Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 264 The Eagle Swoops and Kills the Wizard

Can the eagle fly high, pick up the scarred flying wings from the wreckage of its comrades, the jumping backpack is stained with mud and blood, roar in the hands of the master chief, the soul of the machine is jumping, the target is loaded in the eye indicator, the computing power is full, and the peripherals are linked .

The emperor is above, the battlefield was crushed by the track storm, and it was devastated. With the assistance of the Imperial Guard, the Master Chief put on the jetpack, and after repeatedly confirming that its fuel reserves were sufficient and the core was not dissolved due to combustion overload, the Master Chief pressed the link Use the judgment button, after a slight click, pick up the flying wing.

"Captain Jesk, I once again thank the Loander No.40 Quadruple Infantry Regiment for their great help. You and your hundreds of loyal people of the Empire and the many men and women who sacrificed for them will meet you and me under the Golden Throne .” The Master Chief said his final farewell.

"By the Emperor, it is a great honor to serve the Ruin Eagle Chapter. It is an honor to help a warrior like you. When this planet, this world is surrounded by heresy, we are dead. Only the Astroflame Emperor Light, drive our group of living dead forward, don't suffer for the sacrifice of the Imperial Guard, and cut the enemy of the Emperor, my lord." Captain Jeske, no, the entire Imperial Guard that Roander still insists on today Less than ten thousand people, so said the angel who saved them.

Sacrifice, death, and many other things have turned this world into a bright red sea of ​​bitterness. The importance of life overlaps with the will of human beings struggling in the dark universe. The laughter of those traitors from chaos still echoes in the atmosphere of this world and lasts for a long time.

Only the glory brought by the emperor's light piercing through thousands of stars and falling into this place and the persistence that have made the imperial guards exhausted so far, and now everything they have done is not in vain. Countless men and women were sacrificed, and the sky was streaked by meteors composed of countless space fighters.

The Master Chief left the ground, just as he had done before, flapping his wings almost instinctively, his body tilted slightly, and he flew obliquely in a gorgeous arc, joining the migratory birds going to war.

The non-commissioned officers said eagerly, and the griller greeted. "Welcome back, brother."

The Master Chief simply replied. "Go at full speed, the astropaths have given us the approximate coordinates, if we want to win, we must kill that wizard!"

The Space Marines, rejuvenated by the return of their leader, spoke in unison, in many different voices, but like the most tacit brother. "Yes, for the empire!"

The Master Chief is like a bird that will not stop. Even if his body is broken, he will continue to fly. If he really has a chance to rest, he will continue to move forward. Thoughts, seeing the Primarch back is also a real luxury.

But now he is no longer hesitant, he lives to die, the fate of the battle group, the victory of the war, in order to continue this huge empire, even if he will be crushed by heresy and aliens, he will still move forward.

The engine roared, so the flames continued to cross the sky at a very high speed, and the coordinates gradually became clear. After circling several fronts and a distance of several kilometers, the enemy of the empire was far more conspicuous than the Master Chief imagined.

But unexpectedly, there were no enemies along the way. The equipment of the imperial guards discarded their armor and armor, along with the loss of those machines and engines. It seemed that a huge natural disaster had come.

And those abnormal psychic arcs filled an area of ​​more than one kilometer, and the powerful electric storm even hardened the ground into coke, but the most frightening thing was that those electric power would short-circuit most of the equipment, making the imperial machinery engine unable to start. .

The space fighters fell to the ground vigilantly, but those subspace arcs were fired like pythons, freeing the psionic circle, and the blue energy body crackled in the air. Several soldiers landed, their bodies had not adjusted, so they could not react in time , was hit by lightning instantly, the powerful impact caused the space warrior to fall to the ground, the armor was cracked by the high temperature, and the wound was numb.

If a mortal approached, they would probably be smashed to pieces. Among the powerful psychic energy, the electric ions would become mist and float nearby, and the evil subspace energy would make those electric volts consciously attack those who approached.

