Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 59 Don't Disgrace the Blood of Sanguinius
The beauty of this garden world once amazed the son of Baal. It is the pearl of the empire, and it is also a rare bright thing in the long darkness. People have a preference for beautiful things, let alone angels.

When the blood of the green skins was sprinkled all over the forest, and the alien genes in it were burned by the flames, the sons of Sanguinius who completed the mission collected supplies from the wreckage of the city swept by the green skins, and when the sergeant in the Astartes got the ancient According to the instructions of the empire, such things should be judged by Lian Zhitan, but the non-commissioned officer had studied archeology for a while, and he knew the fonts with his scholar servants.

He quickly realized that the above content would allow the world to protect itself when it faced new dangers, and it would also enrich the military power of the empire, but he chose to trust the mortals in this world without hesitation.

He lacks the arrogance of a Space Marine towards mortals, especially because he was saved by mortal fire support in a war.

And the most important thing is that he has special feelings for the servants who are willing to give blood to him. Maybe for today's Astartes, such feelings are a failure, but if someone can witness the emperor's love for him The initial appeal of the space fighters is to find that the non-commissioned officer is the real "perfection".

But I have to say that the Holy Blood Angel had the foresight. The sergeant quickly realized that the green skins are a lingering haze on this planet. The trees will be the places where the greenskins breed and a large number of wild beasts will occupy this place. hinder the stationing and transformation of the empire.

Even if the star realm army fighting with them is remarkable in combat effectiveness and strong-willed, it is generally unsatisfactory.

But the long time is enough to change mortals, the sergeant looked at this rich planet, in order to give her a chance of survival in the attack of the green skins, the sergeant decided to search for the inheritance in the file.

But in the age of dark technology, human buildings have covered this world. It seems that this place is open to humans in other worlds as a tourist attraction. Although the natural environment is deliberately preserved, and even the environment of this world may be man-made, there is no trace of it. One can imagine the difficulty of finding a small place in a world through ambiguous handwriting and half-baked ancient languages ​​that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Even the angels of the emperor must go through adventures in the style of the ancient hero Hercules to find the clues of ancient technology. They slaughtered the orc camp and dealt with the invasion of Ada pirates. In this world, they are like gods, but their whereabouts indefinite.

In fact, most of today's cities were built with the help of this team of Astartes, and the people of the empire are also willing to provide their own blood for the Son of Sanguinius, but there is no doubt that the frequency of such battles is too high They traveled all over the world, only to discover the secrets in the ancient relics.

This is the reality of the rupture of human civilization. Even the toughest warriors of the empire could not analyze the simplest words in a short time. They traveled all over the world just to find vague records.

When the flagship of the Blood Angels left early, they fought in this world. When the residents worshiped them, they searched in this world until the sergeant found that their starting point was the end point. Fatigue, battle wounds, and the trick of fate made his black anger Reached the pinnacle.

At the last moment, he entered the technological coffin in the ancient ruins, the stasis position generator.

Other space fighters can't prevent this from happening, and they don't dare to leave with ancient technology, because the technology in this world is insufficient to provide a stagnant position of operation, as long as they are taken away from here and the source power is cut off for a few hours, the sergeant will completely Swallowed by rage, he became the angel who once guarded Terra in hell.

They can only leave reminders for future generations to convert the records of ancient documents into more understandable ones, but they can't say them directly, they can only blur the words so that mortals who are greedy for profit can't understand.

They took away the Iron Man here, as well as the large knight titans, leaving only weapons that can be used by mortals and their own officers, and then joined their fighting brothers.

Just this archeology took two life-limit days of mortals, a full 200 years.

When the sergeant was also silent in this garden world he loved, his brother left the last commandment, hoping that he and those who found him would live up to loyalty and dignity, yes, live up to the blood of Sanguinius.

But the loyal and benevolent warrior has been limited by the flaws deeply buried in his genes. His sanity and wisdom are gone, only the most basic anger, loyalty, and pain.

Why should such a curse be made on human angels? In any case, blood thirst and black anger represent the pain of the sons of Baal, as well as their honor, howling in this dark universe.

