Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 265 Tearing the Sky
12 jets, this number is the limit of the backpack, after injecting a large amount of energy fuel, the high-powered motor makes a violent sound, propulsing the giant with pure explosive force and almost burning high temperature.

As a price, the incomparably strong jetpack is being dissolved, and the thermal core engines compressed by countless refined iron and energy-gathering crystals are being unconsciously propelled. There is power, but that's all.

So many sacrifices, what do you get now? Flying, flying, the Master Chief is flying, the violent gusts brushed against his dark and withered skin, the pupils of his eyes have been paled by various storms, and his arms are shriveled like charcoal. It's full of holes, it's hard to imagine that this once heroic warrior is now as terrifying as a demon.

He is holding the Falcon Sword. Now, complex automatic sensors can't provide him with the correct guidance, the roar of his brothers is gone, and even the feeling with the battle group has become indifferent. To be precise, apart from the skin damage And just feel the pressure of the cold and the wind, just the glistening psychic nightmare in the darkness.

At this moment, he himself can't tell what is supporting him to make a crazy choice, but he knows that it is not the emperor, but the feeling of trusting in something, trusting in victory, hope, that is what people live in the hearts of people in the age of dark technology. I don't know good or bad feelings.

Those things complicately drive his body to do those things, not belief or worship, but indeed for himself, for the warband, and for the brothers.

The light of the Sun Lord can protect the Doomhawk from being feared by other space warriors who wander in the turbulent areas of the maelstrom. Skadi can let them fulfill their duties of working hard for the empire and share the pressure of conscription on Ghost Peak.

His brothers could thrive on this planet, the new recruits, the veterans, under the patronage of Lord Skadi as the new Angels of the Empire, so he could give up all hope, just for the uncertain future.

Therefore, his hand holding the blade became more and more tense, and the flashing psychic energy in front of him became stronger, but it was still flickering. , a hateful person, turned into a bridge between the real universe and the realm of chaos.

The fierce hurricane caressed his body, the wind pressure, the load, those things that mortals can't bear are tormenting his body, but his blade is sharper and more shining, brandishing his weapon like the black spiritual focus .

It passed by as quickly as a bullet, and only a trace of blood wetted the body of the Master Chief. He flew up from the place called despair like an arrow.

He cut something, but now he can't see clearly, only the warm liquid smelled of blood, telling the giant of his success, the psychic storm gradually subsided, and then followed, the extremely powerful and deeply buried body Survival.

To survive, his emotions, body, and desires are roaring, the jetpack is burning, he needs to put it down, he almost instinctively presses the release button of the backpack, and the small mechanism linking the gauntlets ensures that countless space fighters are in need. Moment will fiddle with his own flying authority at will, but this time, this simple and efficient thing has been melted to a certain extent by the scorching steam of the backpack and is no longer sensitive.

"Damn, damn!" The Master Chief began to increase his strength, but he quickly abandoned the backpack and directed his power directly to the metal wings that kept flying him into the sky and bursting.

With all his strength from his only arm, he pressed the device on the gauntlet to help the emergency escape, and then pressed hard outward. The metal beam was pulled straight and weak by him, and the sound of cracking and cracking continued. The Master Chief could clearly feel that he The blue veins appearing all over his body screamed like weeping, and his joints creaked and roared.

However, now that he has gone all out, he has achieved death, and now he is about to live!To live!And the Space Marine's fearsome colossal power did as he wished, and in the choice between breaking bones and getting out of the pack, luck chose him again.

Kaka, amidst the wailing sound of mechanical metal, the weak links of the composite ceramic steel armor loosened under the force, and the terrifying sturdiness of the elite imperial machinery almost became the grave of a space soldier. After the Master Chief felt his body lighten, he broke away Backpack.

However, the heat-ejecting metal wings continued to move forward until they reached a very high place, and suddenly burst, turning into bright red flowers like fireworks and countless scattered metal pieces.