"Dodge!" The Master Chief shouted suddenly, dodging something, a moment later the violent electromagnetic attack struck again, and the speed of almost light flashed, and the extremely violent attack smashed holes in the dry ground, but the Master Chief was really at this moment. and escaped with the soldiers.

There are space warriors' unconditional trust in the commander, and there are many unexplainable things, such as the master chief's feeling of blurred psionic motion, and he did feel an instant touch when alpha psykers and astropaths use their abilities, Coupled with the fact that he had seen psychic power countless times during the war, he instinctively judged that feeling in his mind.

And he has obviously never awakened psychic power before, and according to the standard of the empire, he can concretize and feel that psychic power must be a level of psychic power that needs to be controlled, but such a person will show abnormal conditions when he is young, and he has served for many years. Not listed here.

The other brothers also looked at the cracked ground in amazement and amazement, but they didn't think that the Master Chief in front of them was some kind of evil wizard. His bravery and will to fight proved his loyalty time and time again, so... there is only one possibility.

"Emperor, the Emperor is guiding us! Brother, you have caused a miracle, we are being guided how to deal with the enemy of the throne, you are really the chosen champion!" The remaining fighters were less than 20 people, but They are even more trusting of those who saved them, and there is no better explanation for the situation in front of them now.

"God's Chosen Champion!" Those brothers emphasized again, full of confidence. Such emotions infected the Master Chief. He didn't know what happened to him, but now he was the way to break the situation.

He walked forward, his thick organs sucked the violent air, and the electric current made the eye indicator issue a warning. His fingers lightly brushed the bright red armor on his forehead, which represented the helmet of the commander, and then turned the noisy thing take off.

He needs to concentrate on feeling those psychic powers, doing things he has never done in his life, and his thoughts are outlined to sneak into places he has never been to. It is a strange kind of meditation, but this place is obviously not the highest heaven (A space).

But now a vague answer appeared in his mind, that is, the blood of those killed rune heretics and alpha-level wizards was sucked into his body in large quantities during this period, and the subspace connection of those psychic heretics penetrated deep into the bone marrow, The curse of his death, the loathing gathered together, brought him his present psionic perception.

And soon, this absurd idea dissipated, no matter what, he took off his armor and lost his defensive power, just to believe in this vague, twisted and terrifying power...

"Only three people, I will lead the team, if the team is too large, it will be impossible to avoid the attack."

He is now the leader of the eagles, and the fate of the remaining dozens of battle brothers is the same as his commander. If the thunderbolt falls and he does not immediately express his position, then he will be the first to die among the brothers.

He pushed aside the thick layer of thunder, and countless misty electrons swept over with malice. Such things are not fatal, they haven't gathered yet, and it's scary for mortals, but space warriors can't bear that feeling...

It's just that in this state, the power armor is completely ineffective, and the source beams that fill the body are interfered without limit, and the power armor that originally provided assistance began to become a burden.

"Heretical witchcraft, disgusting!" His teammate cursed, the psionic abilities here made the area extremely unstable, and the emotions of the subspace made the space fighters restless. The existence of the Green people who can resist the electric current but not necessarily ignore the influence of psionic energy, at this moment they will probably start to kill each other because of inexplicable anger.

And in such a vague situation, there are no communicators and divination instruments within a full kilometer, and the effect is still effective. Electromagnetism makes the most primitive compass unstable. The way is the Master Chief's looming feeling.

Fortunately, under the strong psychic power, the wizard's light is as dazzling as the stars. Although it seems far away at this moment, one kilometer is just a sprint for a space soldier.

But this time the operation was only one kilometer, but it was extremely ferocious. The Master Chief felt the psychic energy rolling from left to right, and dozens of lightning bolts were gathering. Simulate the form of real energy.

At this moment, the Master Chief feels like countless tiny tentacles pulling something together, and then turning into something full of malice, strong and disgusting.

"Left! No, right? That's all! Everyone pay attention to my actions, and follow my actions!" The Master Chief realized that the traditional command system cannot handle the current situation, so he could only give up and turn to test the abilities of his brothers.

