seems that he can't focus too much on his own business...

And Alan Bayer's speculation is very accurate, and the major's answer is also true. At this moment, in the ruins of the space ship, the two orc factions are gradually gathering due to the emergence of the third force, the Empire. Of course, except for the fact that they want to beat Xiami violently In addition, the appearance of two powerful orc bosses is unavoidable...

The dark green waaagh dyed the subspace into chaos, the words of the astropaths became more difficult to spread, and the gods laughed evilly, but the loyalists of the empire did not leave too far.

In fact, before the waaagh energy pollutes the subspace, the star language of the Bordello has left this galaxy. In the wild world of Damocles Bay, this place occupied by aliens has a landmark called Dread Peak, just like The Himalayas in ancient Taila are generally towering.

The suffocating thin air and altitude sickness are enough to kill mortals, not to mention the cold and alien haze. Huge crow-like monsters hover and fly in the sky, waiting for all creatures to move.

There are still people climbing such an extreme place, if they can still be regarded as the evolution of human beings, if it is true, they are probably... angels?
The bright red breastplates are marked with bright red wings, and the white shoulder armors tell their loyalty. The jumping backpacks emitting blue flames behind the silent warriors' bodies are pulling them to the peak of the world at an extremely fast speed.

The falcon entrenched on a high place swept down, the black feathers were like sharp teeth, and the sharp claws were the size of a mortal. Even the monks of Astartes looked small, similar to the crows of ancient Terra, and became terrifying and ferocious. People look at it, as if they have come to the microscopic world.

The buzzing current of the communicator echoed. "Don't shoot, it's just a beast, it will meet its death." The speaking space warrior adjusted his armor, his helmet was red and unique, and then the monster attacked, and he raised the chainsaw The sword flies hundreds of meters by relying on the ability of the power pack, and the falcon detects the counterattack of the prey in an instant, and the two objects collide.

There was no sharp sound, only the humming and roaring of the chainsaw sword, the head of the giant eagle was broken, and the blood soaked the battle armor. In the spray of blue flames, the star warriors in red helmets slowly landed on the snow-white mountain slope.

"Come on, keep going, praise death, and give those aliens their due."

Dozens of fighters continued to go up, and soon reached the peak. The bloody sharp blades and explosive bombs took away the green skin life entrenched in the human buildings here, and the most terrifying thing about them was the smell of promethium when death fell from the sky. And silently.

The one in the red helmet yelled as the jetpack fell among the orc defenses. "A natural disaster is coming!"

Dozens of fighting brothers speak their voices. "Natural disaster is coming!" The voice is huge, and the Astartes' battle cry is not just the so-called ceremony and momentum, but with the assistance of power armor, their voice can tear the central nervous system of the creature, and even the green skin can instantly Because of that impact, the balance is lost.

And as if the world was responding to them, a huge avalanche, countless deaths, fell from the side of the mountain, and in the horror of natural disasters, the world returned to the embrace of the empire.

In the void low-earth orbit, several transport planes were put down, and the mortal servants cleaned up the greenskin corpses with promethium flamethrowers, and wiped the armor of the angels, and the rest was only a moment. When the angels returned to the transport ship, they heard a new message Order.

"The Kabbah base of the empire was destroyed by the green-skinned battle hulks. Brothers in battle, you need to take the battle barge to that area, because the full subspace travel is not possible, and it is expected to arrive in the area in two weeks."

The battle coat of arms, the commander on the strike cruiser, so Commander Heeron ordered his brothers, they are all the sons of the Ultramarines, the sons of Guilliman, the blood of the five hundred worlds of Macragge flowing, and at the same time With the honor of the Empire.

They asked death to live, the red-helmed warrior answered. "Yes, ready."

The transport ship started, and the flames cut a brilliant tail flame in the air, and disappeared into the atmosphere, leaving only victory, honor, and death.

(The Doomhawks Chapter is a sub-order of the Second Founding of the Ultramarines. Their base is in Gathis II. The chapter is famous for piety, coldness and apathy.)
After the battle barge was launched, the 30 Astartes elite warriors of the sixth company, the heroes who were best at jumping gangs and narrow battleship battles, entered the warp with countless expectations.

But for this group of warriors, this is just a part of their long fighting life, a very short part, they will not stop, they will just keep fighting until the empire is no longer infested by heretical aliens, until they live up to the Primarch blood left behind.

However, the subspace communication they sent was not received by the imperial guards. After the brutal killing, the corpses of countless hive people were transported into factories and used as food to supplement their families.

And in space, in the cosmic hulk, the huge orc boss is playing with his pet. He is a beast trainer and the most powerful boss of the Snakebite clan. Everyone calls him Warnke, but he prefers Another name for himself, Behemoth.

He enjoys the cuddling of his pet Squiggle in a room he's made out of trash and ruins, and watches as his boys launch their spaceships.

"How's my waaagh going?"

"Does Goff's idiot know that we found a big shrimp world?"

He asked a question on the communicator, and the green guy in the Imperial Navy captain's hat on the other side of the battleship answered. "No, boss, they definitely don't know, I'm the son of Blood Axe, you can definitely trust me, my coordinate calculation is the best among the orcs."

He looked at the star map he had drawn, and it was exactly the same as Colonel Ryan's speculation... Well, the universe is so vast, everything is possible.

The war boss nodded. "Okay, waaagh is about to open ~ kill them, make shrimp into my pet food, I'm going to use new food, new waste, bigger WAAAGH to beat Goff's guy!"

He switches all calls. "Boys, click on it, hold the chug, sharpen the machete, let's go!"

Countless orcs on the spaceship took a deep breath at this moment!

"wag!"

The boss yelled. "Also, don't call WAAAGH, the blood ax next door can hear it!"

Countless coughing sounds came from the communicator...

After numerous complaints, several orc battleships left the sky hulk, and under the leadership of the bloodaxe orcs, they slowly approached the hive world...

　I've slept through it today, and I feel like my head was smashed with an assault hammer by the jumping troops of the Imperial Navy...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)