Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 66 Apostate. Red Angel Vengar
On the bridge, Blackheart held his loyal servant by the neck, the mighty power of the Power Claw humming through the roar of the servos, tearing the Runesmith's throat out until his squeaker burst again.

When Huron let go of his hand, the rune blacksmith knelt on the ground. His powerful body still prevented him from dying, but he could not escape the crime. intolerable.

The rune blacksmith fell into a long silence again, and the other battle brothers knew that this was their master's kindness. For other Chaos Lords, just causing the target to escape and the flagship to be almost damaged is enough to be gifted death.

The Black Heart King's heavy footsteps roared on the bridge. He was in a bad mood, because now he could only choose ground warfare, but he knew very well that the fighting characteristics of the Star Militarum would drag the war into an endless and terrible war of attrition.

Whether it's because his troops have no supplies, or the pursuit of the Ultramarines has exhausted him, but with such a rich world in front of him, and a mechanical sage, he is no longer fat.

The Black Heart King waved his huge arm, commanding. "Block the orbit, pay attention to the information of the astropaths, if they use astronomy, immediately use psychic energy to interfere with the transmission, it will delay the longest time!"

"At the same time, be prepared to enter the subspace at any time. We cannot let the dogs of the empire discover our existence."

The entire ship responded in an instant. There is no doubt that in the most urgent situation, the powerful red pirates still have the command ability as the Astartes battle group. They are not like their Chaos brothers, who are disorderly and only satisfy themselves. Desire to live, but enemies like them must be more terrifying.

When the order was given, the commander of the ground forces uttered the thick voice unique to the space warrior, and reported loyally to his master. He was wearing bright red armor and knelt on one knee.

"There are still 200 battle brothers, thousands of mortal servants, all capable of orbital landing, my lord." His name is Vingar, a former member of the Red Angels.

He was tall and dark, and though somewhat scarred, he hadn't lost his noble face to mutations or battle damage.

His armor was originally blood red, for he was once a member of the Scarlet Angels, one of the countless Sons of Sanguinius, but he was banished from the warband for insisting that the bloodthirst that afflicted them was actually the Touch of Chaos .

Now, the batwing drops of blood on his shoulder armor have been replaced by the clenched claws of the Red Corsair, and dreadful trophies hang from his armor.

The Lord of the Red Pirates was indifferent. He looked at the dark green planet displayed on the screen of the flagship bridge, and the greed and hunger in his heart could no longer be restrained.

His fingers flicked across the space on the screen, and he found a place with both minerals and mortals. It was the latest mining area established in this world within a year, Dirk 34576D area.

This is a unique canyon area, and it is also a rare dry place on this dark green gemstone. There are rich promethium materials under the exposed rocks, which can provide energy for weapons as quickly as possible.

Vingar said calmly. "My lord, I don't recommend this position. Landing here is equivalent to actively putting the battle situation into a tug of war."

"My lord, we should occupy it as soon as possible..." His fingers slid across the screen, the armor of the power armor rubbed against the screen, and stopped at...

The place once occupied by One Eye, the ruins, the current city, the small camp...

Do heroes see the same thing?

The Black Heart King held his power claw and thought for a long time. "Do it, my brother."

"Yes, my lord." The former red angel replied.

And all this was unknown on the ground, until the airdrop pods that pierced the atmosphere one after another landed at an extremely fast speed that ordinary people could not react to, like stars falling into the world.

The speed of the breakthrough is so fast that ordinary people can't bear it. Even if it lands directly on Karoo City, it may be no problem. The Astartes airdrop is designed to break through the anti-orbital firepower at any time, not to mention that the place where they landed has not yet been established. The establishment's defense force.

When the traitors landed in the area that was still being rebuilt and smashed a piece of reinforced concrete structure, the propellers sprayed by the airborne pod to relieve the impact force covered the place with a pungent promethium smell. With an accurate airborne strike, the huge Aspen Tate smashed the command room here with an airdrop vehicle, and the rows of Astral Militia deployed here died instantly. The PDF on the wall hadn't reacted yet, and it was just the time to turn the explosive bomb, and it was airdropped The giant who stepped out of the warehouse was obliterated with explosive bombs.

