Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 72
"These men give themselves to me and they will be my best fighters. I will mold them like clay and forge them in the furnace of war."

"They shall have wills of steel and muscles of iron. I will clothe them with great armor and arm them with the mightiest guns. They shall be safe from pestilence or disease, and no disease shall wither them .”

"They will have tactics, strategy, and machinery so that no enemy can outwit them in battle. They will be my bulwark against terror. They will be defenders of humanity. They will be my space marines, and they will know no fear."

— Lord of Humanity

Misty white smoke was born in the atmosphere of Gundwa VI, which was not a natural phenomenon, but the traces of white phosphorus burning, the pungent smell and the engineering shovel in the hands of the second lieutenant turned over the traitors like cooking.

White phosphorus cannot destroy the powerful alloys of the 40k era, but it is of great use to the mutated flesh and blood of space warriors. Black substances similar to carapace or chitin sheets grow on the skin of space warriors to link the fiber bundles of power armor, making them The movement is sensitive, like one body.

This oneness is a literal meaning, without the help of the mechanical sages and the Astartes fortress monastery, it is simply impossible to take off those things.

Ordinary flames are extremely poor for the solid muscles of the Astartes, so white phosphorus is the best fuel, cheap, plentiful, and will not damage the ceramite layer.

The second lieutenant had a bitter face, covered his nose, and kept flipping some of the space fighters that were not well-heated with his hands, and then calmly buried his flaming shovel head with soil.

The earth was burnt brown, the smell of space warrior flesh, mutation, decay, and white phosphorus permeated the damned place.

"Ouch..." The second lieutenant's eyeballs were rolling in his eye sockets, and three or four thin cotton swabs were inserted into his throat and stirred, and the desire to vomit did not stop for a while.

He would rather live in the bathroom, at least as long as it is cleaned there will be no smell, but this?
God Emperor, punish him in another way!
When the lieutenant looked at the burning giants, he couldn't help thinking that the space marines might not be as powerful as he had imagined.

"Ah~"

"Is the emperor's angel like this, the empire is really hopeless..."

The second lieutenant sighed and covered his mouth and nose with his clothes. He didn't want to get close to it for the time being...

But his exclamation was answered. "Of course, the Empire is indeed hopeless, but space fighters are definitely not waste"

Of course, when a person focuses on one thing, he will lack the ability to observe his surroundings, and his unfaithful words are also heard by his biggest boss.

When he noticed, Alan Baier came here at some unknown time, and immediately stood up and bowed, with cold sweat hanging all over his face, because he just sat down and was lazy.

Alan Baier looked at the burning white phosphorus pit and waved his hand. "Okay, stop saluting, recruit."

"Is this unbearable? The smell of rotting corpses and the body odor of green-skinned orcs during the previous greenskin war is much stronger than this."

The second lieutenant sat wearily on the wet ground of the rainforest. "My God, the Emperor, Lieutenant Colonel, I really don't know how to describe it. Is this the smell of death and war?"

Alan Baier shook his head. "It's just the smell of burning corpses and white phosphorus. You haven't seen the battlefield yet."

The ensign didn't understand. "Isn't it the war we fought before, these traitors and ours?"

Alan Baier looked at the burning pit and said. "An enemy without a tactical organization is not considered a war. Command, coordination, and weapons, no matter how powerful they are, are useless if they cannot be effective where they belong."

"This group of giants is like this. They have strong physical strength, power armor, explosive bombs, and chainsaw swords, but they don't cover and cooperate with each other. They are just a group of thugs with amazing equipment."

"The sharp blade of a space warrior is always tactics, and its essential combat power is second. However, people can easily put the cart before the horse and have irreversible worship for its power."

"In this dark universe, personal power and individual heroism are destined to go nowhere."

The second lieutenant was fascinated by what he heard, and then asked a question with some incomprehension. "Lieutenant Colonel, why are you telling me this?"

Alan Baier rubbed the rustling beard on his chin. "Because... I have to pretend that I am very wise in front of people, so that I can convince them, is that okay?"

The second lieutenant nodded. Neither of them was stupid. It was obvious that Alan Bayer wanted to guide this talented second lieutenant, but he couldn't speak. The second lieutenant could understand this feeling, and they chose to remain silent at the same time.

At the end of this dark forty thousand years, in the last few decades, all the chaos and horror will breed. In contrast, the second lieutenant is more worried about whether he will live long enough to use the lieutenant colonel's advice.