The Master Chief was out of breath, he had no more strength, and the desire to survive finally dissipated, he let his huge body fall downwards, and his journey seemed to have come to an end.

At the same time, the astropaths who were threatened by the psionic backlash in the astronomical fortress also survived. Their robes became messy due to the sweep of psionic energy. live.

But they stayed where they were, with their heads bowed, and tears flowed from their blank eyes, mourning for a certain hero, because they knew that this death was all because of them, and the fall of the Master Chief was only a matter of time.

For those who use psionic energy to perceive the existence of the physical universe through the subspace, the time in the eyes of the astropaths is already blurred. If the time of normal people is a line, their time is probably a picture, but many are covered by the chaos gods place makes it a puzzle again.

Therefore, they do not deny the absoluteness of the prophecy, but they do not agree with the uniqueness. There are various interpretations, but now the death of the Master Chief is actually a certainty in the eyes of those psykers.

The lack of psychic energy caused by the war and its own fatigue made those powerful psykers unable to help the Master Chief, and their own particularity allowed them to see this happening early. That kind of sadness is probably the most terrifying in the world The thing that is knowing that God is destined to...

Numerous people in history have proved that divination, prophecy, more fleeing or obedience will bring them closer, so those who knew the ending early can only mourn for those who are still alive, which is ironic and sad.

But there is no shortage of stupid people in this world. A Thunderhawk gunboat sailed across the sky, and the strange war engine that was almost a cube flew across like lightning. The fourth company commander of the Destroyer Eagle sat in it, letting the wind hit his face, He also carefully watched the situation of the war on the ground, and his body is now full of bullet craters and traces of death, but compared to himself, he just asked the radio fiercely. "The Xingyu Fortress has arrived, and there is still one kilometer left! Specific coordinates, specific coordinates!"

After the first part of the mission to attack the low-Earth orbit fort was over, after they set up a temporary base around the fort, the fourth company commander began to communicate with the troops of the Star Language Fortress through the fire of baptism.

It's just that after analyzing the information very quickly, those bad things urged him to come here at the fastest speed. Now the Thunderhawk gunboat that can swim in the universe became bright red due to the friction of the air, and the speed also reached the limit.

The layered composite material composed of titanium rolled plate covered with ablated ceramic steel layer successfully ensures that its powerful body can advance at an extremely fast speed inside the atmosphere.

At the moment each RX-92-00 can be used as a powerful rocket booster, the forward turbofan section of the engine can be isolated from the exhaust port and combustion chamber thanks to the fuel provided by the fusion engine reactor on the gunship.

Now the fuel produced by the continuous roar of the reactor is pumped into the combustion chamber, and after burning, it produces a high-pressure and high-speed gas flow, piercing the entire sky, cutting through the gray haze after the rain like a blade.

The cooling tail air flow cut the entire sky like a triangular cross section, and the few remaining soldiers of the Space Marines and Imperial Guard looked at the sky.

"A Thunderhawk?! A support sergeant?" Lieutenant Jesk, wrapped in a gray cloth used to dry his body, drank an odorless vitamin supplement, and shouted to the soldiers who reported to the medical area next to the command area.

The captain squeezed away the painful wounded beside the hospital bed and muttered repeatedly.

"Okay! Okay, okay..." He started to look excited, then quickly became happy, and finally felt a little lonely, because he was really happy for the rescue of the space warriors, but soon found himself as a mortal, so close to those angels, But can't help.

Mortals, mortals with mortal bodies, although they are well-known as the heirs and warriors of the Emperor, but the real gap is well known. Space warriors are not mortals, and mortals are definitely not space warriors.

They used to be comrades-in-arms, but at this moment, the captain was just as unable to save the men and women who died in the war, nor could he save the Master Chief who destroyed the Eagle.

