Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 60 I am the Emperor's Hammer
As dust fell from the chimera, the cockpit harpsichords frantically warned the pilots of the number of enemies in the loyal Imperial machinery, but they were everywhere.

Chimera goes up and down, "surfing" in the rough waves of the green ocean, even if the firepower of the dark age of technology is powerful and terrifying, but facing so many green skins is still a bit powerless.

They are not alien refugees or hive civilians. Even the guns of the dark technology age can hardly penetrate multiple greenskins at once. uprising of thousands of people.

The waaaagh stance provides unexpected protection to this group of monsters. When the greenskins gather together, their strength, stamina, and even physical defense will increase. This is the most terrifying part of the greenskins.

What's more, in this group of waaagh, apart from ordinary green skins, there are also a large number of bosses and mechanical cans. For example, in front of the Chimera armored vehicle is the loyal Holy Blood Angel, who uses a sharp chainsaw to cut through the filthy flesh, and there are Star Militia behind. With the continuous firepower counterattack, the Chimera and the fourth row may have died in the dead end of the war long ago.

The fourth row can't all get on the bus, and the capacity of the Chimera is only about 30 people, and a large part of them are distributing weapons to other Star Militia compatriots. In the Chimera's communicator, the voice of the staff is indistinct. Appear.

"Second Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant, what are you doing?"

Alan Baier replied. "I feel good, sir, I'm taking care of the enemies of the empire."

The staff returned. "What's good, let me ask you, where did you get the weapons from?"

Second Lieutenant Alan Baier replied. "They've been under your feet, it's just that many things and the world have stopped them from shining."

The staff officer asked again. "And that Astartes monk?"

"Sorry, there's no time to explain and we'll talk when things are over."

Alan Baier looked at the fear cans charging in the distance, took out his relic pistol and shot fiercely, the laser light and the sound of energy magazines overloading roared, it was difficult to understand how ancient technology could make the effect of plasma or hot melt Sitting inside a pistol, but this firearm has the effect of a multi-purpose pellet.

It is not only a terrifying weapon that can launch special ammunition, but also a multifunctional weapon that can be connected to various energy sources. It only needs to attach various sources of power from the empire to the handle of the gun, ranging from electricity to promethium. Use the battery of the beam gun.

But now, it is in the hot melt mode, and the sizzling sound is the sound of water molecules in the humid air being evaporated. Of course, apart from water, the evaporated thing is also the cockpit of the orc mecha.

The golden molten iron fell on the ground, splashing and splashing on the other green-skinned heads under the can, those guys didn't realize it, they just touched their heads, their skulls and fingers were burnt, leaving only bones, but still charge.

To greenskins, death isn't scary, it's not waaaagh.

But those things were instantly beheaded by the enraged angels. The superb technology, explosive bombs, chainsaw swords and the will to fight in bloody battles, orc infantry, even if there is an orc called the boss, they still would not be his one. enemy.

The strength of the son of Sanguinius was impressive, and even many green skins couldn't help but want that shrimp to be their boss when they saw such a crazy appearance.

If you can look down from the top, there is a sharp blade in the huge green-skinned tide, with a scarlet tip and a blade that spews flames, cutting through the boundless attacks of the orcs.

Could they be hope?
Not necessarily, because the real scary thing did not appear, in the sewers, underground of the hive capital, in the pitiful gaps, under the influence of the huge waaaaahhg, the communicator completely failed, and Lieutenant Colonel Arvada called again and again.

"There are super-large, Titan-level orc mechas! There are Titan-level orc mechas!"

But behind the communicator, there was only a suffocating silence and the sound of electric currents... When Avada raised his head and saw a huge monster like a mountain in the distance through the gap, the pain in his heart had nowhere to vent.

"All the staff are moving forward along the pipeline. We can't notify our comrades immediately, but I hope that you can all sacrifice yourself for the empire."

Lieutenant Colonel Katachan said words similar to those of a staff officer, but loyal people do not need the "cultivation" of the Loyalty Academy to spontaneously embark on the path of saints.