In his hometown, few people lived past 30, or even 20, and he never thought that he could come to the sun. He should have died, but the empire and the emperor needed him, so he lingered on.

In contrast, although he felt that the lieutenant colonel was an absolute hero, he couldn't understand why he valued himself so much.

But Alan Bayer, as someone who has experienced it, naturally knows that they are very similar, this second lieutenant has a great future.

The two looked at the burnt white phosphorus, and together they moved forward to remove the corpses. The modified abdomen, stomach, heart, thickened bones and traces of spiritual transformation were all left behind. What a complete change they have undergone.

Space Marines are such things, the Emperor's Blade, the Empire's honor, and the production of thousands of people can create a killing machine.

The second lieutenant couldn't help but regret how many xenos and heretics would die from bombs and chainsaws if they served the Empire.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair said. "Don't be sad, they are traitors, they killed three thousand of our brothers, their former compatriots."

Then pick out a skull from the pit, with horns protruding from it, and the mouth is no longer human-like. "You don't think such a thing is your compatriot?"

The second lieutenant's face froze. This terrifying appearance was exactly the same as the mutants in the hive. Is this the so-called interstellar soldier?
Alan Baier continued. "When they left the Emperor's light and stepped into the blackness of the universe, they were doomed."

"Those evil gods and grotesque beliefs will destroy them. They are like food on a spider's web, injected with venom, slowly turning into the most delicious meal, but still sleeping peacefully in a bed made of spider silk, feeling good."

"Evil and heresy cannibalize people to the bone, always remember that in this dark universe, the Emperor is the only sun."

"Now, go build me what I need, Lieutenant!"

The second lieutenant saluted, he nodded sharply, and ran to where the Chimera had stalled, and then the engineering troops began to move, welding the remains of the Astartes' armor.

Things are going on in an orderly manner, and in the void, the world is not stagnant, and the military department in the Pangea subsector, a satellite on the agricultural world near the Maelstrom, is by no means a peaceful place.

Lieutenant General Markato Katowice, Commander of the 12st Armored Regiment of the Pangea Sub-Sector, Commander of the No.[-] Infantry Regiment of Lorengah Gray, and the Chief of the Third Group Army of the Pangia Sub-sector are reprimanding him in his Tactical Office A former major general retreating on Gundwar VI.

"You left your troops behind, the world you protected, if your family wasn't prominent and took away most of the imperial officials, I should have shot you, compared to Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair and that... what kind of staff officer is that The interpretation of responsibility is called loyalty.”

"Nico Nilom, former major general, speaking of it, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer was the one who got him into the Star Militia Army through your application, so it can be regarded as making up for his mistakes."

Nilom's face was ashen. Although his family was prominent, no one in the sub-sector would blame him for his real crimes, but he could not escape the crime. Now the nobles in the entire star sector looked at him coldly.

It's not a big deal if you just leave the theater, but if the soldiers left behind abruptly win the war that the commander judged to be irreversible, the situation will change. This is no longer a disqualification, but a deserter!

The atmosphere of worshiping force in the empire has a history of thousands of years, and now Nilom has shamed the family, making him a target of public criticism.

He sighed.

"I understand, my lord, I sign..."

He drew a signature in the high Gothic language on the kraft paper, which represented that he, on behalf of his family, would provide the Star Border Army with 30% of all products in the domain it ruled as support for maintaining the holy war of the empire.

It also means that the huge family that ruled several worlds has come to the end of its destiny. In fact, Nilom is satisfied. According to his behavior, it is normal for the Tribunal to come to his door.

He can be suspected of communicating with the green-skinned alien, and wants to send the empire world to the alien.

When Nilom left, the lieutenant general looked at the kraft paper and put it away cherished. Then, with a smile overflowing, he turned on his communicator. "In the evening, prepare the Golo steak and the best Barr wine, and I will get drunk!"

But he is not a ungrateful person, his lucky star is still in that forest world.

He switches channels. "It's the director of the Ministry of Finance. I, Lieutenant General Marcato, haven't there been additional supplies recorded during this period. That batch of goods will be sent to the Fourth Skadi Infantry Regiment."

"What? You can't find that regiment? It's just a new one?"

"Remember you owe me 30 kilograms of alloy? Now take a closer look at those brown papers of yours, hurry up!"

"Found it? That's good, send it over now, don't delay it for a few years!"

