Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Rush to the sky
There are only two possibilities for mortals to charge to the space fighters, one is crazy, and there are heavy tanks, but obviously this group of troops does not have any of these characteristics at the same time, at least in the eyes of the Master Chief, those seemingly crazy soldiers are calm in their eyes. The light is chilling.

"Rely on the bunker, protect the body, maintain continuous combat capability, give priority to attacking those heretics with blue runes on their bodies, and the jetpack troops are ready to attack after the distance is sufficient." The comparison of tactics adopted by the Master Chief when he is not sure about the enemy's capabilities Conservative, but as long as you get orbital air supremacy, you will soon have Ancestral Dreadnoughts and Orbital Bombardment to support the battle.

Negativity is just to better preserve power, and now, the Master Chief mobilized the communication equipment next to his ear, and searched their only current ally from the most obscure channel.

"This is the Sergeant of the [-]th Company of the Doom Eagle Chapter," he said. "Prove your identity in the name of the Emperor."

"Good to hear your voice, my lord," replied the weary voice. "This is Captain Jesk, currently the highest-ranking commander of the No.40 Quadruple Infantry Regiment in Loander."

The Master Chief heard the weariness in the man's voice, with an unhealthy husky, but strong nonetheless.

He thought, they are quite loyal believers. Although they are inferior in firepower and numbers, they are also rare allies.

"Good to meet you, Captain Jesk," the Master Chief said. "Assess your troop configuration for me."

Jeske said. "From an initial regiment of 820 soldiers and 21 armored vehicles to the present, I currently command only [-] able-bodied Imperial men and women, along with seventeen Leman Russ battle tanks and twenty-one Chimeras. "

"We are operating near the streets outside the temple area, where we have reinforced several buildings, ammunition is low, and rations and medical supplies are almost zero, and we have no ability to contain too many enemies."

"Now the disease is serious, there are many deaths, losses continue, and morale is also deteriorating, but let me say, my lord, your arrival will bring more courage to my soldiers."

"For the Emperor."

"How long have you been on the battlefield?" the sergeant asked. "And can you tell me about the situation of the enemy here? Troop strength, deployment, armament? And the situation of those disgusting heretic soldiers?"

Compared with the infantry regiment that just fought in the Star Language Palace, this unit obviously has more intelligence and has been fighting the enemy for a longer period of time. Therefore, the Master Chief pinned his hopes on the past, and amidst the hail of bullets and the roar of explosions, the engine roared continuously. On the battlefield, the news that this person answers may even change the situation of the battle.

"Those Engili people, they launched the attack 21 days ago, at the beginning we thought it was just a peaceful material transaction." Captain Jeske said.

"But they used force to tear open the star port, the cargo was soldiers, and then they used virus pollutants and conventional ammunition to clean up the legion in the city with ground-shaking artillery, so we lost more than half of the regiment during the first wave of attack."

"Me and a few other officers managed to bring our troops to acceptable underground shelters, but the others... the Emperor did not protect them..."

"And after that, those rune lunatics attacked. I estimate that those guys had an army of two to three thousand heretics, supported by modified heavy trucks and heavy mobile artillery."

"General Jolin, the warlord who ruled the remaining legions in the first place, tried to counterattack on a large scale, but the plague dropped by the enemy made the battlefield full of danger, and only a few armored engines could act."

"To make matters worse, many innocent citizens and soldiers stood up and approached our battle lines as if they had hatred for us. If you can't shoot, you lose the opportunity."

Cassian frowned, disturbed by the expected number of enemies.There's more heresy here than orbital scans show.

"The counterattack has failed utterly, my lord," Jeske continued. "That cost us at least another thousand capable men, along with General Jolin and his entire upper command staff."

"My people and I have persisted so far, trying to harass the enemy as much as possible, and launched several cautious attacks in an attempt to break the siege of the Star Language Fortress with small-scale guerrilla warfare."