Regardless of the so-called belief or human nature, the shining soul in the dark universe will not fade even if it falls into the subspace. When the empire can only embrace this universe with madness, all the light will be more dazzling.

No one chooses to retreat, they approach the enemy's advancing route, even if such a choice will cost them their lives, the only thing they have, but if the world falls, what is the use of their lives?

When the underground soldiers advanced, the staff officer who was hung up looked at those damned orcs. He had stopped and killed this group of things in various worlds, and now they came back again and again, destroying all good things. .

The staff's hatred for the aliens has long been buried in his bones. There is no doubt that he needs an outlet. Compared with being bombed by green skins in the fortress, he hopes that he can improve the battle situation. Now the Astartes monks and the Dark Technology Age The weapons are in hand.

He saw an opportunity.

"Every member of the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment obeys the order. The Emperor is above. Heretics are trampling on the territory of the Empire. We cannot shrink here and be beaten. I have ordered in the name of the highest staff in the field. All members, bayonet!"

"As long as those who can still fight, follow the second lieutenant's Chimera and open the battle line for him. We will do a scalpel to tear open the wound created by the second lieutenant and Astartes monks on the green skin, and then control it, like bacteria Fester and inflame the wound like moths, until those green skins are completely dead!"

After the staff officer finished his speech, he turned off the radio, listened to its beeping sound, put on his battle robe, took the chainsaw sword, and spoke to the officers and soldiers in the other command rooms. "Okay, I know you don't like to stay here and command, come with me to kill the green skin!"

Non-commissioned officers and lieutenants loaded their firearms, explosive bombs, and ammunition early on. More than 1 soldiers of the Star Militia Army also loaded bayonets. They didn't care about being compared to bacteria and moths. It can take away the huge green-skinned alien dynasty, and they are willing to become moths without reason for generations.

Of course, some people will still comment that this operation is very stupid. It gave up its firepower and defensive advantages and turned to charge, but the actual and experienced imperial commanders will feel that this judgment is accurate.

The boss doesn't die, the greenskins just keep on coming, they will start to come in from forests, wild lands, and even space orbits because of the huge waaaagh.wishful thinking!

And no matter how many people are lost in this operation, if the green skin can be beheaded once in exchange, the true horror of the green skin can be killed in the cradle.

When the haunting smell of promethium wafted over the battlefield, the greenskins suddenly realized that several chimeras were coming towards them, spewing flames.

There are also tons of human shrimp with weapons, and they are expecting this!

Engines roaring, death, blood, bayonets and beams, the hideous sound of the staff officer's chainsword churning flesh, killing a few more greenskins as long as he could still pull the trigger.

The Seiko Bolt pistol blasted the head of a greenskin, the staff officer yelled. "Officer class, don't let that Chimera fight alone, grab the melta bomb, and die with those orc engines!"

Just like what Staff Kane said, the really good staff is not relying on guns to drive their companions. Now he has done it. In order to seize the chance of victory, in order to dissipate their anger against the aliens, the officers unstoppably rushed towards the greenskins. .

It can be said that the advantage caused by Alan Bayer and Brother Astartes is less than one-tenth of this crazy death charge, but this is the flame of the last life of 1 people, which is enough to burn everything.

The loyal blood of the empire stained the ground red, and looking down from the sky, the green waves were not only torn apart, but blocked, and it was not heroes or Astartes who did all this, just soldiers, just Anger is just faith, just steel, just mortals.

One-Eyed was overwhelmed with surprise, seeing everything in the giant telescope facility of the tall Mog-Mech, and at the moment he felt like his head had been sliced ​​open into a disgusting machine and the oil was there for that.

His huge body moved, thump, thud, every step was like an earthquake, the powerful artillery fire burst out, he didn't care about the soldiers of the third regiment and his own boy, and the reason why people didn't find him before was only because he The distance is too far.

Now that the huge mecha has reached the core of the battlefield, no matter whether it is a staff officer, a soldier, a hero or a green boy, they can't help but look up.

