Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 201 Like the God Emperor Really Blessing His Children

This universe is dark, scary, crazy, full of aliens and chaos, and when the children of the empire stand firm with blood and sacrifice, it will return even crazier news to those loyal.

The fierce fire was as bright as a star, so that the entire huge void fleet stopped, and they looked at the steel gate that lost the communication signal on the auspicious.

With the Imperial Guard attacking wholeheartedly and Steel Gate's intelligence equipment focused on defending against the frontal enemy, the entire Red Pirates were devastated, but at this moment, from behind, a terrifying thing the size of a planet suddenly appeared.

In the vast void, the sight distance of only thousands of kilometers is nothing to the sublight speed engine, but to the naked eye, or to human beings themselves, the entire planet is just a larger dot.

One Eye has been not far from Mandeville Point, but because of its flameout and the war with the Imperial Guard, it can't patrol, which found an opportunity for this cunning guy.

Huge orc artifacts, planetary engines, and the intense light and burning things produced by the impact with the Iron Gate even shattered and flew away. Just passing the battleship would be a disaster, not to mention many of them were captured by Pan Lan's gravity , falling to this poor forge world.

And the gravitational force of the Ominous Ark and the heat generated by the atmosphere made the angle of impact cut through the entire Iron Gate like a butter knife.

"General Marcato? General Lord Marcato!" Alan Bayer patted the communication, hoping that this old thing was just a malfunction. Without the general, the expedition team would stagnate.

The captain pressed his arm. "Lieutenant Colonel, it is impossible for anyone to survive an attack like that..."

"General Marcato has returned to the throne!"

The chief of staff was silent. To be precise, no member of the Imperial Guard with experience in void warfare would think that Mr. Malkato was still alive...

But that Ominous Ark was precisely the culprit who took complete victory away from the Imperial Guard. Although most of the infantry of the Imperial Guard were stationed in Pan Lan, and the Void Battleship also entered the battle orbit, the loss of the entire Void Gate It is also huge, not to mention the Lord General Marcato as the commander-in-chief, the soul of the Imperial Guard is also in it.

And the main channel of the Imperial Guard has become a mess, whether it's the orc's assault or the lord's general's silence, and the red pirate?Those remnant soldiers and defeated generals don't care anymore!

But at this moment only Alan Baier can command this huge force. The half-joking appointment of Marcato before became his last order, and the Imperial Guard quickly sent a signal to Poldero.

"Commander-in-Chief Alan Bair, Lord of War, please issue a combat order!"

Everything came suddenly, and his thoughts became a mess. Alan Baier only had anger. He looked at the orc troops, but said calmly. "Attack the remnants of the Red Pirates!"

Their firepower can't kill Ominous Ark, the time for revenge has not come, and as Alan Baier fears, if they don't wipe out all the red pirates, they will give the details of the war to King Blackheart and make him stronger .

Today's empire is under attack, literally, on a physical level, but also strategically, no doubt.

The empire needs strong leaders, a new war order, enough cool and crazy guys.

Since the order is carried out in an orderly manner, only indomitable, rational and brave fighters can survive in this dark universe. Marcato predicted that one day this would happen, and stepping forward on the bones of his commander, is it not a good idea? An inevitability, a tragic inevitability of the Imperial Guard?

If the Emperor really cared about his people, he would not squander human life like a waste, even if he is indeed rich, almost the whole galaxy is in his hands...

The salvo of the cannons, the sharp blades of the light spears, but the Tau people are still dull. They marvel at the monsters the size of the planet, and regret that the powerful Iron Gate of the Imperial Guard dissipated. Of course, their short-lived civilization did not think about it. With a war engine the size of a planet, countless people stopped shooting at this moment, preparing to record the information and convey it back to the gate world.

Among the Red Pirates' strike cruisers and flagships, Lu Sifan's complexion was also not good. His strategic goal of capturing the Steel Gate and obtaining the Ark of Ominous Omen was actually captured by those green skins.

No matter how stupid they are, they can still see that those green doves occupy the magpie's nest, are greedy for the things of the Black Heart King, and succeeded, and the huge planetary engine is emitting distorted green light, which is the transmission equipment of the orcs. The ugly thing not only succeeded, but escaped successfully! ?

