Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 237 The Encirclement Outside the Encirclement

The dry and hot atmosphere became more and more intense underground, and the heat in the center of the earth seemed to become active. The temperature had reached an astonishing 29 degrees. On the endless long driveway, the fleet of heavy trucks also spewed smoke, promethium, and fuel, driving towards forward.

The smoke continuously spewed out by those dual civil fuel engines for the evil made the interior of this cave turbid and rare, and the thin air made with equipment became less and less.

Rumbling, there was another vibration in the silent and quiet underground, with the roaring thunder or the unpleasant smell of gunpowder, debris and iron sheets flew everywhere, and the heavy off-road tires of the vehicle rolled into the metal scraps in the distance before it was unbearable stop.

The Mechanic Priest stuck out his highly modified body from the back of this small convoy. Even though others have emphasized that this place may still be dangerous, the traitor of the Dark Mechanic Cult is not afraid. He is not a human being, and his metal body is more The stupid armor of the vehicle's hull is even stronger.

If he can be penetrated, it is useless to stay in the car. He walked out of the car to check those things. He is confident that his transformation can make up for the small-scale armed force attack in the theater, and he is ready to recover those scattered Supplies.

His huge metal body showed agility different from the normal speed of action. The high-power servo pumped this highly illegally modified body inside. The Dark Mechanism is such a thing. They violated the rules of the Empire and the Mechanism. Satisfy the needs of individuals for knowledge and practice, so that their bodies are guinea pigs.

The only goods that can make those things so valuable are the treasures they have built with all their strength, the most elite equipment of the empire, and the equipment of war.

And when he walked into the ruins of the vehicle, bent down and used his many arms to inspect the treasures used by the space fighters, and looked at the buried works and the bombs scattered all over the ground, his dissatisfaction with the space fighters became more and more intense. The stupidity of the Space Marines and the Adeptus Mechanicum's thirst for knowledge created conflicts in many matters.

When the complex rituals or behaviors of worshiping the gods of chaos are seen by the sages who left their hometown after being fed up with the complex religion of Mechanicism and chasing the truth, the feeling that makes them sick will creep up in their hearts, and they will be ruled by the so-called teachings and reputation. Repressed emotions versus those longing for truth.

He embraced the terrible power of the destruction power only to see the real appearance of the world. When he was not satisfied, he was sneaking in the dark, making small troubles, and came to the red pirates, but he was still bound by the stupid customs and beliefs of those space warriors. walk on the nose...

And he wiped off the fallen thing, a terrible bolter weapon with sharp edges, to be precise, the bolter often used by space fighters, and today's transportation is therefore very important, every bolt, every bullet Both represent countless wealth and manpower, and are also the painstaking works of technical sages.

"Stupid thing..." He didn't know whether to call the people who ambush here or the space marines, only the disgusting resentment was still real.

He was going to recover more things at this moment, the speed of the machine servant was a bit slower than his, so he followed behind, and when the mechanical half-human servants came, the recovery work would proceed in an orderly manner.

The projectiles are wiped clean, soaked in holy oil, packed back into the box, and the bombs and plasma guns need to be carefully repaired by technical sages. At the same time, a lot of food is thrown away because the trucks are not loaded enough. Overweight vehicles are more deadly when driving on the road. In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the space fighters, then those mortals can become sacrifices.

At the same time, the Mechanicus can also choose to give up its own servants, but this choice of self-sacrifice obviously will not appear in this era.

Human life is the least valuable thing. Under such special circumstances, food has become the cheapest discard. After all, the things that make up 60% of the defense line are not mortals but space fighters. Secondly, it is difficult for mortal troops to fight against Scar Di's Fourth Infantry Regiment confronted each other, and such a rational choice made people feel chilling.

But the essence of such a well-calculated mechanical "Zhuge Liang" is also composed of arrogance and ignorance. He subconsciously brought the Skadi people into the countless imperial guards he defeated before. force.

They are not weak troops using laser guns, but legions capable of crushing space fighters and crushing countless enemies of the empire. When this sage proudly regarded those mortals as weak, Leitlin's guns aimed at his brain, the Will never be substituted for something.