Bang bang bang, roaring like a wild beast, the traitor's explosive bomb sank into the flesh and blood, and then turned into a muffled sound of exploding, the sound of flesh and blood expanding...

Bright red armor, tumbling blood and terrible screams, Astartes are such a gap in the face of mortals. The power of demigods swayed on the bodies of their compatriots, and they were wiped out in an instant.

When the PDFs noticed, yelling and turning their guns to shoot, the beams and explosive shells could not penetrate the armor of the Astartes at all, and Vengar used superhuman reflexes to avoid the oncoming shooting, even if it was an explosive Bombing is also very slow for an Astartes!

"Right side, clean up."

Vengar issued an order, two airdrop pods, full of explosive bombs for eight combat brothers, and in just two seconds, all the mortals on the right were emptied, and then they turned around and hid in the ruins of the airdrop and command room. In just 3 minutes, the entire The civilians in the camp, the PDF, and the Astra Militarum were all dead, eight, and thousands of soldiers were massacred.

In order to maintain productivity here, they didn't even use weapons of mass destruction, just bolts and chainswords, and when the Red Angel held a mortal heart and watched it beat, several transport ships fell from the sky.

Countless mortal servants descended from the pitch-black ship. Because they were afraid of orbital power, they could only let the traitor space fighters clean it up, and then disembarked, which made them feel humiliated.

A noble-looking man stepped off the transport ship.

The man wore the uniform that had once belonged to the Mordian Iron Guard, with the double-headed eagle badge and epaulets torn from it and replaced by the bones of the Loyalists.

"My lord is triumphant, please use." He took out the high-concentration protein block and a small amount of alloy used by Astartes from his tactical belt. People say that it is an honor to hand something like this to their master.

The once honored Mordian Iron Guard is now a servile dog. He is well-trained and has accurate weapons. He has learned how to grovel in front of the destructive forces of chaos, which is extremely ridiculous.

The Red Angel took the food, chewed it with an unbearable sound, swallowed it, and waited for his modified organs to turn it into energy.

"Very well, now begin to construct the area defense force, and then, mortal forces, prepare to cross the forest, and I request to attack the enemy's capital in 42 hours."

After the words were finished, countless airdrop pods descended from the sky, cut through the air, and smashed into deep pits. The metal of the airdrop pods will be made into various indestructible defensive equipment, and the Red Angel has already chatted with the Destroyer Ghost. , He will solve the mortals here within 5 minutes, and now he does what he says, and even only takes 3 minutes.

The blood, the molten iron, the smell of promethium, and the ghastly minced meat all made up the symphony of this camp. The place once occupied by the greenskins now welcomed its new masters, the traitors.

At the same time, in Karu City, uneasiness and fear arose among the civilians. The Star Guardsmen were discussing what happened in the sky. Only half of the huge Luna-class cruiser was left, and it was parked in orbit waiting for maintenance.

Because the Star Militia suddenly accumulated a large amount of food, the famine became more serious in this world. In the temporary command room of the state church, in this old place, there was a new batch of people.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, Planetary Governor John Dern, staff officer, captain of the Bouldero, mechanical sage, and dozens of lieutenants.

Mr. John, the planetary governor, looks worried at the rainforest outside the window, and Alan Baier is thanking him for his help, and in fact he is now giving supplies that are completely beyond the 11th tax.

"John, you don't really need to…"

John replied. "If I don't provide supplies, the world will only be destroyed faster. Although there are enough supplies now, once the battle becomes fierce, the danger of supply rupture is extremely great."

"We can't bet that this city will fall again, we have to keep those pirates out of the city no matter what."

The captain is unhappy. If his warship can still fight, the situation today will certainly not be so bad.

But the data craftsman asked directly without apology. "When can the exploration of dark age technology be carried out?"

The captain clenched his fists, he couldn't help thinking that his sailors and warships were dissipated for this thing, but the few noble dignity made him restrain his desire, moreover, there was no sun in his hometown, Having survived such an environment, he naturally has his own understanding of endurance.

Alan Baier didn't want this over-modified bastard to waste his time. "Under the sacred ladder, second lieutenant, you go with her."

He ordered the second lieutenant, who had just asked the staff officer a stupid question some time ago, and now the soldiers in the regiment are calling him "green skin" in private, if there is no public revenge, the Star Militia Army is not pure!