He suddenly picked up medical alcohol, mixed those things with a water jug ​​and swallowed them whole, ignoring the surprised eyes of the field priest next to him, smelling the unique and holy breath of the peaceful incense in the camp, and praying to his god-emperor, victory And brother's back.

he shouted suddenly. "The Space Marines have come! To save their war-brothers, for the Emperor, for their brothers, while we stand by..."

"At least, let's pray, let's pray to save our hero..."

The helplessness of mortals is the reason why this world is dark and cruel. No matter how great or smart you are, as long as you are not good at psychic powers or accept transformation, you will only live for a hundred years, your body is weak, and your memory is short. In history, such gravel cannot even have a splash of water.

At this moment, the identities of the heaven, the earth, the heroes and the wounded are like their physical differences. When the battle is over, no one will remember the sacrifices of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 154th Infantry Regiment, and no one will explicitly give up singing the praises of the interstellar war that defeated heresy. Soldiers, but remember the imperial guards stationed at positions up to a hundred.

How cruel this universe is, it seems that the millions of lives in the empire are destined to be unable to make waves.

One kilometer is not far away for a gunboat that can sail freely in deep space. When the four-company commander's eye indicator and intelligent locking found the focused energy very quickly, it was a bright red explosion, which made people subconsciously pay attention.

And the Master Chief who was falling was indeed found to be constantly falling below. In the devastation, the fourth company commander tried his best to shout with the grille, but it was covered by the engine and air flow.

No matter how much the fourth company yelled, they couldn't convey those voices, and without preparation, the Thunderhawk's extremely fast speed would tear the Master Chief apart, and he had to make the space warrior take a good posture and keep his sideways A gesture of convenience for rescue.

"Damn it, the Master Chief doesn't wear a communicator, and we can't communicate remotely. There are still 500 meters, which is an instant for the Thunderhawk gunboat!"

"It doesn't matter, pilot, first adjust your posture, adjust the gravity equipment to a low level, and fly under the Master Chief to catch him!" The company commander commanded urgently, but the pilot retorted.

"He doesn't know we exist! According to intelligence, he is already blind. If he falls in a normal free fall posture, hits his head or vital organs, and then bounces up due to low gravity, the possibility of falling again is very high. The elastic meat ball looks like a high-altitude iron plate."

"I need him to stand up and use his thighs for impact relief and stability!"

The company commander scolded. "I know that too, but now I can only rely on miracles! Go under him!"

The driver showed a distressed expression, but subconsciously started the engine and accelerated downwards beautifully to hundreds of meters below the free-falling Master Chief, but even so, his chance of death was still huge.

Just like what the astropaths believed, no matter how much you violated your fate, they still saw the fate of the Master Chief dying in the war, so this path is already an established reality, unless there is a mistake in the highest heaven, but this is impossible .

Now the sad hero is still falling, the Master Chief's eyes are dark, and in the illusion, he seems to hear a prayer, the voice is bright, so that the thought that he has given up on living is dissipated for a short time, he listened in a daze, that is God Who are the emperor's believers praying for?

After a brief pause in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a bright silver light in front of his eyes, which hurt, and then the shriveled and unusable lens began to blur the picture again. What is directly below him? !
hope!It is hope!He immediately adjusted his body posture, landed at the very moment, and his feet landed firmly on the metal outer layer of the gunboat, and the company commander immediately smiled when he heard that unique voice.

"He survived!"

That's right, the Master Chief survived. He stood tremblingly on the sunken iron skin. Even in low gravity, those complex alloys could hardly accept Superman falling from an altitude of [-] meters. His thigh was broken and his power armor His footsteps were broken, but he just tried his best to use his blurred and unreal eyes to find the focus of the silver light flashing just now.

But soon a question arose, the tail flame of the Thunderhawk gunboat was orange... so where did that amazing silver light come from?

And whose prayer was he hearing?Those doubts flashed through Master Chief's mind, but he put them down quickly, because he knew that he had, human beings had, and a father who took good care of them, but he couldn't get out of birth now, so he could only let Chaos abuse his children …

(End of this chapter)