Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 262 Sword of Vengeance
The rain became heavier and heavier, the wet liquid stained the lens of the space soldier's helmet, and the light-colored transparent rain stains slid down, the Falcon Sword server roared, the blue light flickered, and the Destruction Stand evaporated the raindrops.

The strong wind licked the armor of the empire, honor, war, and death, turned into a tit-for-tat confrontation with the enemy at this moment, and a never-ending rage.

The Lord of the Dark War retreated under the protection of his soldiers and marched towards a safe zone, while several rune veterans stabbed at the weak joints of the space warriors with monomolecular sabers.

"Die!" The Destroyer Eagle let out a low and long cry, the power sword slashed across, the carapace, the deflagration gun, and the flesh and blood favored by the evil god, cut open like butter, leaving only the high temperature and destruction Tear open, even the incision that won't bleed blood.

Cut in two, there are many veterans struggling and dragging their upper body towards him, stabbing at his ankles, but the Master Chief raised his thighs, click, and his head was cracked by a force beyond the imagination of ordinary people, leaving behind black and red lumps. soil.

What the killing brings is not fear. Those rune warriors are more excited, their eyes are red, making people shudder. The Master Chief's teammates shoot and slash.

As those warriors twisted their joints and scrambled their positions to avoid the slash of the Master Chief's power sword, the gods of Chaos bestowed a boon on the loyal lunatics.

The battle fell into entanglement, the void shield was ignited by the ground shock guns one after another, the soil was rolling, and the battlefield was chaotic. When several enemies were fighting, the Master Chief saw that the runes in the visual display were bright red, warning him to feel the heat.

He hastily reversed his body, trampling the heretical body and jumping high, those people were caught off guard and trampled, the huge weight made their bones make teeth-stinging sounds, the spine twisted, and the deflagration beam followed. Come, cut through the air, and kill the heretics the Master Chief used as a stepping stone.

The heresy in the distance is aiming, and the deflagration gun can naturally be fired continuously, with an interval of less than 0.3 seconds. Even with the aiming speed, the soldier king who has been strengthened by countless trainings can aim at the immobile Master Chief in mid-air within 0.5 seconds!

It's extremely tricky. The strategic quality and fighting power displayed by those Chaos servants far exceeded the expectations of the space fighters. At the critical moment, the Master Chief used the calculation of the sacred cortex of his armor to drive the heat behind his body to jump the backpack. When the bright red runes flashed, he Soar like a falcon.

The crimson flash flame sprayed, and many heretics who were close to it could not dodge it, and their arms or thighs were roasted instantly, but the exposed place of the weird rune looked like it was carved into the flesh, even if the skin was bruised, you can see the light blue inside The traces make people shudder!

The jumping backpack can't completely solve the problem. He still doesn't have the means to quickly land. Even if the space soldier has a huge body, the weight will pull him down, but the elite who are good at shooting will not wait. Finally, dozens of runes were killed by the Master Chief After the warrior, his shoulder was pierced by a deflagration beam, and blood flowed out from the cracks in the armor made of ceramic steel fragments. The stinging pain stimulated the internal secretion of the space warrior. For mortals, the terrible drug that was like a stimulant was secreted in the complex dopamine system.

He fell to the ground due to the weight, and the corpses that were originally in place were also crushed into mud by the weight, and then the enemy's front troops attacked again, but this time, in the eyes of the Master Chief, they were slower and weaker.

The chainsword was sliced ​​open by the power sword, and the Master Chief even picked up a heretic with his fingers and swung it like a whip to defend against the enemy's attack on his joints.

But how the Falcon cuts, the server keeps roaring, and the flesh and blood breaks, but it can't change the reality of the enemy's shooting. When the Master Chief's body is pierced through the chest by the deflagration beam again, the complex and powerful organ structure makes him not affect the battle at all, but he also I can feel that the strength is being lost.

Every time you kill ten people on the opposite side, you will be shot once. The wounds continue to pile up, and the fatigue and loss are getting bigger and bigger. Those lunatics and heretics use their bodies to form quicksand. At first 10 people, then 8, 7, 6, and then fell off a cliff. Until the superhuman organs can no longer sustain the physical energy of the Space Marine.

With 100 space warriors, it is more than enough to drag them to death!The Master Chief felt powerless in an instant. These guys were not physically stronger than ordinary people, but countless training and the strange runes and spells on their bodies gave them the ability to fight space fighters in close combat, and the belief in evil gods made them not afraid of death...