"But so far we've had nothing but failure. I think we've only lasted so long because the enemy army isn't fighting like a sane human being, instead they're prolonging our suffering for as long as possible."

"You have done everything you can, and the Emperor has graciously watched over you for it," the Master Chief lamented. "Now, however, he has other tasks for you, Captain."

"Mission...Of course, my lord! What is your order?" His tone remained firm, especially when he saw the erratic hope.

"My brothers and I are guarding the Starspeak Fortress, we must take it to send a message to Skadi's main forces, we must rejoin our comrades and liberate the stars from the chaos in Njili Port!" The tone is impassioned , The sergeant's words made the captain realize something.

"Is that an expedition?" Jansk asked, his voice full of excitement. "My lord, we hadn't thought of that at all. We thought, maybe..."

"That's victory?" said the sergeant. "No, Captain, this is only the beginning of the final defeat of the Heretics, but in order to do our part in that battle, we must return to our comrades.

Aid us in that battle and the Emperor will favor you, the Warlord of Skadi needs all the warriors he can get. "

"Skadi? Skadi…" Jansk asked, his standard discipline relaxed for a moment, then asked. "Master Alan Baier?"

"The master of the star area has seen through the enemy's thinking, and now the organization is advancing." The Master Chief said. "It's a long story, Captain, but that can wait. Right now, I need you to mobilize your troops and support us. I will let the 154th Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard here convey the coordinates."

"Obey, my lord. Send me your coordinates, and I will mobilize the whole regiment." The captain replied without hesitation. They had heard many miracles of Lord Skadi, and now it was even more of a revenge.

The Master Chief tapped the rune on his gauntlet, and as he signaled to the 154th, sending data, the huge backpack on the communicator's back briefly flashed and went off, paused, and then Jansk spoke again Yes, his voice was urgent.

"My lord, you happen to be in the field of attack by the enemy, who have maintained a defensive belt every three to five kilometers around the fort since the beginning of the siege, and they have some kind of witchcraft to cover them from our oracles. "

"You should be encountering engagements by now. If you haven't seen them yet, it's because they're mobilizing evil rune warriors. Those soldiers can do a lot of inhuman movements and are experienced at the same time. Once I saw They dodged bullets!"

"Ha, they already knew we were coming," said the Master Chief, and opened his helmet to record the chaotic voices on the battlefield. The captain just remained silent for a long time, and then replied as if he had overcome some fear in his heart. "We will come to the front line as quickly as possible! In the name of the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor." The Master Chief replied silently, and the enemies in front of him were completely close to the attack range, and the armored shots that hindered them had no effect. He already understood why those soldiers could dodge the bullets.

Those heavy trucks can dodge the attacks of anti-material equipment, such as the hand-held missiles of the space fighters and the mortars of the imperial guards, which makes him think of the Eldar.

And his eyes intersected with the enemy, it was a traitor in military uniform, the sky eagle was replaced by an eight-pointed star, evil, betrayal, and his thoughts were messy, the Master Chief could only feel a trace of nausea rolling out of his throat.

When the thick cloud cover dropped a drizzle on the ground full of dust or corpses, the smoke from the engines of the war covered the ground and represented the beginning of the battle.

The warlord Ed von Ka stood on the roof of the truck like a statue, and more than hundreds of evil engines roared and cheered. The green-skinned vehicle had unimaginable thick armor, and the rune warrior who was good at mobile warfare could Give him peace of mind, he shoots enemies like the soles of his feet are glued to metal, and his arms are genetically enhanced so his deflagration pistol can whine and be accurate.

He inhaled the smell of blood on the battlefield, enjoyed the smoke and temperature, and commanded. "Let those corpse emperor warriors see that the mortals they trust are not reliable."

Chaos Wizard Castor replied respectfully. "It is... my lord." His voice was long and distorted, hissing constantly, and the distiller on his body became a prop to store his evil psionic energy. In addition to reading minds and manipulating others, he would also play with evil diseases , in the case that the spell cannot be released accurately on the car body, he doesn't want his head to burst with a rough release, so those poisons have become the best way to break through the defense.

