Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 213 Beyond the Shadow of Death
This forging world is not completely dead. There are life forms in the desert on the ground. A large amount of materials are pulled into the thin atmosphere of this world, and then they are continuously consumed, so that the various elements and water molecules actually produced are in the air. It took thousands of years for this almost dead place to give birth to life.

However, the creatures here are not aboriginals, but subspecies that are produced in the continuous commerce and trade, and individually adapted to the environment of this world.

A gerbil once observed by the second lieutenant ran across the flames-out camp of the Imperial Guard, across the trenches, jumped over the shell casings lying on the ground, slid down the helmet of a dead man like a slide, and was finally thrown from the sky. The bayonet pierced the body and put it on the fire to roast.

At the gate of the main nest, the imperial guards did not enter as they wished. The "ceremonial" soldiers in gorgeous red and white military uniforms and exaggerated high hats, the elite of Partoria stood like straight swords, vigilant.

In contrast, the other imperial guards who assisted Partoria, such as the boys of Varea's 17th Infantry Regiment who joined under the call of the Sun Lord, did not have such backbone.

"Fuck, my lord, why haven't you gone in yet? Didn't the angels open the gate?" A sergeant wiped his gray face, pulled out the teeth of the gerbil that had been roasted until it was almost burnt, and then tore Biting the poor corpse.

The bonfire was built with dry dead wood, and the recruit numbly added firewood, then sighed. "Sir, the local residents refused to cooperate. The last batch of garrison troops were attacked at night after entering. The next morning, the camp tents were full of excrement."

"A group of unscrupulous people. We rescued them on behalf of the empire, but now they are blocked outside and eat dead rats?"

"This group of guys are also, are they really human? They are highly vigilant every day, and their fighting power is strong. They are desperate to fight..."

Compared with the elite like Skadi, the powerful Partoria Legion and the infantry regiment born in Varea, an ordinary hive city, are almost completely different in combat quality and combat effectiveness. The Master Chief felt lonely.

He thought that he had reached the pinnacle of his life from the PDF (Planetary Defense Agency) to the Imperial Guard, and his combat power was affirmed, surpassing 90% of the living people in the Empire, but the real battlefield has more elites.

The recruit just smiled silly. "Didn't we see the Astartes monks? When the war is over, we will have the capital to brag in the regiment when we go back."

The Master Chief just sighed. "The optimism of the recruits, those giants are here, do you think we can go back..."

"Listen, seeing the angel, either the enemy is all gone, or we are all gone, only those supermen can walk back, and even they can't go back!"

The recruits muttered. "Didn't it mean that when the angel came, the chances of winning were guaranteed!!"

"Fart, the enemy is not strong, they won't come, look at how many brothers died in the battle some time ago, but the Sun Lord is really powerful, there is a demigod accompanying him, he will definitely win if he wins, I can only say that I hope I can see that day stars."

That's right, the sigh of the veteran is indeed true. Although the power of chaos is hopeless, most people can't deny the prosperity brought about by the alliance of the three planets under the belief of chaos and the abundance of supplies produced by the decompression of 11 taxes.

As its leader, Militias enjoys more resources, and this huge war factory therefore has an extraordinary supply of supplies and abundance.

And the people here are very clear that all this was brought about by the genetic sage and governor, Melko. Since he is the tyrant of this terrible world, he is also a sage who is considerate of the people. colleagues and attitudes towards the Empire.

On the contrary, he is an extremely rational, idealistic, and intelligent lunatic. He can clearly tell what is the most precious thing in this world, people's hearts and productivity, and they are honestly in his hands at this moment.

The production, garrison, and strategic deployment of the Imperial Guard were hampered by the delay of the residents, and for the Chaos traitors, if the Imperial Guard shot and killed civilians, it meant that they completely gave up their position of salvation.

The war has not yet been settled, and lost the little public opinion left in the empire?It's not impossible, it's just that it's not time for settlement yet.

Troublesome people can be killed with a box of explosive bombs, but the hive capital with hundreds of millions of people, the will of the residents and the weapons and equipment provided by the traitors, if the Imperial Guard oppresses them and actively betrays them, the war will be completely passive.