The Master Chief encountered one of the few guys in his combat career who found it troublesome, especially the wounds on his body were dripped with rainwater mixed with blood, which ached and deprived him of his vitality.

He needs a breakthrough!He began to exert strength, the fiber bundles in the armor tightened to provide him with strength, he roared with all his strength, and the battle cry was magnified by the grid device to make people thrilling, no matter it was the suit of armor or himself, the Master Chief at this moment had reached achieved the peak output.

But the price for this is that he felt tingling pain in his wrists, arms, ankles, and thigh joints. Those heretic fighters inserted their blades into the weak joints of his armor, and he gave up all defenses. Blood overflowed from the gaps in the armor. It was bright red. The color is the same as that of human compatriots, but those things were quickly diluted by the heavy rain, and they slid down his body.

Born to die, his roar spread across the battlefield, he hovered constantly at high altitude, even if he was stabbed into the body and joints by a saber, he kept moving forward at the fastest speed, what was his target, those heretics who were holding guns and shooting!

Reward him with a shot, and then you will pay him back with your death. This is the angel of the empire, the warrior of the emperor, angry, roaring, the Master Chief who rushed out of the crowd at that moment almost reached the speed of a heavy vehicle, he used his shoulder Armor leaned forward, using his entire right arm to resist the light of those deflagration beams, so as not to be hit vitally.

This effect is very good. The deflagration beam does not have the principle of higher power weapon's short-distance shooting, so thick muscles, black carapace and ceramic steel can resist such crazy power.

It's just that dozens of projectiles almost evaporated the Master Chief's arm, and the thick arm of the Astartes was turned into coke by the terrible heat. The Master Chief endured the severe pain, and swung the Falcon Sword on his right hand, blood and flesh flying everywhere, killing one person.

But they are not standing in line to shoot, but a standard skirmish line. The Master Chief panted heavily, jumped out of his backpack and sprayed flames, and natural disasters came, dragging his incurable body time and time again to reap the sinful lives of mortals.

Death, death, blood, blood, he let the red-stained eagle, whether it was the enemy, the prey, or his own blood, live for death, for this.

He became the bright red jumping on the battlefield, killing the war brothers one after another, tearing apart the unsolvable sand, blasting the enemy's truck as a cover with a melta bomb, and tearing apart the heretics attacking from a distance with a power sword. It was as if the wounds on his body were gone.

He single-handedly opened an opening for the entire war, the war brothers can breathe, those rune warriors lost their fire cover, and were eaten away bit by bit. Watching the scarlet warriors soaring in the sky from behind in amazement, the heretics couldn't help but fear the almost impossible vitality of the Emperor's Angels.

What can be borrowed will need to be paid back. If this is a game, then the miracle that provides his source of energy may be dice, may be a gift, may be something else, but it will eventually stop, gradually rebuilding in the body, in the consciousness When he began to leave his body, he had liquidated hundreds of heretics on the battlefield.

There are constant warning runes on the eye display, blood loss, joint damage, and body burns, each of which is fatal enough to cause mortals to die several times, but he dragged such a body to tear the battle for all his brothers.

Now his jump pack has lost energy due to overload, and the fuel has been emptied, his armor is stained with blood, his own blood is more than the enemy's, his helmet has cracked, revealing the cheek that has fought for the empire for a hundred years, raindrops dripping His frown, the cold touch kept him clear for the last time, and he knelt down on one knee, piercing the power sword into the soil, as if he was worshiping the emperor's believer.

There are corpses all around him, like the territory marked out by an eagle with its prey, a full kilometer of battlefield has been cleared by him, and absolutely no one has the guts to step into it.

At this moment, it can be said that there are tens of thousands of heretical mortal soldiers by his side, but no one dares to shoot, because they know that if they shoot, the one who dies will not be the beast, but himself whose head was torn apart by the bomb. Now they only dare to watch, watching this terrible warrior die from blood loss.

The Master Chief failed to see the return of the Primarch in the end. His only and greatest expectation in his life now seems to be in vain. For the hundreds of years of life of the empire, has he regretted it?He himself couldn't explain it clearly, this matter was very complicated, so complicated that it involved his entire long life, but now he couldn't remember his own birth, but he still remembered the life inside the warband.