A bright red projectile was shot from the metal ruins, and the intense energy body of the heat ray pierced through the hot and dry air, followed by an amazingly accurate shot, and after a distance of tens of meters, it turned into a flame of death that filled the surrounding area. The head of thought is cut off entirely.

The fault is like a hot iron block, with no flesh and metal left, as if those things never existed.

The body of the sage fell, the servants were in a mess, his students shouted from the vehicle, and the mortals started the engines, but the continuous shooting aimed at the hearts of the traitors before the engines started.

Engines, cabs, dozens of trucks, armored vehicles, and transport vehicles were immediately paralyzed. Those who survived could only hide in the vehicles in fear, trembling with their weak personal promethium headlights and those priceless transport items. Lean together.

It's ridiculous, those powerful weapons can't protect anyone at this moment, only those mortals who hear the sense of crisis approaching, hallucinations or real, they take hallucinogens for a long time because of their beliefs and circumstances, so that the basic situation is indistinguishable Cleared up.

Those feelings that used to help them serve the gods fearlessly after getting excited on the battlefield, now become the negative feedback that amplifies the fear, those servitors are killed, shot, skulls and metal, projectiles and vaporization, Chaotic sounds, things falling, screaming.

That kind of feeling is like everything being stretched, slow but flashed extremely fast, as if the perception has become infinitely stronger, but those things can only feel death.

Fear, a suffocating attack, the most basic desire of life is stripped of the shell of belief and worship, and those who betrayed the empire because of cowardice or obedience began to face their own weak hearts.

When the door of the car compartment was opened, a flash of intense light stimulated his eyelids, and there was a sound of exclamation.

"Emperor! What is he doing?!" That was the voice of Raitlin Kid, and what he saw was a bloody mess, a cultist who cut his body with a saber, the messy clothes, the tattered armor of the former Imperial Guard There are chaotic-style decorations and runes on it, and the complexion is very pale.

Now smashing his belly with a saber and screaming horribly, as if the Imperial Guard had done it to him.

The Master Chief walked in, clutching his nose, ignoring that crazy thing and taking away the ammo and some good enough supplies, but not much, just enough for them to ambush for a few days, and the rest of the things here need Burn them all with white phosphorous bombs.

And he explained it kindly. "Suck too much, I've seen it before, I didn't enlist in the army at that time, but what I saw when I suppressed the internal rebellion in the hive capital as a PDF."

"People who believe in chaos will need all kinds of messy things to maintain their madness. Some sects choose cannibalism, and some people like complicated religions, but the most convenient and most widely accepted thing is actually hallucinogens."

"It is said that in the ancient Terra era, some people obtained hallucinatory toxins and poisonous mushrooms to get in touch with their gods in hallucinations, and many people obtained miraculous abilities through this method, which is the so-called psionic power."

"In other words, hallucinogens actually appear frequently, and when taking them for a long time, most people do not become psychics, but instead become fragile. If they fall into the situation of one person, they will be stimulated to madness by war or fear .”

"Stress reaction, like a beast, unable to think, unable to understand the situation around you, and then die."

"Isn't the gain outweighing the loss? That's it for the so-called contact with the evil god?" Little Raitlin hadn't experienced many things, and the Master Chief only thought of the terrifying power of the psykers he encountered.

"You have only seen the legal psykers of the empire. Those things are like cats, domestic cats. If you see these cult psykers one day, you won't wonder why they are willing to go crazy and get those powers , that is the power that can really change one's own destiny, and it is extremely fast."

"Everyone loves this, everyone believes they are the chosen one, their destiny, but the reality is often not the case, crazy, burst, death or whatever, as long as they can climb on top of other humans, they will go try."

"How tempting, without any burden, as long as you can control yourself not to die, you can reverse everything, control everything, and enjoy everything, and those who are rational and unwilling to take hallucinogens will be coerced by the environment to accept it, but in the end His fate is nothing more than a drug addict." As he said that, the Master Chief stomped on the dying and gasping lunatic's head, and the skull was instantly shattered under the impact and pressure, and he lost consciousness and died.

He picked up the box he had picked out again, and handed it to Boy Raitling. "Your share, pack it, three days of food, take it into the pipeline, be careful not to be followed, and then we will install the incendiary bomb and clean up here."

