Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 211 Seizing the supply chain of heresy and creating a new industrial revolution
The god driver of the Imperial Guard, the Sun Lord drove the Chimera armored vehicle very quickly through the streets and alleys, and the rugged trails. Although the imperial suspension engine, to be precise, was the speed limit of the anti-gravity equipment, the planetary governor could not escape.

But war engines don't exist to pass through crowded and narrow hives, but to give the war an advantage. Compared with vehicles, their responsibility is more of a weapon.

The Chimera's reliable engine has burned to the limit, but the bumpy hive city streets still make it idling frequently. This embarrassing situation where it can't be pulled away and can't go far, Alan Bayer scolded this damn guy, but he still got the spirit Control the body.

Hitting the street is not a burden for thick armored vehicles, nor is it for Superman's Sun Lord, but in the face of today's speed equals time equals value, he has no fault tolerance rate, and it is not easy just to follow.

A few corners and a few sharp turns, it is better to get close and then fall again. It must be impossible to intercept before the destination. The Sun Lord needs to go to the starport in advance.

"Damn, speed up..." Alan Baier cursed, twisting the steering wheel, he prayed that the target would not change positions.

At this moment, a bright light hit the body of the Chimera, and the Sun Lord could see the light coming from the hole even through the armored vehicle.

"Come up!" The suspended transport plane is the support force of the Imperial Guard. This is not the model that Skadi often uses, but the aircraft of the local Imperial Guard. A thin and long ladder falls and swings forward with the aircraft.

Alan Baier grabbed the thing and took off like Tarzan, shaking, aiming and teasing the people in the transport plane. "Fortunately, you can find it again!"

On the transport plane, the soldiers of Phraxia poked their heads out. "Boss, you are the one who is chasing after you. We can locate it through the bird divination instrument."

"I didn't expect you to have figured it out. We are still hesitating and confused, but you have already decided on the next path!"

"Don't flatter, hurry up and get close to the enemy. The wind pressure makes me very uncomfortable. How about you come down and taste the cold wind at minus ten degrees?" Alan Bayer scolded, and the soldier could only accelerate forward. After all, as a person from a warm area, the sub-zero wind is enough to make him frostbite.

At this moment, the Sun Lord was hanging on the ladder, clasped his fingers tightly, put away his weapon, leaned forward, and began to increase his strength following the shaking of the ladder.

He wanted to jump onto that platform, at a high altitude, and the target was no more than five meters. It was a crude anti-gravity device, and it was wobbly. Maybe the moment he landed on it, the whole device would fall.

"Get ready...not just..." Falling from high altitudes is an instinctive fear of human beings. Although he has skydiving experience, this matter is a bit too much for Alan Baier.

He is really a lunatic. It is better to say that he has been doing all kinds of extreme sports since he joined the Imperial Guard, and he has been doing it constantly.

"For the Emperor!" He shouted and jumped towards the flying equipment in front of him. He used to order and survive, but now he has inherited too many things, hatred and destiny.

The feeling of free falling in the air is only momentary, but it becomes slow under the secretion of dopamine, and the damn noble also shifted his body, urging his servant to move away.

In order to let the hero of the Imperial Guard go to the sky, the fat man even started to beat the servant's body with his crutches. At this moment, Alan Bayer had to thank the Mechanician, they definitely cut corners, and the sharp turning speed of this machine is not fast and the range is not big. to grab the edge.

Thick artificial leather gloves were holding the side of the mobile platform, the entire car body was tilting, and the nobleman almost fell down!

"Ah! You... disrespectful Imperial Guard!" His voice is high, high, like the classic villain emphasis, but more because of his fear and nervousness, being caught by a cultist and asking you if you surrender, In the face of the empire, there is basically only relief from death.

