Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

What is a king

When destroying the lounge of the Ghost, the mortal servants wiped the tyrant's claws conscientiously, and the owner of the terrible weapon stuck to the luxurious weaving to enjoy the service he deserved.

The Black Heart King looked at his pet and said to himself.

"I know, you think I have given Vingar too much power? It's okay, because I already felt that this battle will definitely be defeated."

"When the warship's void battle fails, the wind direction has changed. If you want to win this world, you must conduct battles in a more robust way."

"Huh? You ask me why I let Vingar continue to work? Uh..." The Black Hearted King pondered for a moment.

"It's very important for young people to feel failure." He replied to himself, but for the Black Heart King who can serve as the captain of the chapter, there is no doubt about Vengar's potential, but as a commander, he is still too much. young.

But Huron knew very well that he couldn't directly throw this matter in the face of his proud warrior, it would only make him betray his relatives, just like the current empire.

Although his body is already a wreck made of machinery, witchcraft, and mutations, his mind is still clear and flexible. He is very clear about the current situation and what his subordinates need.

This attitude has also infected his judgment of Chaos. Even though Black Heart King is very close to the destructive power of Chaos, and even within reach, the number of times he uses his gift is very few.

Huron is very aware of the nature of Chaos, they will give gifts, you will like them when you accept them, and ask for more, but the price is hidden, and when you react, you are already unable to extricate yourself, and find that your power is only Someone else's whim, something that will be drawn out at any time.

And his evaluation of Abaddon is even lower. There is no doubt that the Warmaster has countless close deals with the Chaos Destruction Power, and the reason for his failure is this. When the Chaos Power leaves his body, he is the real deal waste!

It is also because the Black Heart King cares more about the concept of growth than other Chaos Lords, which makes his fleet quite independent of the destructive forces of Chaos. However, the corruption brought by Chaos also degrades the gene-seed of their warband, and the mutations of newborn fighters today It's also getting worse.

As the Lord of Chaos in command of the Red Pirates and the king of the Maelstrom, Huron has nothing to do with this matter. Now he only hopes to betray his empire and pay for it with blood. giant.

Even though it was extremely corrupt and half buried in the ground, as soon as such an idea appeared, the madness permeated. Under the influence of the power of chaos, the Black Heart King instantly grasped the tyrant's claws and crushed the mortal who wiped it into pieces.

The Black Heart King looked at the lump of meat, he liked this servant quite a bit. "Substitution!"

He shouted, closed his eyes and slowly waited for the mortals to serve him. He knew that he still needed to wait for an opportunity. This opportunity might be decades or a hundred years later, but he could feel that his It's not far from the day I saw it...

On the ground, the camp has been terribly transformed, full of spikes, sulfuric acid, and horrible things. Under the pollution of the forces of chaos, in just one day, this place is terrifying like hell, and the flesh and blood of mortals has become the best decoration. The metal of the drop pods has been reshaped into various weapons.

The Crimson Angel stood on the sentry tower and watched the forest from afar. The terrain here was quite harsh. He ordered his subordinates to patrol in groups of three no matter what. However, Chaos Space Marines like to act independently, and their obedience is too poor up.

And Vingar was too young, and he didn't dare to punish his fighting brothers enough like King Blackheart. As a result, five Astartes disappeared in the forest in just half a day.

Vingar and those traitors underestimated the mortals here too much. They didn't know what happened here, but the situation was definitely not as smooth as the scarlet angel thought at first.

It is not that he has never formed a commando, but most of the time he is in his own group and fixed-point assaults with fixed brothers. This is the first time he has commanded so many combat brothers.

He couldn't help thinking, would the landing place given by Chaos Lord Huron be better?

His superhuman thoughts began to judge the terrain here. First of all, the magnetic field interference and the tropical rain forest made the communication here extremely poor. If the mining area is occupied, the remoteness there is a natural shelter, and mortals may not know that they have landed.

But it's too close to Karoo City, and his poor control of the traitorous Space Marines may have exposed his position...

Thinking of this, his arm exerted force, crushing the solid concrete on the edge of the sentry tower into powder... But the intense emotion caused his blood thirst to suddenly appear, his reason left his mind, and his skin became paler...