The huge garbage Titan armor composed of yellow and red interlaced is equipped with a waaaahg stance, and the light green shield resists countless bullets, bombs, and even dark age technology.

He sticks his head out from behind the huge hive capital house. The strange painting makes people feel that the machine is "laughing". One would suspect that such a monster would collapse on its own.

The Star Militia Army can't use any means to cause its effective output, but the huge firepower of that mecha can wipe out the city in a few minutes. Cyclops is already very restrained because his boys are enjoying the battle, but I have to say, he The greenskin losses caused by the bombing were double that of the Astra Militarum.

The morale blow caused by such a war monster on the battlefield collapsed. The soldiers began not to believe that they could win, nor did they feel that the power of the God Emperor could defeat such a thing in the distant extreme star field.

The soldiers began to fight and retreat. All the advantages they had fought before were gone. It was a great courage and will not to flee in front of the artillery fire and huge monsters. To be honest, there is no need to ask the emperor's soldiers for more .

But except for one squad, no, two squads to be precise, the soldiers of the fourth row, and the Catachans of Lieutenant Colonel Arvada.

But none of them is faster and more powerful than an angel. He is an Astarte, he is a blood angel, at this moment he is Sanguinius, and at this moment he is an angel of the emperor!
Under Hei's anger, there are only terrible demons in his eyes, chaotic traitors, burning Terra, chainsaw swords and fists together, smashing those messy things to pieces.

At this moment, in his eyes, Horus appeared, but he was big, outrageously big, and abnormally big, like a mountain house, which was incomprehensible, but he still roared.

"traitor!"

Like crazy things, saliva flowed from his mouth, but the state of rage was not disgusting, but a manifestation of his loyalty.

It's hard to imagine that a space warrior sergeant who can plan for a hundred years, or even a thousand years later, can't escape such a terrible black anger. His previous wisdom evaporates, leaving only killing intent and loyalty.

He is still a sharp blade, stepping on the demon's chest, breaking through the flesh and blood, the chainsaw sword seems to have turned into a power sword, the angel's power sword, emitting golden light, with his hair disheveled, charging towards the terrifying Horus.

He saw a very big demon that hindered him, it didn't matter who it was, the bright red skin and exposed fangs of that disgusting thing made him sick, Holy Blood used the fastest speed to hit the demon's body The chest, the shoulder armor pressed against its huge pincers, and then the power sword hummed and roared, cutting off the demon's huge arm. The demon wailed in pain, but it did not fall.

"Die!" In the eyes of the sergeant at this moment, the demon, the traitor, and the alien, the three kinds of appearances were vaguely mixed into a ball of constantly stirring drinks, and his only desire was to kill.

Because of the movement of opening and closing, the remaining arm of the demon pierced through his chest, and the demon's fingers sprayed poisonous stings, which damaged his sacred armor. This demon is not very powerful, but "Sanguinius" is tired, but The angel will not die to anyone other than Horus, because he only wants to reverse, reverse the fate that is doomed in his mind.

To prevent the death of his own primarch...

He ignored his own pain, cut open the demon's flesh with great power, dragged the wound that had penetrated his body, and charged towards the huge "Horus".

In the real world, or in the real world, Tie Chi looked at his body that had been cut in half in disbelief, and his head was gradually unable to think about why the strength of that shrimp was so huge and terrifying, but he played so well...

He watched the human armored vehicle gradually approaching, and there was a familiar face on it. It was the commander Xiami who planted the bomb. Didn't he die?

Iron Tooth couldn't think carefully because his brain was cut in half, he only heard sentences.

"Huh? Isn't this the orc boss? Avenge Kailan and burn him! Primordial weapon holders, switch to incineration mode and shoot!"

Then the iron-toothed eyes saw the scorching light embracing him like a star, and the gigantic Gogo in the void was caring for him. He died and left forever. He didn't regret it, this was what he was looking forward to.

The chimera crushed the burning corpse, and Alan Baier was in a bit of a mixed mood. He said goodbye to an "old friend" again, but he smelled really fucking bad when he burned.

(End of this chapter)