He is a warrior, and he will not change anyway, so he is not afraid of death, and enjoys the moment, but in the communicator, the Imperial Guard, the Eagle of Destruction, countless soldiers praised and thanked him endlessly, which made him feel that he was dying at the last moment of his life. A bit, too lively...

Gradually, his eyelids became heavy, and he could only put his will in the communicator, and the battle reports became better and better, but he had no spare power to save him who had entered the enemy's camp deep, unless the emperor sent an army suddenly, otherwise …

Zi... The sound of the radio was irritating, and a strange yet familiar male voice appeared. "This is Captain Jesk, currently the highest-ranking commander of the No.40 Quadruple Infantry Regiment of Loander! For the sake of the Emperor, we are approaching!"

On the battlefield, engines roared, Lemanus, Chimera, and dozens of behemoths tore through the enemy's line of defense that had been chaotic due to the attacks of space fighters. Due to the lack of anti-armor weapons, those heretic infantry had no ability to resist.

Hundreds of the Empire's most loyal men and women charged in mortal bodies against tens of thousands, the last soldiers of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment, who survived in many wars, by luck or otherwise.

They are not necessarily strong, not necessarily powerful, but they are absolutely loyal. When dozens of Lemanus main battle tanks tear apart the battlefield defenses, the main guns fire against the enemy infantry who have no trenches or fortresses. , they barely dealt with the number of enemies more than ten times higher, and several Chimera armored vehicles came to his side.

At this moment, the back door of the armored vehicle was opened amidst the artillery fire and shooting. It was the first time for the Master Chief to see that Mr. Jesk captain, tall, thin, malnourished, and completely different from the image of the savior. The same may be true of other soldiers. He is definitely not a strong soldier. Yes, but in such a desperate situation, they tore apart a line of defense.

Said the Master Chief very weakly. "Thank you, Captain..."

Captain Jesk just followed a few mortal soldiers who were still strong enough to support the huge monster with all his strength. The Master Chief limped and approached the personnel carrier, and this breakthrough caused the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loander to almost lose their remaining strength. Soldiers its 50.00%!

But the captain's answer was only. "Lead us to victory and then we'll be even."

The Master Chief replied. "The warriors of Loander are stronger than expected...May the Emperor protect us."

It's just that now a special guest came in this rickety Chimera transport vehicle. The huge weight of the space fighter made this machine slower. In order to cover the evacuation of the chief nurse, the few Lemanus tanks needed to use Steel formed a bunker defense, and after the enemy reacted to the situation from the sudden attack as quickly as possible, the battle situation became anxious again.

said the captain. "Now the enemy has lost more than half, and the space fighters have also defeated most of the rune warriors. We only need to integrate our forces, defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, and take back the star port and the governor's tower..."

"According to reports from the Loander 154th Infantry Regiment, your battle was very effective, and I thank you again for putting soldiers' lives first!"

The Master Chief watched the soldier stick the precious hemostatic gel on his joints. Through the broken armor, the icy jelly sticks to the skin, because the power armor's life support system and temporary medical array have failed. It was the first time in hundreds of years that he had been so seriously injured.

"Those heretics have mastered the art of runes, and I have no doubt that there are more of wizards and madmen of that kind..." he replied.

The captain nodded. "But we beat them!"

The Master Chief is also grateful for this incident. As long as the astronomical array works normally, the world will regain peace under the protection of Skadi, and his efforts will not lose their effect.

But soon, a huge energy response suddenly appeared in his eye indicator, and he looked at the area where the ability came from in surprise. It was something strange that he could feel, and something flashed through his mind.

"There is a powerful psychic response, something is coming, what are those heretics doing?"

The captain looked out from the inspection hole of the Chimera armored vehicle, and then faltered and shouted. "It's... a terrible storm, my God, that storm with lightning and hail?! This is definitely not the natural environment of this world!"

A sudden psychic storm ripped through the air, and the stagnant torrential rain whipped up violently, throwing rubble, corpses and wreckage towards the Imperial Guard lines in a ferocious storm.

This unexpected turn of events overturned the entire Chimera armored vehicle, and it reversed itself completely. The Master Chief's wound began to ooze blood again, and the heavy rain also roared down.

Only now did the Master Chief understand why the traitor Commander was so fearless, because there was not only one Alpha-level psyker!
(End of this chapter)