He looked at the tired look of Raitlin kid, and emphasized again. "There will be more and more actions like this in the future. The enemy will definitely send vehicles even more frantically in order to supplement the shortage on the front line. If you can't hold on, you can apply for a rest."

"Can't hold it...can't hold it?" Raitlin asked, holding a thick box that was as tall as his own. "You don't need to take care of me. I'm short and thin, but I'm also a soldier, even recruited by the Sun Lord."

The Master Chief realized his impoliteness. No one can comment on a brave man who took the initiative to go to the desperate situation. He should not regard people other than Catachan as such a weak existence, but he will not apologize, just Continue to organize supplies like a bad-spoken old father.

Soon, the terrible smoke and light unique to white phosphorous bombs rose from the wilderness. War is like this, persecuting everything is victory, and the Catachans also changed from living in the forest to living in the pipeline.

They formed a special encirclement, blocking the progress of most supplies. It was impossible to drive in this imperfect place full of stones and metal waste. Not abandoning those roads was the only choice for the traitors.

Only a few people formed the rear disturbance but successfully blocked the entire front. The war is destined to be complicated, and sometimes it is not the victory that can be represented by a large number of people.

The enemy's countermeasures this time are very accurate, taking advantage of the geographical advantage. The invasion of an impenetrable fortress is enough to make people upset. Under such circumstances, they can organize resistance and encirclement very quickly, which shows that the Imperial Guard has once again encountered difficulties. entangled enemies.

In the depths of the pipe, those wet places, the second home made of metal, the place that makes people hate and have to endure.

The warm light flickered, and the Leitlings were waiting to fry warm food. The guerrilla war would become long. Although this victory went well, no one could tell what would happen next.

Catachan soldiers made simple mines to hinder the progress of the enemy's vehicle body. Promethium, energy magazines, a small amount of grenades, gunpowder and other messy things are definitely not as powerful as professional military ones, but they are also the best answer at the moment.

The Master Chief was leaning against the wall of the pipeline to monitor the ground for weak vibrations. His augury instrument was firmly pressed against the wall, and everything seemed to be normal.

Until the bright red light appeared on the instrument, the Master Chief immediately covered the flame with a cover, extinguished the things that had finally risen up, and blocked all the sounds here, giving quiet instructions with sign language.

On the ground, several interstellar warriors are patrolling here, and from time to time, they look like unused channels. To be precise, they are checking all possible places where people may be, holding most of the information in their pockets with auspicious instruments.

Now the scarlet giant spoke to his war-brothers. "Brother, is that pipe checked?"

"The biggest one?"

"No, it's the one next to me. Someone seems to have crawled into this pipe opening, look." He squatted down and rubbed the pipe mouth with his fingers, but he didn't touch any moss. Someone must have been here, and even came in and out frequently.

"Mouse, I found it..." The Chaos Space Marines looked at each other, and then slowly descended. As a scouting force, they wore flash bombs and jump shields, and there was no problem in close combat like pipes.

The captain took out the flash bomb and threw it down. Hululu fell into the pipe and then exploded. The intense light made the whole pipe look like it had been struck by lightning.

Then those Chaos Space Marines walked into the pipeline, turned on the night vision ability of the power armor, and moved forward with shields in hand.

The dark pipes are gradually brightening, the captain said. "Someone, that..." He looked at the iron barrel in front of him, which was covered by the lid. He walked forward quickly, holding his shield vigilantly to check the iron barrel. When he lifted the thing, there was a landmine inside. visible!

"Damn!"

Rumbling, the huge force overturned the space fighter, because he was not injured by the shield, but he was in a mess, but the pipeline was not so lucky, the power of the explosion spread through the pipeline, completely collapsed the place, and trapped several chaos space warriors it's here.

Meanwhile, the Master Chief was eating the grilled steak in the pipe, and cutting up the food. "It seems that my trap is working. I didn't expect the fake pipe entrance to be so effective."

Catachan is an expert in survival, how could he make such a low-level mistake, and when the steak was eaten, Chaos once again lost to his own arrogance.

(End of this chapter)