Not even the gas masks of the Imperial Guard or the sheathed armor of a Space Marine could endure the beauty of the Crucible, the Father of Plague, imbued with psychic powers and Warp tropism to defy the purest of armor.

He lifted the vicious thing and hurled it at the enemy while the Master Chief yelled. "There are throwing objects! Priority shooting!"

Those filthy copper-colored malignities streaked across the sky, to the Space Marine's intricate eye aids, aiming runes and their contemplative processors becoming a point.

The explosive bombs flew, the projectiles were pierced, but the poison had a huge range, mixed with the slightest raindrops, the liquid fell with poison and fell to the trenches. Hearing the sound of sizzle, the Master Chief found that his invincible armor Melted by foul power, like sulfuric acid poured on metal.

"Oops!" He murmured the Emperor's name in his heart, but he saw those loyalists kneeling on the ground trembling. Although the soldiers of the Imperial Guard wore masks, it was useless to inject holy tonics or stimulants.

The Space Marine would be much better off, but he could feel his own two hearts pumping poisonous blood into the Space Marine's terrible liver system.

"Don't hesitate, activate the jet pack, we leave the poisonous rain area, the imperial guards withdraw to the left and right, you don't need to stick to the temple, leave it to us, hurry up and find the priests and medical staff!" The kindness of the mortals, the 154th regiment of the Imperial Guard Loander has lost its combat effectiveness, so there is only one way for 50 space fighters to defeat 3000 fighters...

"Brothers." He made a long and thick voice. "Live to death, spread your wings and fly high." He looked at the approaching truck and used a heavy logging gun to prevent the Imperial Guard from evacuating, raising his weapon. "Destroy the tires of the enemy's vehicles! Then activate the backpack, and the melee combat begins!"

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

Bang bang bang, flashing projectiles, explosive bombs flying, and accurate shooting made it impossible for those blessed by chaos to dodge. Although the thick poisonous mist was rubbing against his internal organs, the Master Chief didn't care.

Those imperial guards could endure such pain to show their loyalty, why couldn't he?Why can't they?After the jetpack is activated by the thermal boost, there is a constant warning on the head-up display of the heat emitted by the enemy.

But like the slogan of the doomed eagle, live to die and fly high, they are the emperor's favorite falcons, only to hover in the sky, plundering the life of the enemies of the empire.

Fifty space warriors soared from the sky, and the flames from the bolt pistols took away the heads of the enemies and smashed their flesh and blood all the time, and the enemies jumped from the vehicles because the vehicles could not move forward.

Many giants fell like meteors at this moment, and the Master Chief took the lead. The shock wave generated by the huge body even caused waves like water ripples on the thick ground, and finally made dozens of rune villains next to him almost fall to the ground.

The Master Chief and the three of his team landed next to the command vehicle, one for revenge, and the other for wanting to tear apart the enemy's command network. At this moment, the psyker who was still flaunting his power and projecting poisonous gas just retreated in fear. His robe It was inconvenient for the son to get out of the car, coupled with the vibration of the space warrior's landing, he was caught by the screw in a hurry, and fell to the ground with a lot of dust.

he yelled in panic. "It's the Astartes!" All he could answer was the horrific roar of the bomb, the blood burst, the head flew out, and the loathsome wizard lost his life for his pathetic deed.

Ed von Ka looked at the Master Chief calmly. He was surrounded by those special fighters, protecting the commander from falling into the fate of the wizard Custer.

"Astartes, Astartes, servants of the Corpse Emperor, long-lost, I once fought side by side with you when I served in the Empire. Although it is not your battle group, it is also a fate." The commander calmly Looking at the giant in front of him, he didn't know whether it was because his warrior was strong or because he was too arrogant.

But the only answer to him was the Master Chief's raging roar, a battle cry that could tear the eardrums of a mortal. "A natural disaster is coming!"

(End of this chapter)