Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 267

Those miscellaneous things next to the low-Earth orbit defense array piled up high into a mountain of corpses, but it didn't smell bad, just countless heavy carts transported the corpses, and then fell on it, thick juice, virus, fat Flies, that disgusting buzz.

In the end, many robed wizards painted many other symbols with chaos symbols and complex runes, grease and human blood. It looked very similar to the shaman culture that people were obsessed with in the ancient Terra era, but it was different.

Therefore, the violent warp storm is distorting the time and space here, destabilizing the remote passages where the Space Marines came here. The Eagle of Destruction is attracted.

That Ed von Ka, as the greatest honored person of Gutera's family so far, looked at those things with disgust but anticipation. He sat in his clean office, enjoying the steak, and witnessed those chaotic and disgusting deaths things.

His heart is very complicated, because human nature is so complicated, he instinctively resists filth, and what is he looking forward to, but soon, he asked subconsciously. "Caster, your strength is very fast..."

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth, his thoughts turned, and a kind of sadness climbed into his mind. He lost his adjutant, and now the astropaths have not got it, and the two wizards brought from Port Engili have also returned to the highest place. sky.

He is quite contradictory. He hates filth and worships the Lord of the Plague. He dislikes wizards and relies on psionic powers. He envies those who are favored by the Supreme Heaven, but fears the negative emotions and effects brought about by those psionic powers.

It’s just that up to this moment, he has already made many forced changes. No one expected that the wizards at the alpha level would be beheaded, and no one would realize that this war will become like this. Ed von Card see Looking at the huge mountain of death formed by their own power, what is the use of these giants and miracles, without wizards, without astropaths, their dreams of casting alpha + level psykers will also disappear in smoke.

The wizards who set the stage today are only entry-level ones who can stimulate psionic powers, and the best end for them to enter it is to be swept away by psionic powers and gifts and blow their heads.

"Hmm..." He sniffed softly, but there was nothing he could do. Those psychic matters were not something he was good at. He could only let the matter continue, and then guard the place, waiting for a new Alpha from Engili Port Level psykers come to this bloody, filthy feast for the Chaos Gods to infuse countless mortal souls into their heads.

However, time is running out. After seven days, if no support arrives, this ceremony will be invalid. At the end of the darkest millennium, according to Terra time, seven days later will be the 700th year of this millennium, also in This entire millennium is the most suitable time to gather psionic energy and infuse the psionic mage with his new life with the benevolent Lord of the Plague.

"It's a failure... or is there new material added here?" He muttered to himself, feeling restless. Ed von Ka had always dominated the world with his excellent luck and sensitivity. He looked lonely Glancing at the position of his deputy, he turned on the communicator.

"One-third of the remaining fighters in Njili gathered near the orbital defense system, and then the rest of the troops were stationed at the star port. Our crucible has reached the final stage, and there is no need to continue killing, but don't forget, this world is not Only we, for the sake of the dark gods, stick to our posts first, and the support will arrive soon. Soon..."

He is not too sure, and he is not afraid, but the ceremony is very important, and the psykers of the Alpha+ level can really become a legion by themselves, competing for this star area for the Lord of Engili, and even more. many.

The atmosphere of the war is becoming thicker and solidified. He likes this feeling very much, which means that he is becoming more and more solidified, powerful, and trusted in his own right.

He has the overall situation in his hands, victory is in sight, the Space Marines and Imperial Guard are just remnants, and he is strong and well-equipped.

The Chaos Gods gave them a gift and pampered them. This group of traitors also believed in those clumsy lies, but the fear of demons was deeply buried in their hearts. This is the emotion that humans have had since ancient Terra. Things cannot completely dispel its essence.

This is an army as complicated and distorted as their command. There is no doubt that they are also absolutely formidable enemies. Therefore, countless trenches and fortresses are constantly guarding those chaotic things.

