Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 42 Hot melt power
The roar of the monster engine made people feel depressing, and the explosion exploded on the Chimera's flanks, and the loyal imperial machinery was also turned into scrap iron at this moment, which made people feel heartbroken and silenced the soldiers.

Huge orc machines move on, flamethrowers and chainsaws kill everything alive, failure may be close to them, so-called sacrifices and heroes are worthless in the face of the power of true destruction?
The group of heavy explosive bombs continued to shoot, and the only answer they had was the flames sprayed by the orc mecha, which turned the explosive bombs into molten iron and turned the soldiers into charred bones.

The evil voice of waaagh echoed in the dense and narrow forest, the power of the canned fear spread in people's hearts, and the emperor's blessing dissipated completely in the face of absolute power.

The soldiers were not necessarily desperate. In the end, all eyes were still on the hero platoon leader Alan Baier.

From the day Alan Bayer remembered, the so-called specialness has been far away from him. He has seen the tireless work of the teacher, read countless complicated test papers, and expected a miracle in his heart.

His family looked forward to him and put their expectations on his body. In his eyes at that time, the sky was still completely blue.

But he is not the legendary angel who has the protection of the emperor, nor is he a so-called saint who can be resurrected after death.

It is said that if he is as strong as Staff Kane, he can tear this piece of rotten iron with his hands, but he is just a mortal, and he is like an ant in front of it.

He has nothing but the bodyguard of luck...

but they call him a hero
because he brought miracles

they call him a hero

because of his difference
they make him a hero

because he survived
They made him a hero

because only so

then he is a hero
If you can save the common people in the world!
Alan Baier got up, he took off the energy backpack to reduce the load, the ridiculously weak hell gun roared at the metal monster, and the beam hit its sensor, making the huge monster shake constantly.

"Come here!" He shouted, and ran, he induced the orc machine to turn its gun, so that other soldiers could crawl out of the bunker and run towards the city with ammunition and equipment.

However, the beam of his hell gun hit the body but could not penetrate it. The so-called rhetoric before was just a joke now.

But he will not sit still, maybe it sounds stupid to give his new relatives a chance to survive, but Alan Bayer also hopes that he can live to death this time.

His shoulders were aching, and his eyes couldn't see clearly. He danced like an actor in front of the huge monster, and a single shot from the hell gun couldn't reveal a few holes in it.

He tossed and turned in the forest, hoping to win a ray of life, but the huge mechanical monster could burn the forest.

For the greenskins, the so-called environment was just nothing. The high temperature surrounded the forest, and countless trees were ignited by flamethrowers. However, the flames not only did not kill Alan Byer, but also allowed his body to hide in it.

The green skin piloting the machine became more and more irritable, with missiles and flames constantly spraying out, but Alan Bayer hid in the forest, panting heavily, and slowly retreated to the distance.

The miracle happened again, is it luck?No, it was the experience of fighting Catachan that taught him how to hide in the forest. With only one person, he can hide more thoroughly than other soldiers!
Even if the flames burn his body, it will be hindered by the highly sealed armor of the carapace, which makes him unexpectedly heat-resistant, and dead leaves like swamps can sneak into it to lower the temperature.

And the others have quickly evacuated, holding ammunition and weapons, and the Chimera, who is only a staff officer, will sleep here forever...

When the gigantic war machines depart, only burning ferns remain.

Alan Bayer breathed a sigh of relief, he still survived, he took his life.

Until a cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head lying in the dead leaves, he spoke in rough low Gothic. "Xiami, have you played enough?"

It was a special war boy, a damned thing, a vicious thing trained by Cyclops, the stench of his body and the smell of black powder from that damned weapon disgusted Alan Baier.

His green fingers were on Alan Bair's tactical belt. What was his goal?Catachan Glaives!
Obviously, what Cyclops likes most is also the favorite of other special fighters. This guy didn't die in the fight just now, but he took a fancy to Alan Bayer's comrade-in-arms relic.

There was no other way, Alan Bayer could only bear with this nasty green skin to take away what he wanted, and the arrival of the special war boy also made the orc mecha realize that something was wrong here.

He split the forest and walked to the side of the two people who were at a stalemate, and the huge machine made a sound. "Is it the dried shrimp that the boss asked for?"

The Operator boy replied in Low Gothic. "Yes, it's him, Boss Xiami who pressed the bomb!"

"I want his knife, and I will give it to you as a reward!"

The huge machine replied. "No, I want a knife too!"

The special war boy scolded. "You can't even come out of the can!"

They looked at each other, and if the can sensor was still "eye", Alan Bayer spoke at this moment.

"If you really need this knife so much, I think you can duel."

The special war boy is obviously smarter. "Duel? Now? No, no, no, you're not dead yet!"

But the canned head was not so clear. He directly swung his big iron chainsaw blade and hit it. The special warfare boy immediately took out the anti-vehicle cannon on his back, smashed his arm in mid-air, and the iron fragments rubbed against him. A scarlet gash was drawn across Alan Baier's cheek.

"I am! The owner of the knife!" The orc in the fear can shouted, and Alan Baier also took advantage of the chaos and ran away when the special war boy fired, and then pointed the hell gun at the special war boy.

He opened fire directly, and the beam of light smashed the damn thing's flesh and blood. He was also very lucky, the boss of the one-eyed orc seemed to care about him?

Generally speaking, it is a great luck not to be headshot by a bomb, but here comes the question, when the body of the special warfare boy falls to the ground, how will he deal with a raging orc can now?

Alan Bayer immediately rushed to the corpse of War Boy Green Pete, grabbed the tattered-looking anti-vehicle rocket launcher, and pulled the trigger on the orc can!
Then the bazooka fell apart...

Sure enough you can't use orc weapons without a waaagh stance? !
The canned food was adjusted, and the huge chainsaw swept over. "I don't care what Boss needs you to do, Shrimp! Die!" he yelled, and the buzzing chainsaw also attacked!

"Fuck!" Alan Baier closed his eyes, hoping that killing people with a circular saw wouldn't hurt too much...

But after a while, a huge light appeared. Was it the emperor's manifestation?No, it's the unique light of melta weapons!
The huge mecha cockpit was completely melted, the chainsaw brushed against Alan Baier, and the ashes of the dead forest leaves sprinkled on his face...

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada stepped out from behind the orc mecha, a gleaming melta gun with an unextinguished flame still blazing from its muzzle.

"Boy, what a big commotion you are doing. Now we are trading one life for another. It's all over."

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(End of this chapter)