"Blood..." He said weakly into the communicator on his collar, and the iron guard servant immediately climbed upstairs with a scarlet blood bag. "My lord, please use..."

The curse of blood thirst made the Scarlet Angel even more annoyed. He didn't like his genetic defect, and even joining Chaos didn't fix it at all.

The thing he hates the most in his life is to admit that his ability is inferior to others, even if he already feels that the lord's judgment is better in his heart, he drank the scarlet blood and gasped heavily.

"How much are you preparing? Attack..."

He asked his servant, and the noble servant answered. "It's almost there, only a few groups have not returned."

The eyes of the red angel showed obvious disappointment. Those groups probably existed in name only, and there were still a few hours before the surprise attack. For supermen, this was just a moment in their lives, but this moment could change the fate of the world. .

The mortal servants readied their weapons, bombs, and the Space Marines assembled, though they worshiped not the majesty of the Red Angels, but the longing for the screams of mortals.

They gathered together symbolically. In order to be able to slaughter better, many of them actually had scarlet flesh on their bodies. They probably hunted in the forest, but they were probably lucky and did not encounter Kaka Tachangs, or there is no order.

When Vengar stepped up to the heights and announced to them the start of the operation, there was a rustling sound in the dark forest, and the war was about to break out.

And on the upper floor of Karoo City, in the abandoned administrative granary, the smell of rotten grains, preservatives, and the ozone smell from the cooling fluid of the cooling equipment permeated the place.

The noble planetary governor, Mr. John Dern, stood in the empty room, the lumen strips (horizontal light bulbs) glowing promethium-induced.

Shining on the two weapons on the table, two beautiful ancient Terra-style flintlock pistols, but these are not real antiques, but 11 taxes from the original world, bought by nobles as collectibles.

John looked at someone across the table, a gentle middle-aged man who used to be a plasma gunner in the fourth row, a man who was lucky enough to survive the Greenskin War.

"Corporal, why did you ask me to come here?" John Dern looked at the nobleman in front of him with a mustache and glasses, who looked completely different from the previous leader, and his heart was complicated.

That soldier, now a nobleman, raised his pistol and made an extremely impolite shooting gesture to the noble planetary governor.

"I want to fight you, not only for honor, but also for the food, clothing, housing and transportation needs of hundreds of thousands of residents under me."

"You've removed almost any excess capacity, and you've become a tyrant in order to provide more to the Astra Militarum."

"I'm sorry that I invited you here in such a way that it made things personal."

His tone was neither fast nor slow, but there was an inexplicable fear in it. He probably didn't come here for a duel, and he was probably excluded by the aristocratic circle.

Although he speaks of acts that have persisted since the days of ancient Terra, there is no trace of honor or backbone.

But in fact, duels have never been cut off in the Star Militia Army. Although it is explicitly prohibited by the Ministry of Military Affairs, this is still the most fair and tacitly tolerated behavior, and it even has certain legal benefits.

Of course, John Dern can turn around and leave, activate the void shield on his chest, and openly announce that the guy on the opposite side is rebelling, and wants to kill the sergeant and planetary governor of the Star Militarum, but he is stroking the flintlock on the table, detecting Is there any problem with the above, and is there any tampering.

The reason is very simple, he is not alone, this is not his own appeal, but the unanimous judgment of the former fourth row comrades, and today's aristocratic circle, they have benefited, so they don't want this world to provide today's stars. There are more soldiers in the realm, except for the eleventh tax.

Just one year of Terra burned the heads of once honored men, and sweet wine and delicious steaks made soldiers who were once unafraid to face the orc boss become potbellied.

John Dern looked at the flintlock gun, and the bitterness in his heart grew even more. He took off the void shield on his chest. This was not a stupid act, but if he refused to duel, the noble group would soon mutiny on a large scale.

The Star Militia can indeed quickly suppress most problems, but now that the Red Pirates have arrived, such behavior is equivalent to exposing one's abdomen in a fight and being punched.

John wouldn't let that happen, so.

"How old are you?" John asked without thinking.

Answer directly. "40 standard terra years old..."

"Do you have any children?"