And the two brothers did not answer, because at this moment they are as close as twin brothers, and the brothers that the space fighters usually talk about are definitely not fake, because the initial thousand sets of modified organs of each chapter are It is the same genetic seed bred, carefully selected, and absolutely pure.

The advantage of this is that the Space Marines are born with weak psionic telepathy, and this ability will continue to strengthen with the time they serve together. Now the Master Chief's thoughts can erupt unscrupulously in his squad, and because of this.

They are brothers whose blood is thicker than water, but this relationship is also the source of the black anger of the Blood Angels who witnessed the death of their Primarch. It can only be said to be mixed...

But at this moment, among those deadly psychic powers, they have become the future of hope and success. If the astronomical ability is preserved, the information here will become the main stronghold for the confrontation between Skadi and Wandering Port.

Therefore, the Master Chief's footsteps became more brisk and firm, but no matter how coordinated, no matter how foolproof, following them close to the wizard, the intensity and number of attacks of the crazy psionic power increased, and the electric current that mortals could not stand made them look like the Salamanders. Like, and faint smell of barbecue.

Although the black carapace under the skin protected their internal organs and musculature, the Master Chief's naked eyeballs began to have problems. His brother was barely able to move forward because he was wearing the intact armor, but the Master Chief's eyes had already begun to sizzle Make the appalling sound of liquid evaporating!
Compared with electric current, static electricity is more deadly. The sense of death of boiling a frog in warm water and slowly cutting with a knife is more collapsed and suffocating. It's just that the space fighters are rational and determined. They know very well that if they don't find the wizard, they will still die.

But now, the long-breathing interstellar warriors couldn't avoid the burden of high-intensity physical energy consumption. When they finally couldn't bear it, the master chief yelled. "found it!"

His eyes are no longer bright and even shriveled like a monster, just like the Emperor's Chosen in countless battle groups representing those who were chosen by the Emperor to sacrifice to change the war. They are the pearls and candles of the empire, but the price is doomed die.

After the Great Rebellion, the title of once honored champion has rarely been inherited, for such greatness is followed by an intolerable duty of life.

At this moment, the Master Chief gave up everything and moved forward, using his life and body to bring the team here. They broke through the final thick fog, and the suffocating confusion and the scorching heat of burning skin suddenly dissipated.

Just as the eye of the storm must be peaceful, in the eyes of the Master Chief, the powerful psychic power at this moment... is in the sky?
He said. "Heretical? In the sky?"

The remaining two soldiers were severely overloaded by the electromagnetic field indicator. Normally, the equipment of the empire would not be so fragile, but the irresistible chaos caused by the psychic energy engulfed in it caused problems for the loyal machine soul. At this moment, wearing a helmet instead Hinder the effects of their superhuman vision.

The brothers explored the sky for a while, and soon made a fortune. In the huge cyclone, the wizard who was dragged to a height of hundreds of meters by the psychic static position is no longer young at this moment. The psychic focus in his hand, that is, the staff, could no longer be found.

And in such a situation, let the brothers shout. "He's going to become a subspace rift!"

"Damn heretical psykers! If demons appear in this world, our protection will be lost!"

"But we can't touch it! The backpack is lost! We can't fix it..."

The Master Chief retorted. "There is a way." Now that he is blind, he can no longer see things clearly, but the spiritual guidance is becoming clearer, just like the astropath, he will no longer be confused. Even if his eyes are dark, the emperor's light is the first time getting so close...

"Introduce your backpack fuel into my wings, and then ignite it with heat, and I will be dragged by that energy to fly to the enemy, and then tear that bastard with the falcon blade!"

"Brother..." The brothers hesitated. "Then, the explosion... Even if the heat doesn't kill you, the height..."

"It's okay, I'm close to death, but I hope that the Doom Eagle can prove that he can fly high at any time!" said the Master Chief.

At this moment, he is no longer confused, and all troubles are no longer hindered. With this, the combat brothers can only rely on gravity to pour fuel into his backpack, and then slowly ignite it. Under the overload of heat, he will prove that he lives to death , is not false.

(End of this chapter)