Those fortresses have nothing to do with loyalty, and they probably aren’t considered kind. They are only guarded for better killing. The honor and props used in war that once belonged to the Imperial Guard, the fortresses and fortresses that protect the empire’s territory, are all occupied by doves. Nests, used against those they were originally protecting.

At the same time, the Thunderhawk gunboat tore through the dark clouds of thick poisonous gas and hovered in the sky. The steam from the tail wing left a beautiful trace. The Master Chief sat on it and used the sophisticated bird divination instruments to collect battlefield data, terrain, and more. Determine the bombing situation for mortals.

"The range of the void shield, roughly..." His fingers sketched enough coordinates on the screen, but even the greatest flying engine of the empire cannot get too close to the enemy, otherwise the multiple bombs on the fortress will be easily torn apart The wings, even with the same material as the Landbuster, are made for flight and the Thunderhawk is much weaker than most ground vehicles.

So the divine algebra calculated the range of those fire control arrays after its sensitive equipment felt locked on by the augury instruments, and the pilots, were not experienced mortal servants.

Because most of the mortal servants, especially the experienced ones, have already died in the first wave of attacks, and Baptism Fire is afraid to send new recruits because it is wary of orbital attacks. Although this young man is not very reliable, at present...the only Master Chief is him can be trusted.

Although as a rookie, he still has many things to do, training, many tests, such as now, he shouted in confusion. "There are enemies, lock on! My lord! Go back, the front is the air defense airspace of the fortress!"

And the Master Chief had no fear, said. "Forward, I know those weapons, keep the current altitude, they can't touch us out of range."

The driver hesitated for a moment, and then continued to move forward. The Thunderhawk gunboat roared into the enemy's defense system. Numerous anti-aircraft batteries immediately responded to its impolite uninvited guests. Heavy prevention and control equipment climbed onto the driver. The long black pipe is like a pipe organ in hell, singing coquettishly, and trying to clean up the noise of this restless singing.

The bright projectiles emitted residual heat and smoke, and broke through the clouds at a very high speed in the sky, leaving traces on the clouds that looked like small holes dug by creatures on the beach.

The Master Chief yelled now. "No, five meters up!" The pilot was caught off guard and could only pull up quickly. At the moment of life and death, the projectile grazed the Thunderhawk gunboat's armor at the moment when it exhaled heat, but this insignificant scratch caused the gunboat to shake. stand up.

The Master Chief held the fuselage of the gunboat to stabilize his body, and the mechanical arm held the instrument to record, while the hell music that greeted them became more cheerful, intense, and complex.

"It's crazy, they have fired thousands of rounds to prevent us from descending?!" The driver cursed with lingering fear.

The Master Chief just said. "This kind of situation will become dense and numerous in your next days. Are you ready to experience the fastest ascent?"

"If someone like you survives this period, then the empire will probably come to the darkest day of this era, which is the darkest time after the era of the Great Rebellion, and it is also your unlimited opportunity."

the driver asked. "Worse than the era of apostasy?" He believed in any words of this living legend who destroyed the eagle, so he asked without hesitation.

"I'm afraid it's even worse." The Master Chief looked at the ground vigilantly, and after he experienced death, he now has expectations for many things. The effect similar to spiritual prophecy made him see the erratic and blurred trajectory of the shell, just like In Norse mythology, Odin exchanged eyeballs for omniscience and omnipotence.

He also exchanged the ability of psionic advance with the clarity of his witness, but whether this is the gift of the emperor or the conspiracy of the gods or a harmless genetic mutation, the Master Chief can't figure it out, even if it is a member of the battle group. Pharmacists also cannot answer the heart of the matter.

But it’s not bad to be able to help the current empire. Although there are many confusions and doubts, the Master Chief doesn’t care, because he is destined to end in death, so he will not stick to good and evil, only for the empire.

When the pilot let the Thunderhawk gunboat descend in fear, he wondered if he still had the words of the Master Chief just now in his mind. Because the fire control lock was lost, they finally had the courage to descend below the clouds. "No trace of lock, Emperor bless."