And he lost his family honor and the countless wealth accumulated in this world, and he also thanked this huge empire that kept sucking blood with tithes for giving him death and purifying his soul?
That's right, this maggot has already regarded the territory of the empire, the place where the emperor and the heroes of the empire conquered, as his family's rightful private property. In this dark universe, it seems that the 11 tax that guarantees their survival is something very bad matter.

As the fat thing pulled out the Imperial Seiko Bolt pistol strapped to his belt, he pointed sarcastically at the Astra Militarum Supreme Commander, one of the theoretical candidates for the High Lord of the Empire.

"What are you doing, you betrayed the empire? Are you going to add to your own sins now?" Alan Bayer firmly clasped his fingers on the smooth platform, even embedded in it, and caught the depression, while the nobleman was just trembling said.

"I have no way out. My family and my future are gone. No matter the empire or the red pirates, they are all the same!" He was very crazy, obviously knowing what the consequences would be if the imperial guards captured him. And raised his arms.

"Now, in the name of Wiener's highest planetary command, I give you the death penalty!"

His chubby body held the handle of the firearm. It had to be said that although it looked like a waste, his shooting posture was quite remarkable, but he didn't realize that this platform was not reliable.

Alan Bayer looked at the buildings shuttling in the distance, and didn't care about the nobleman's trial at all. No one in this universe could judge him, unless the emperor came back and personally recognized him as a heretic.

"What are you looking at?!" the nobleman asked hysterically.

Alan Baier replied. "I'm waiting for that place in front of me, that platform, look carefully, the high-rise platform from that building may be the garden of some nobleman, it's really beautiful, and there's a greenhouse, colorful."

The planetary governor's eyes showed desolation, then jealousy, then sighs, he said. "That's right, I should also have such a day, not..." Then he became crazy. "I want to live!"

Alan Baier just raised his thigh, aimed at the outside of the platform and cursed. "No more, it's over now!" He kicked the high-rise building violently when the platform brushed against the balcony. The violent force even caused the entire flying platform to roll around, and the people on it were like falling bullets. Beads gurgled and fell on the balcony, and the rare grasses and beautiful trees and flowers planted inside were smashed into pieces by the governor's fat body.

There was even a creature that was very similar to the cat in the ancient Terra era, let out a piercing growl in surprise, and then quickly ran away.

The servants tending the terraced garden were horrified, their tools spilled on the ground, causing the governor to be stabbed through the fat with a rake, dripping a small amount of blood.

He could barely get up, but his fingers were still holding the trigger tightly. Alan Bayer took out his gun and smashed his entire palm with one shot. The blood mixed with the fragments of the bolter scattered all over the ground. screams.

In his marching life, Alan Bayer has seen many times his arms were blown off by heretics, his thighs were completely cut off by heretics, and he still kept silent. In comparison, this guy is simply...

"Stand up, I can't take you!" he pointed his gun at the bastard, then yelled at his servant. "Come, you spineless citizen, hold your master up."

The servant got up, patted the mud on his body, and replied. "Yes, my lord."

Alan Baier said. "I am not your lord. This world is already a world of traitors. Only the Emperor can write off your sins. The mistakes and stupid mistakes you have made are heartbreaking."

"Now, down, out."

The dull servant led his noble master down slowly, and the owner of this building hated the former governor of this world as if avoiding the plague. The data tablet is obviously also an aristocratic class.

He just let his family hide in the cellar, and faced the new master of this world with his servants alone.

"Thanks to the Emperor, we are saved. I am disgusted and disgusted by this damn governor's groveling towards heresy." The governor shouted like crazy before the words were finished. "You damned traitor, are you going to step on me? Your family was not liquidated because you are my sister's husband! If I fall, you will die too!"

Alan Baier just held down the Governor, and then said. "What, you want to add insult to injury, or do you think that insulting him can exchange for the prosperity of your family for the next hundred years?"

"I'm not that easy to fool."

Said the nobleman. "No, my lord, I used to control the agricultural production of this world, but I was persecuted because I didn't want to join forces with heretics. Now I am no longer in power. You can look at the records. I have been in office for 20 years, and what is the tax record of this place every year? .”