The war has been mired in the quagmire since the Astartes knocked open the factory gate of the foundry hive with an iron fist, and the colonel of the Partoria Legion rubbed his temples at the command point, communicating with the demigod Master Chief.

"The soldiers are already dissatisfied. The residents are so against the imperial guards. We opened the physical door, but there is no way to break through the wall of our hearts."

The messy pipelines and narrow space in the messy command point, because they are buried underground, the non-commissioned officers of the Destroyer Eagle Corps have to keep their heads down, with a height of [-] meters and thick power armor, with complex rune records on the armor With his great achievements, and his battle-hardened consciousness is not only sensitive to war.

he said. "People in this world don't know the bad things about casting the governor. They use human corpses to conduct heresy experiments, plunder merchant ships to obtain supplies, and the most terrifying thing is that many people in the hive are often missing."

"There are no seamless walls in this world, it's just that we need to stir the gaps." The Master Chief evaluated the current situation and calmly analyzed the situation.

"What's the literacy rate in the world?" he asked.

The colonel wanted to smoke a cigar, and asked because of his admiration for the giant. "May I?"

The non-commissioned officer of the Destroying Eagle Squad nodded, and the colonel nodded in a polite manner, and asked him if he needed one.

After confirming the opposite party's thoughts, he slowly exhaled the smoke ring and said again. "The literacy rate is very high. Do you want cultural propaganda? To promote the secrets of the local casting governor?"

"That's right, step up the propaganda. Since the governor of this world has given those common people so many favors, let him suffer for himself."

The Master Chief replied and continued. "And I will investigate the experimental area of ​​the main hive and obtain decisive proof to encourage humanity. By then, we will not be the passive ones."

"Excellent idea, but the task is difficult. It is my first time to fight side by side with Astartes monks. It is really an honor. Do you need my soldiers to follow you?" The colonel asked sincerely. The supermen of the empire fought together, but the gift of the emperor's blessing, even if they were close to death, some people flocked to it.

The Master Chief just put on his red helmet, the grille of the armor making a slightly harsh electronic sound.

"Living to death is a heavy responsibility that mortals cannot bear, but it is the right path for us. We don't need to accompany you. May the emperor bless you, mortals."

Kaka, the heavy armor walked out of the bunker, watching the demigod go away, the colonel sucked the last puff of smoke, and picked up his communicator.

"Storm troopers, go follow those supermen, don't expose them, if they don't come back, you can go to see the emperor, and I know that you are the weak in this mission, but you can change your life When the Astartes return, I will bury you all according to the specifications of the heroes of the empire."

"For the Emperor."

There was a buzzing sound in the communicator, but he was determined. "For the Emperor."

This is a battlefield, no matter how quiet the current situation is, it is still a war. The colonel hung up the communicator, and an elite stormtrooper with a full body of carapace also sneaked out, approaching the complex main nest, using its special individual soldiers to hide Armor and elite training barely kept pace with those superhumans.

And soon, the empire's transport planes flew over the residential areas, and the traitors who controlled the core area strafed with close-in anti-aircraft guns. However, several transport planes did not enter the core area of ​​the city, but just wandered in the residential area full of buildings and high-rise buildings.

The citizens of the empire were very nervous. They fled around, looking for air-raid shelters. Some people spread their arms wildly, scolding the injustice of the imperial guards as if the trial was over. Stepping to death.

In this huge city with hundreds of millions of people, the complex human nature is displayed in the low roar of the bulldog transport plane.

Crazy or indifferent, greedy or benevolent, but someone soon discovered that what landed was not a virus bomb or a cyclone torpedo, but a book that recorded the dark side of the hive capital.

Organ reselling, body modification, human trafficking, stimulants, hallucinogens, in this glamorous and beautiful city, in the peak of wisdom of human civilization in this empire, what is written on it is unsightly.

"Did the Governor do this? Did the Governor Milko do this??!" Someone shouted, and someone was angry, and soon, the judicial policemen with electric batons were wearing law-enforcement armor and carrying the will of the Governor. Fighting servants, shoot civilians with massive water cannons and non-lethal projectiles.