The light of the light spear has touched his face. His great achievements have not yet been launched, but the orcs took the lead. That kind of resentment makes him uncomfortable...

"Ready?" Jazz asked his most powerful psyker.

The monster with a severely mutated body couldn't tell whether it was a human being or something else. His eyes covered his head, he was wearing a gorgeous robe, his hair had fallen out, and his head was full of bumps.

"Yes, my lord." He can no longer speak, and can only use spiritual energy to communicate with other people. It is better to say that his body has completely relied on spiritual energy to live. From a certain point of view, human beings can also evolve into this. The psychic potential of the human body is even comparable to that of the Eldar, but there are too few people who can develop it to that level.

"Yes..." Jazz is also human, before he is wiped out by his compatriots, before the void shield roars and howls, he wants to give those orcs who robbed his future a surprise.

His loss to the Imperial Guard was a duel defeat, but his opportunism to the alien was absolute rage.

"All psykers obey the order and use all their psychic powers to interfere with the stability of Mandeville Point!"

Those rare, one-in-a-million mutants are not uncommon in the Eye of Terror, and those people gathered together to praise the power generated by the destructive power is very powerful, but the subspace and the physical universe are so huge, they His psionic power is nothing more than a small spoon stirring the sea.

But it is not difficult for them to make waves, but the price is enough for their souls to be obliterated in the subspace, and the heads of the psykers are exploded one by one in the chaotic and terrible ritual. As one of them, Jazz watched this A pitch-black void.

They are all temperamental people. They hate aliens more than humans, and hate the empire more than their compatriots. It is the exclusion of the empire and the values ​​​​brought by the corpse emperor that make them unable to return to their fellow human beings.

And they found a second home in the hands of the Black Heart King, but now they are being shady by Green Skin.

He lost to the Imperial Guard in a fair manner, and it is impossible for those aliens to sit back and enjoy the benefits!

"For the Chaos Gods!"

"For Chaos, gods!"

The behavior of this group of crazy, paranoid humans who are not recognized by the empire at this moment has to be said to be extremely loyal, but they are only loyal to their own race, not the emperor or the empire.

The brain exploded, and the battleship was vaporized by the salvo, but their actions prevented the one-eyed man from receiving the signal from the mandeville point that he left the star area boy.

"Damn, damn, why did those shamans say that we..." The one-eyed teeth are about to be gritted, they are not many in number, and it is impossible to fight against the Imperial Guard's login operation. If they continue like this, they will only be encircled and suppressed by the empire. !
This universe is like this, sometimes the great eyes of the emperor cannot cover everything, but he will help his children, no matter what method or situation, there will always be a glimmer of hope for mankind in the desperate universe.

At this moment, the imperial guards watched their enemies turn into dust in the void, and Alan Baier also realized that the orcs were wrong. "They didn't do warp travel?"

The astropath saw what happened through the haze of the subspace. He seemed to be infected by those crazy wills. The madness caused by the huge amount of information entering his body through sensors all the time also stopped, he said calmly.

"Yes... it was the curse of those traitors when they were dying, making Mandeville unusable for a short time!"

"Those traitors?" the captain said in disbelief. After all, in their conception, those lunatics with mutated bodies and belief in evil gods are all guys with brain problems.

Alan Baier just looked meaningfully at the evaporated spaceship wreckage in the void. Although this universe is either black or white, it is difficult to judge whether a person is good or bad. Either he believes in the emperor or he is a good person. Either he likes evil gods or bad guys.

They are all a nest of crows, and they must be ordinary black. At this moment, Alan Baier has to admit that those people are his compatriots, even if they have betrayed.

Their souls still won't go to the Golden Throne though, but now there's something new to settle.

"Brothers and sisters of the Imperial Guard, our brave Lieutenant-General Marcato, Lord Commander of the Imperial Guard West and mighty Warlord died from the machinations and murders of those Greenskins, all fellow citizens who bathe in the light of the Astronomical, Loyalists, we There is only one long-cherished wish now, isn't it?" Alan Baier roared into the communicator.

The other fighters also answered. "revenge!"

"Revenge!" "For the Emperor!"

"For War Lord Marcato!"