Now the time has come for the Emperor's Angels to manifest their significance.

Although Alan Byer is not clear, the battle situation on the ground has reached a precarious point. When a large number of green-skinned mechs roared and exploded on the void shield, and the intermittent sound on the radio made Alan Byer quickly Realized something was wrong.

Now it is said on the ground that the firepower on the opposite side exceeded expectations. The orc explosives from the powerful roaring engine exploded on the heads of the Star Militia Army, and the trenches and sentry towers dissipated in an instant. I found that my fourth company suddenly couldn't get in touch...

There are fragments and rubbish everywhere, the copper and iron walls have become construction waste and ruins, the soldiers who are lucky are missing arms and legs, blood is flowing from the disconnected place, and the unlucky ones have already seen the emperor.

The staff immediately guessed that the Orcs had installed artillery on the mechs to attack human positions, and the Astra Militarum made it impossible for a regiment to have artillery and infantry at the same time because of that damn second founding, and again, The empire's system has worn down the soldiers of the Star Militia, but the staff noticed, why can those orcs shoot accurately?

He thought hard, but found that in front of the window of the headquarters, next to the inconspicuous bunker, in the rough trenches, a small green thing was chattering with rough equipment.

It's Grit, that disgusting, vile alien communicator in its hand is constantly communicating its location!
The staff officer immediately drew his pistol, and the bomb turned the fart into a bowl of mushroom juice, but he immediately realized the problem.

"Hurry up, get out of here, soldier, hurry up!" He yelled at the lieutenants. Before the others could understand the situation, what they saw was that the staff officer suddenly cursed, shot out the window, and immediately asked them to evacuate. But the obedience of the soldiers saved them again, and after they left the place extremely quickly, dozens of orc explosives and garbage projectiles fell on the command room.

The lieutenants held the communication equipment and emergency power supply and watched their command room being destroyed, but they still shouted to other soldiers through the equipment at the first time.

"There were green skins in the previous bombing, the little fart green skins, they mixed those things into the shells!"

"Those disgusting aliens will report your location to their masters, and if there are farts, move immediately!"

When the soldiers received this news, they began to pay attention to their surroundings. When they realized that the small things were more deadly than the big ones, many of them left the guard tower without even having time to pack the heavy bombs. defense, but still retain a large number of effective forces on the battlefield.

However, the overall situation of the war was still a drop in the bucket, and the staff had to pin their hopes on Lieutenant Colonel Awada's troops.

And Avada is now approaching the greenskin camp. He may be the person who has changed the most in this world, from hugging with his peers to now training gentle starmen, from forests to walking in reinforced concrete pipes.

The Catachans would not admit defeat, they had only two choices: life or death, and when he touched his shotgun and power fist, he was even more angry with the greenskins.

Illuminated by a dim promethium lamp.

He walked through the muddy, filthy and disgusting sewer, twisted the air valve with his fingers, and there was a crackling sound, and the door of the sewer could be opened.

And the new Catachans he trained had a deeper resentment towards the greenskins. They were all local hunters in Karoo City, who provided natural supplies to the residents and the city, but because of the greenskins' attacks, their families were ruined.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada took a fancy to their anger, and used war and language as hammers to beat these soldiers. Now they are thick iron, shaped like swords, and they will slowly pierce the greenskin's throat.

War cans walked slowly through the street, and the greenskins watched the war fireworks fired by the cans with full attention. The rough voice was gurgling and shouting. Catachan didn't care about their thoughts, they only knew to cut off the necks of those greenskins.

When the greenskins walked by the sewer, the thick bronze arms would suddenly grab the greenskins' ankles, and before they could cry out, they would kill their lives with anger and strength.

Even the most horrific kill cans will be turned to pieces and made silent by the melta gun, just as Lieutenant Colonel Catachan once said.

In the forest, the most dangerous things have no sound.

In order to ensure that they will not be broken by the army, the green skins surrounded the war camp with a large number of canned food in the shape of U, which also prevented the canned food from supporting each other. Even though Cyclops is very smart, there is inevitably a negligence, that is, Catachan is not dead.