"But I haven't seen the fortress yet, so continue to descend! If the investigation is not clear, then even if the company captain turns off the void engine, he will not be able to destroy the enemy's core firepower with bombing in the first place." The chief said calmly, for the overall battle situation , this time it is not difficult.

"Yes, my lord..." The driver went down dissatisfied, mortal cowardice, but his operation level still reached a height that is rarely seen in the Imperial Guard, but he has not experienced the hundreds of years of war, the endless war...

The Master Chief just lowered his head, looking at the vague nightmare under the clouds. It was a ferocious monster, huge, and it formed a rather interesting appearance. Countless dark forts, like a mountain, a mountain made of metal , filled with all kinds of weapons, countless trenches formed indistinctly, like the texture of the iron rack on the barbecue.

The Master Chief just raised the device, and pasted many runes representing engines, power, and ammunition depots on the holographic projection one by one.

"How?" The pilot was terrified, and the Master Chief just replied. "Normal, we can go back soon, this war will be much easier."

"Bless the Emperor, we've made it through!" The driver began to pull up with relief, and for the first time he felt that driving the engine required such a huge inner burden.

It's just that the Master Chief looked at the miserable and devastated ground underground, but his thoughts were scattered far away. He vaguely felt something. It was not a war equipment, but it emitted bright and disgusting psionic energy and heat.

Where was his focus, and it quickly became clear that around the fort, there was something…

"Down..." he said suddenly.

The driver asked uncertainly. "Here? Is this the enemy's core area?!"

"This is for victory. If you are really my future brother, you must descend. This is not a request, but an order!" His tone was extremely serious, and the feeling made the driver hesitate, but he was not Cowards, so start falling soon.

The Master Chief's field of vision keeps falling, falling, and what is in his mind is becoming more and more clearly visible. It is a huge mountain range, and on it, a huge monster is cooking something. The huge demon looks very much like him The sculpture I saw when I was exterminating traitors.

"The Lord of the Plague..." He muttered blankly, waiting for the reality to appear in front of him, he determined the goal of this group of rebel legions, a crucible that belonged exclusively to them, boiling all the souls of this world.

"Emperor..." The driver looked at the rotten things on the ground in disbelief, and the defense here was denser than anywhere before, and dozens of anti-aircraft shells were already ready to move because of this.

"Get out of the way!" The Chief shouted, the pilot began to pull up, and countless projectiles fell like raindrops, but the Thunderhawk gunship became a bird in the rainstorm. The projectile also left a hot streak on his helmet.

"Damn it..." The whole gunship was shaking, and those nasty things sent out dirt pellets to shoot at the Space Marine's mount until its engine was hit by the pellets, the overall speed slowed down, and it no longer lifted into the air, the Master Chief yelled anxiously. "Keep going up!"

"No! Our engine is having problems! The Emperor!" The driver operated those complicated instruments in a chaotic manner.

"Calm down, calm down," the Master Chief emphasized. "Anyway, keep the gunship up. This behemoth has many engines. Fear not the heretics, we've beaten them!"

The driver calmed down and looked at many instruments. "The engine and the sub-engine are fine, just need..." He recalled many things during the training, the body also roared, and the side of the concentrated engine sprayed out black smoke, but the sound became louder.

"Successful!" He panted heavily, his military uniform was wet with sweat, but overall, it was good.

The Master Chief gave a relieved smile. "Very good, very good, you really have the ability to surpass many people, but your subconscious timidity makes it impossible to perform, you must have trained many times..."

"Remember, the Emperor and us are always by your side, there is no need to fear, only in this way can we survive and live better."

"Yes, my lord..." The driver just looked at the venerable warrior uncertainly, and slowly drove the rickety Thunderhawk gunboat too high, and returned to the camp amidst the roar of countless machine guns and the roar of heretics, Maybe he will become one of the countless little legends of the empire, maybe he will continue to be unknown, but in general, today's driving, he has done quite successfully.

(End of this chapter)