Although the battleships of the entire Imperial Guard are only one-thousandth the size of a planet in comparison, those huge steel engines that stretch for hundreds of kilometers are not worth mentioning in front of the Ark of Omens.

Don't forget, those guys are equipped with nuclear bombs, virus bombs, and nuclear bombs. When there are not many orcs, the Imperial Guard can resist the counterattack of those orcs and clean up the planetary defense project with their own weapons.

The orcs also spent a lot of materials, manpower and material resources to build the ramming and jumping engines, and today's Ominous Ark has no ability to resist.

"No, no?!" One-eyed looked at his crude orc detector, the exact name was the orc fart detector, which imitated the things made by human auspicious instruments, and the countless red dots of energy on it represented their imminent death.

"Hurry up and teleport, use Kaka Bigfoot (the name of the teleportation device) to take us to other places!" One-eyed cursed, but his deputy said.

"Boss, we don't have coordinates. If the position of the asteroid overlaps, the molecules will collide with each other, and the energy generated is enough to blow a big hole in our big spiked can (orcs' nickname for Chaos Space Marines) battle moon." !"

"Or we're going straight up to a new enemy, but we're not ready for war."

One-eyed can only speak. "Pray for a hairy asylum!"

There is no way, even if he is a wise man, he can't know the future. No matter what, there is no hope if there is no transition, and there is still a glimmer of hope for teleportation!
He pressed the button, and the buzzing things began to reverberate, and the large machines of the orcs shook like they were about to fall apart. It was hard to imagine that this thing, which was considered crude in the human steam age, was actually a machine that could roam the stars. Manufactured by advanced cosmic civilizations, such as star gates, wormholes, etc., powerful equipment that even human empires can't dream of today.

It is no exaggeration to say that the technology of the orcs can return to the tip of the galaxy under extreme circumstances, but most of the orc tribes do not have the ability to build such a thing. It is also a fantasy.

When the bright green light flickered and the one-eyed ark left at an extreme time, only the wreckage of the war and a mess remained in this void. Pan Lan seemed to have been attacked by meteorites because of the fragments, and the already dilapidated climate group was even more pitiful.

The highly carbonized wreckage and fragments of the Iron Gate float in the void, and are slowly aggregated due to gravity. Perhaps hundreds of years later, the wreckage of the battleship and the Iron Gate will form here a large metal aggregate similar to a space hulk.

The Star Forces just landed on the nearest world indifferently. The founding governor could not meet Alan Bair because of the disaster, and Alan Bair was not in the mood.

The greatest person he knew in this cruel empire has left, and now he has a heavy responsibility, and he starts to integrate the troops, the Imperial Army, the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Guard, and the Ministry of Military Affairs, the Inquisition, a lot of related things, responsibilities It represents full strength and responsibility.

In this dark universe no one can avoid responsibility, no one can, be perfect.

The entire war machine was still roaring, the red pirates did not disperse, and the haze of the green skins did not dissipate. A few days later, under the turbid and hellish Pan Lan scenery, the imperial guards gathered in Pan Lan's low-earth orbit. They repaired and tidied up very good.

Alan Baier changed into the general uniform of the commander in chief. He used to be a war lord, but now he is a war general, and he is demanding the sins of those fallen compatriots.

The gorgeous clothes made him uncomfortable, but he still used virtual images to show his overly young appearance.

"All members of the Imperial Guard's Pangea sub-sector theater, I am your war lord, Imperial Guard Admiral, Commander-in-Chief, Alan Bayer."

"Now, we embark on a vengeful crusade to retake the Maelstrom region and the Panja subsector with its fallen thousands of Imperial worlds..."

At this moment, fluctuations appear in the Mandeville point.

"And I will lead the Pangea sub-sector, the Gundwa sub-sector, the eastern part of Damocles Bay, and the Partoria sector, to the green-skinned orcs, the one-eyed bloodaxe, and the maelstrom, the red pirates, Blackheart, the traitor Huron has revenge!"

Thousands of battleship alliances appeared in Mandeville Point, the Damocles Bay and the Partoria star area, and the power of tens of thousands of worlds gathered. This will be the biggest expedition of the empire during this period, at least within a hundred years No one will break through...

(End of this chapter)