Confusion and screaming, only a few people calmly put away the brochures issued by the Imperial Guard, hiding them in boxes and garbage bags in the dark, waiting for the limelight to pass before studying them carefully.

This chaos gave the Doom Falcon the opportunity to sneak into the core area. Looking at the towering spire, the Master Chief felt that The Imperial Needle was really a magnificent creation.

It overlooks the entire main hive and is the largest and oldest building in Minatilia. It is a 3000-meter-high iron tower built 4000 years ago to commemorate the emperor, but its significance is more to express the local The people's superb engineering and construction technology.

It was taller than the jagged towers of the Ministry of Justice, and dwarfed even the twin towers of the Palace of the Anglicans.

When the sky is cloudless, the whole city becomes a giant sundial, and the iron tower is the pointer, and the residents of the city can accurately deduce the time from which street is in the shadow.

Now their goal is to sneak into it. According to the information provided by the Sun Lord, most of the technology laboratories were buried under the tower by the gene sage Melkor. They need to enter like a nightmare to ensure the smooth progress of this matter. .

The vast ash of industrial production now fell like volcanic ash from the leaden sky, whitening the gothic roofs and tower tops of the ancient gray city.

Snow is constantly accumulating on the ornate exterior decoration of the house, on the wrought iron drainage pipes, on the brass eaves, on the fire escape like bones, and on the willow windows.

Relying on the complicated street cover, the special team of destroying the eagle, a total of four people, a group directly under the fourth company's non-commissioned officers, advanced in an orderly manner.

It's hard to imagine that such a huge armor and a heavy body can be so silent, but the anti-gravity and anti-shock equipment installed by the Mechatronics on the power armor and the fit provided by the enhanced electronic fiber bundle can indeed make the space warrior To move forward silently.

They are both falcons and nightmares at the moment, but they still need small tricks to get inside the Empire Tower. The heroes were born in an almost savage, wild place called Ghost Peak, their hometown.

There are not so many metal cities there, and there may not be so many people, but hundreds of years of war experience have made them come to the hive city more than once.

The Master Chief used his powerful arms to bend the sewers in the lower part of the city. Such a huge city needs a terrible sewage system or ventilation and cooling system, and he has seen the largest, the pipes on the notorious Nekmon Loda. The five-meter-thick monster in front of him was even bigger.

The humid air and the moss growing on the walls of the pipe made this place almost a different world. When the Master Chief led the soldiers down and turned on the night vision ability, a black and white high-contrast picture appeared, but there had been no one inside the pipe for thousands of years. take care of.

They had only walked a few hundred meters, and the savage plants that were born wantonly attacked the demigods with blade-like sharp blades. Yes, the color cannot be seen clearly because of night vision, but according to experience, it should be green, which should be used to clean the pipes The predatory plants buried by the beasts inside, although they don't know where they were produced, are definitely not primitive creatures in this world.

In order not to disturb others, the sergeant stepped forward quickly, and the demigod first waved his fist and held down the entire giant plant bush, then stuck the root with a monomolecular saber, and then uprooted it like a gardener.

Touch, the whole carnivorous plant as tall as a mortal, about 1.7 meters in height, was pulled out instantly, and then fell on the top of the pipe, overflowing with dark green liquid.

And this monster-like green plant was still wriggling on the ground at this moment, trying to re-root and gain nutrition. The Master Chief raised his foot at this moment, and the weight like a small vehicle instantly crushed this disgusting thing, even denting the inside of the pipe.

Then the Master Chief took a look at his armor, and there were obvious scratches on his fist. The leaves of this creature are comparable to a single-molecule sharp blade, but fortunately, it is not strong...

"Go ahead, west, the next pipeline to the right, and find the enemy according to the plan." He ordered unhurriedly, and when the supermen left, the elite human beings who appeared behind, the peak mortals, and the stormtroopers looked at the people on the ground with lingering fear. mud…

And ask yourself, how many people will die if they encounter this thing?

(End of this chapter)