Answer directly. "Two, one male and one female, born before joining the army."

John bowed his head and thought for a while, "I accept the duel, sir."

Then they kept silent and distanced themselves. There were no referees, assistants, or even doctors. If they died here, it would be extremely normal for both of them to leave the mortal world and leave the corpses alone.

The arm of the former soldier on the opposite side was trembling. He didn't look like this when he opened his gun in the face of the orcs, but now it has become ridiculous, because he has too many things that cannot be lost, rights, family, servants, and people. .

They are all soldiers, and they are all nobles, but John Dern is confident that he can win, but the opposite is just a waste that was coerced by the major nobles.

The thick voices of the two started counting down in unison.

"one two three four five six…"

"seven…"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

boom!Before the tenth sound came out, someone shot, who was it?who is it?

It was the trembling nobleman, the one-time soldier, whose trembling arm fired a shot, and the crude flintlock hit John Durne in the thigh, while the planetary governor knelt on one knee, the gun in his hand held straight to the ceiling. , the projectile still did not fire.

He didn't want to take the opponent's life from the beginning, and he didn't think he would be killed by such a shot. If the greenskin's attack didn't take him away that day, how could he die in such a shot?
The God Emperor cared for him, he believed so, and fate answered him again.

He stood up holding the table, and the blood flowed from the hem of his trousers, wetting the floor of the barn.

The other side was trembling, and the flintlock gun in his hand fell to the ground, and he cried out in a crying voice. "Doctor! Doctor!"

John sat trembling on the table, looking at the empty warehouse, but he was also uncomfortable inside. He was a thief, a liar, a stupid guy, illiterate, and now he was a terrible tyrant.

He stayed for a while, and when the pain eased, or he got used to it, he was about to walk out on a sloping foot, but he heard bright footsteps, which were the sound of military boots. Sure enough, the lieutenant colonel arrived first, and Alan Baier was worried. Looking at his comrade-in-arms, or the only comrade-in-arms, he has almost the same value as the staff officer.

"John, why are you guys still fighting with others?!"

Alan Baier cursed at him, lifted his trousers, and stabilized the bleeding with tonics and artificial skin. "The military doctor will come later, get ready! I'll tell him to use the most painful behavior to treat you!"

John bowed his head and didn't answer. After a while, his fiancee also came, looking at his lover worriedly.

And today's duel was passed on through the mouth of the loser.

The nobles still have a bit of backbone and kindness in their hearts, and they still have reason. It is rare that they can still realize what they have done, and they can still apologize to the planetary governor.

John didn't take it to heart, he was always doing what he could, just like his boss, and all he did was to let the lieutenant colonel better protect the world.

He didn't blame anyone. In the high and powerful position of planetary governor, he didn't look like a nobleman. Maybe he wasn't a nobleman in the first place, and he was always just a thief who admired the light.

He was sitting in the meeting room as usual, listening to the current plans of the high-ranking members of the Star Militia Army, and Alan Bayer was filming the strategic map and shouting.

"The south is still the damn location. The greenskins and the Chaos traitors are all in the same mind. We have already made trenches in the stronghold in front of Karoo City. Don't ask where the sentry tower went...I blew up that one..."

"Staff, prepare to transport ammunition to Curiosity Mera, and there are enough dark age weapons, second lieutenant, remember to arrange Catachans for early warning, communication teams, prepare equipment, and ensure the peace of the machine soul."

"Now, within three hours, go to the defense zone!"

After Alan Baier finished speaking, the officers answered. "Yes, sir!"

After listening to John, he stood up involuntarily, and followed the officers to the battlefield, but was held down by his boss's hand.

"My lord governor, what are you doing? Your mansion is in the west. Are you going to be demented so soon?"

John stared blankly at the sky. "Ah... the weather is really nice today, haha, I want to go for a walk in the city."

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "Wait for my triumphant return, I'll take you for a ride with a Chimera!"

Seeing the figure of the lieutenant colonel leaving, the planetary governor, the king here, sighed, maybe this idea is wrong, but...he probably still wants to serve.

　(Looking at the script...)
　　Um? …

　　It feels like something is wrong, is this a heroine script?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)