The second lieutenant who was named was obviously taken aback. He wanted to go to a dark basement with a mechanical sage and her dozens of intelligent machine servants, and he had to monitor and even manage this thing stronger than him...

This is hard work, the second lieutenant agreed with a bitter face. "Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

When the two left, Alan Baier sighed. Although it was fun to declare a personal revenge, it was definitely not a good experience to be seen by the red pirates.

"The communication in this world is too poor. Every time we encounter an enemy, we will fall into a passive situation. There are hundreds of Astartes traitors watching us."

"It's really hard to sleep well..."

"How's the Astropath's communication?"

Alan Baier asked the lieutenant next to him, and the lieutenant answered. "My lord, I have sent a message to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but there has been no reply."

Alan Bayer shook his head. Even if he answered, it would take two or three years to provide support, and the regular supply route would probably be blocked by the red pirates.

Now that the Luna-class cruiser is destroyed, can we just drag them and wait for the troops of the empire to pass by or the Ministry of Military Affairs to support them?
He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, facing the hard-won peace and good days being taken away one by one by those things, and his patience and good mood disappeared.

"Consultant, write a few more reports and let the astropaths convey them."

The staff officer nodded. "But I don't think this is very effective. Although normally it takes 20-30 submissions to get an official reply, the enemy obviously knows the empire very well at this moment."

"I think we should start by arranging patrols. Remember the gift that Lieutenant Colonel Arwada left for us?"

Alan Baier rubbed his chin, thinking of the half-breed Catachans cultivated by the lieutenant colonel before. In fact, the blood of Catachans is not DNA, but their attitude towards life, so this group of soldiers is called "half-blood" .

"Gift, those soldiers? I promised them that they can return to their hometowns. They are no longer members of the Star Militia. The psychological problems left by the war are too great. I watched them unable to survive in sewers and places outside the forest. Sleep peacefully, the heart is really painful."

"And I can't go back and let them return to that terrible battlefield."

The staff officer replied. "They live for this, they know your kindness, but now they have returned to the battlefield, I approve"

"Remember, you can never be afraid of morality, Lieutenant Colonel, and use extraordinary measures when you are in an emergency."

Alan Baier didn't answer, just looked at the sky, to see if the red pirates who killed them were still staying on his world orbit...

The war will not stop, just like the sea breeze blowing again and again, but it is not comfortable, even full of death.

In the boundless killing forest, a group of people returned here with the permission of the staff. The teachings of Avada and the life of Katachan have been absorbed into the veins of this group of people. It may be because the place of birth is also the forest. Chang's things were accepted very quickly.

They couldn't understand why Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair saw their life as a psychological problem, but when the group of bronze-skinned muscular men returned to the forest, they felt at ease.

Silent, quiet and terrifying, the Killers inherited the bravery and will of Catachan soldiers before, and now execute them in their homeland.

They signed with a level of professionalism that even real Catachans would have marveled at.

When his captain saw a red shadow in the forest, he used the mechanical structure used by the Catachan warriors before, a small device like the sound of insects to transmit information.

Their tacit understanding is terrifying. Compared with the Catachans' cheetah-like style, this group of hybrids is more like hyenas.

Soon they found their prey, is that a space fighter?Is that an Astartes?
But even so, they weren't necessarily afraid, the Chaos traitor was clearly left alone for some reason, their blood was pumping, their adrenaline was pumping, especially when they thought they were going to kill a bastard beast traitor.

Compared with aliens, these things are even more, despicable!

The melta erupted, and several people appeared from the forest in an instant. The space warriors reacted extremely quickly and avoided the melta jet, but were hit by their beam carbine on the monitor at the eye position, and were unable to hit the enemy.

Soon he was on his feet, Superman's size made it hard for him to fall, his chainsword roaring, but the Catachan dagger was faster than his knife.

Superman felt his joints tingling, blood draining, and he yelled in his mutagenic voice.

"Go to hell, mortal!" But there was no way to recover, when Superman's body stopped moving, dozens of forest warriors dragged his body and prepared to go back to report.

Facts have proved that the seeds left by Lieutenant Colonel Arvada have taken root and germinated, and this group of people has not stopped training for a year. Now, this group of hybrids of hyenas and cheetahs can even kill demigods!
(End of this chapter)