When Cyclops realized that this had happened, he watched all the bullet screens on his right side disappear and the communicator went silent in Mao Ge's mech. He thought for a while and then laughed.

"Yes, I don't like unilateral killings, I like mutual killings!"

"What? Solve those hidden shrimps?"

"No no no, I don't want to care."

"Shut up, I'm the boss."

"You're the one giving the idea!"

"We'll see..."

One-eyed was talking to himself.

After a moment he yelled. "Boys, waaaagh!" A huge voice came from Mao Ge's tattered body, the huge ancient giant machine crawler slowly moved forward, other cans, boys, and even Grits were shouting that they had been waiting for a long time things.

"Waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

"WAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The sound that shook the universe was howling like hell, echoing in Kalu City, anyone with a little courage could not help but excrete their excrement.

When the countless green skins moved forward like the tide in the ocean, even Lieutenant Colonel Arvada couldn't help sighing and praying. "God Emperor!"

He turned on the communicator and got into the sewer. "The number of enemy attacks is tens of thousands!"

Beside the sacred ladder, in the camp, the staff officer received the news, his face was ashen. He had expected countless miracles, but the reality was like this. When the green-skinned boss became the war leader who ruled the entire tribe, his fate might have been doomed.

He put down his staff cap and picked up the Tanner tea on the table. He actually wanted to travel to Valhalla. Although that place was not suitable for travel, he secretly felt that the world of ice and snow was destined for him. Maybe, He is going to see the Emperor.

He has been a poor man all his life. His parents passed away, he went to school for brainwashing, and was injected with medicine. He was like a cold iron plate until he saw the relevant records of Staff Kane.

He had only just begun to think about what true loyalty was, but he hadn't figured it out, not even after serving so long.

For some reason, he began to think about what would happen to his second lieutenant in such a situation?
He will take out something and yell at the green skin...

"I'll fuck you!"

That's right, that's the taste, the staff officer drank the Tanner tea in the cup, ah, it's really good to taste my collection at the end of life, just don't leave it for so long next time, it's a bit moldy...

No... The staff officer suddenly realized that it was not an auditory hallucination just now. He looked around, but there was only a terrible messy battlefield and green waves in the distance.

Until a Chimera that no one has applied for, with a huge metal object on it, the shooting holes on the car have a peculiar color that does not belong to the Star Militia, and some light beams touch the green skins, even the green skins of the boss level will Decompose him instantly.

Some projectiles are like diseases. When they penetrate into the enemy, the green skin next to them will roll on the ground in pain.

Something even more frightening, like a missile exploding in the herd, was shot out from the co-pilot by Alan Bayer in the cockpit.

That's a relic pistol, or an archaeological pistol, or... Anyway, the Empire doesn't have an accurate name for it. It's a pistol worn by the human command class in the Dark Ages. It can shoot terrifying small hydrogen bombs with great energy!

John is now driving the chimera and yelling. "Boss, what is this thing?!"

Alan Baier cursed. "I'll just shoot three bullets, don't look, just shoot into that big hole, and put the angel down!"

John answered right away. "Yes, boss!"

When the Chimera crushed the orcs roughly, and a drift dropped the metal coffin to the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent, and the orcs muttered.

"What kind of bastard is this!" He shot at it curiously, but this action only caused the gun to destroy the static position of the device, and the angel, which had been silent for 700 years, revived again.

When the blond giant climbed out of his coffin, the skeleton on the black armor looked crazy and holy, and a ray of light shone from the top of the lower layer of the hive destroyed by the green skin, which happened to sprinkle on the awakened angel.

He stood up slowly, looked around, with inexplicable madness burning in his heart, he shouted. "Heretic! Traitor!"

Then he said something crying. "Bros!"

Then he picked up his chainsword and slashed at the nearest orc, as if entering no man's land, blood spilled all over his armor, as if to turn his power armor back into bright red.

Even in the distance, as long as the star fighters or civilians who can see the scene at this moment salute together, their arms are crossed in front of their chests.

(End of this chapter)