"What? Psychic silence, it's been two months? Is there a warp problem?"

"Fart, I just came from that world two months ago!"

The lieutenant general hangs up the phone, and this group of garbage officials knows to procrastinate. He is usually good-tempered and famous, but now he is very angry. How could there be such an abrupt subspace storm?

unless…

The lieutenant general frowned. The empire is vast, and it is normal for such a thing to happen, but it is too outrageous for him to have an accident just after he walked behind!

He picked up the communicator. "I have something to do, don't prepare the wine."

"Golo steak already in the pot? Give it to the pets at home, I have to get on the boat."

"Remember not to let the servants at home stop working. Last time they rested for 3 minutes, I lost a lot."

He tunes the channel. "Is it the Finance Department? It's me again, Lieutenant General Marcato, don't fix those psychic things, give me the supplies, and I'll take the fleet to deliver them."

"Get the things to the port, don't bother with those psychic communications every day, let me expedite this matter now!"

After hanging up the communicator, Marcato rubbed his temples. Although there were often problems with the psychic astrology in the empire, as a high-level official of the Astral Army, he was born and died.

Of course, there are also quite a few people from prominent families who climbed up, but Marcato’s hometown is not a powerful noble in the ancient fortress world, but a knight family in the primitive world. Because he was ranked 11th in the family, he was enlisted as the 11th tax to join the Star World Army. Almost 20 years now.

He's obviously not one of those guys who don't know what to do, it's better to say that he has a very accurate sense of things, which has also made him survive time and time again, and reach his current height.

Marcato put on a cloak representing one of the lords, marked with the military rank of the empire, and the double-headed eagle emblem was shining. Walking through the corridor of the Military Affairs Department, people looked sideways and saluted. For the first time, the Ministry of Finance paid attention to the Fourth Skadi Infantry Regiment.

And the master of this matter, the head of the Skadi [-]th Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier, is now watching his men repairing the car.

When the second lieutenant lay on the chimera's gun barrel and cut open the chimera's firing point with a welder, the electrical engineering full of hive atmosphere was displayed.

In order to facilitate the processing of Chimera by other foundry worlds, the Mechanicus, as the chassis of most war engine shrines in the empire, has a fairly good modularity.

But the second lieutenant didn't know that he didn't even know how to dismantle the gun barrel, he could only use welders and cutters to get it off, and then welded on the hot-melt muzzle used for city defense.

As for the launch?

Well, the second lieutenant is not color-blind, he knows very well, just connect the lines corresponding to the colors as usual, blue to blue, red to red.

well?Why is there one more?
The second lieutenant thought for a while, and immediately understood that many devices will have extra lines as backup, it must be so!
But he really thought well, but the problem is that the heat dissipation required by the fusion is maintained by two devices. Chimera’s explosive bomb turret only needs one. Now the problem is also very simple. The energy coefficient of the fusion is much higher than that of the explosive. If you shoot too much, it may explode...

But Alan Bayer, the green-skinned boss, thought that this thing could be opened, so he started directly and slammed into the forest.

The unique sizzling sound of the hotmelt and the buzzing sound produced by the promethium generator covered the abnormal sound caused by poor heat dissipation, and the violent hotmelt light exploded. In the eyes of normal people, today's Chimera has transformed into a A real anti-vehicle weapon.

And most people don't realize how big a problem it is to change a vehicle to a turret. At least the technical sages fainted when they saw it, and then lit incense and chanted scriptures for this Chimera to appease its burning soul.

Alan Byer stepped off the Chimera, patting its thick armor. "Good job, Lieutenant, have you considered going to the Engineering Corps to do armored vehicle maintenance?"

After saying this, all the 13 Chimera armored vehicles here shook slightly, but the rainforest soil was soft, probably a little sunken.

The lieutenant shook his head. "The soldiers of the empire exist to kill heretics face to face, Lieutenant Colonel, it is already a great honor for you to let me ride the Chimera!"

Alan Baier nodded.And the transformation of the first row and the second row is almost completed at this moment, because the heat dissipation and energy of the core are not changed, only the car body and overload are changed. According to the character of the Chimera's stable machine spirit, the start-up is also completed in an orderly manner.

Two monstrous shrines of war engines raced across the clearing, crushing and slicing the empty Space Marine armor that was their target.

Today's Cadiz [-]th Infantry Regiment finally has armor power!

perhaps…

　I think this thing can be opened
　　
　
(End of this chapter)