"Look at the suppression I received because I didn't submit. If it wasn't for the high position and power before, and the heretics didn't have time to count all the loyalists, I must have died a long time ago."

"I thank the Emperor for his gift from the bottom of my heart."

No matter it's true or not, if he can really increase production capacity during his tenure, it doesn't matter if he is used. There are no red pirates. Even if these guys are really heretics, they dare not make mistakes.

Alan Bair he just said. "The imperial guards don't mess with you. If what you said is true, just climb back to that position by yourself. Don't think that the imperial guards care about your little things. Just pay the 11 taxes." Then he pressed the governor and walked out mansion.

But for that guy, for that nobleman, the words of the imperial officer made him feel a lot looser all over his body, and the sweat continued to flow out...

He realized that this young-looking officer was not simple, so he called the servant over tremblingly. "Prepare gifts. Let's go to the base of the Imperial Guard and bring some red wine and delicious food. We met a nobleman today."

"My lord, our garden..." The servant was a little uncertain, but the nobleman just scolded. "What is a garden, such a senior officer

It doesn't matter if the house blows up, let alone the garden! "

"Hurry up, get ready, get things ready!"

This is the case with the imperial nobles, whether they are capable or not, powerful or rely only on the honor of their ancestors, good or bad, they all rely on the huge and inefficient bureaucratic thinking to act.

Compared with this little episode, in the base of the Imperial Guard, the doctors of the Imperial Guard have already begun to dispense relevant veritaserum, making people in a dazed state and answering every question.

The members of the Imperial Guard ignored the poor nobleman who was foaming at the mouth, and didn't care about his smashed palm, and his extremely broken spirit made it easier for him to spit out knowledge.

At the end of the long interrogation, Alan Baier, who was drinking coffee in the lounge, said to the officer who dealt with the follow-up in this world. "Don't waste your time, the core is casting the world."

On the other side, the heavy Gothic kraft paper was brought, and Alan Bayer couldn't help but feel a little unhappy looking at the information on it.

First of all, it records the evil body experiments of the Black Mechanicus on the foundry world of Militia. Although it is very vague, it is clearly marked on it. Except for those well-known zombies, they are more likely to carry more exaggerated genes. Modified creatures serve as weapons of war.

Secondly, as Alan Bayer speculated, the small cycle composed of Mechanicum, Hive World, and Agricultural World gave these three worlds the idea of ​​wanting to be independent of the Empire hundreds of years ago. With the help of the Founding Governor and Melko, they even concealed 30% of the 11 tax revenue and used those materials as strategic storage.

In the end, the general strategic deployment of the Forge World in the governor's mind was also clearly marked. The cultists would bring weapons produced by the Mechanicus to replace the servants, and the vacated priests could put their own abilities into production.

Its planetary defense force is strong enough to resist the invasion of the Imperial Guard. From this point of view, the Partorians must land from the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from the castle of Mechanicus. And enough to hold them back...

"No, there must be experts to deal with them. It will take a while for us to control this world, let..." Alan Baier knocked on the table.

"Second Lieutenant, adjust the radio and communicate with the Bordeaux."

The ensign nodded. "Yes, boss!"

The buzzing radio communication was connected, in front of the huge imperial communication equipment, Alan Baier said. "Send a star language, requesting the Destroyer Eagles to join the war... The goal is to forge the world, Minatilia, to assist the Imperial Guard in the attack."

After the captain answered, Alan Bayer felt a little drummed in his heart again. He couldn't order those demigods and giants, he could only convey the news. What they did in the end and what they did was their own decision.

He is not used to the feeling of being unable to grasp it, which is probably why the high lord of Terra is so afraid of space fighters. They are so powerful and extraordinary that their sense of alienation from mortals is even stronger than that of Mechanicum. But at this moment, only they can please...

(End of this chapter)