Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 75 War, Faith, Betrayal
Gundwa VI, the unremarkable garden world of the Empire, has burned countless wars, victorious or defeated, death and slaughter have always accompanied the entire galaxy.

The rainforest is filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the Skadi [-]th Infantry Regiment’s guerrilla warfare has been going on for several days. When three Chimera armored vehicles drove into the forest abnormally, the roar of the imperial engine crushed those innocent green plants, and the soldiers neatly The footsteps of Catachan lurking in the forest appeared, and the elite troops revealed their silent and deadly bodies.

"Captain Catachan, Noel Conn, reporting to you, Lieutenant Colonel!"

He performed the eagle ceremony, his muscles swelled, and he was full of killing intent. The twisted and mutated skulls of the traitors were hung all over Catachan's hidden temporary camp. Weapons and their skins were used as decorations, representing the Catachans time and time again. Victory brings credit.

He had long planned today's vengeance after the dreadful red giant slew Catachan's companions.

Alan Baier would not sympathize with those things, he just patted the shoulder of the captain who was strong and full of flavor. "Well done, you've done well, now send the surrounding deployment of the enemy's camp, the enemy's strength, and the scanned image of the auspicious instrument to my personal tablet."

"For the Emperor, whose light shines on you, by the way, how is the black sheep combat I mentioned?"

replied the captain. "Yes, it's going well. Several traitors have tried to communicate with us, but we haven't answered."

Alan Baier looked at the distance of the dark forest and said. "I don't care what they are, the point is to bury the glory that belongs to the Emperor, and then destroy its existence when the traitors are exhausted."

"Right now, everyone is resting, pay attention to concealment, and the attack will start in two hours. The enemy has defensive projects and thick bunkers. I am afraid that there will be no shortage of explosive bombs. However, we do not have artillery support. We will give priority to sniper warfare around the enemy."

"Call the best marksmen from each company, each with a beam carbine, only attack the Chaos servants, and immediately evacuate the space fighter support, be careful not to be exposed to the range of the explosive bombs."

"Others stay hidden and rest."

This is already quite an outrageous theater command for the empire. Without artillery fire, armor, and orbital advantages, most imperial officers would give up pulling out chaos and choose to wait.

Because the infantry's siege efficiency is too poor, unless they are not afraid of death.

And Alan Baier is very aware of this. In the dense forest, the beam of light streaked across the air and hit the mortal troops of the traitors. Gao Song's alloy defense project, the flaws next to each other, and the canine-toothed bomb positions were all there. Discover those hidden veterans.

The terrain of Gundwar VI is a Chaos traitor's nightmare, no doubt, when watching one's teammates suddenly fall, they chaotically bomb the forest with bombs, only to get more death, such things happen in all directions, Mixed emotions and fears breed in the Renegades.

Although the Chaos traitors never paid much attention to the attrition, and soon new gunmen went up again, but soon they realized that there was a real killer in the fern.

Three hours, a full three hours of guerrilla sniper warfare made the mortal servants no longer dare to step into the defense project, but once the space fighters appeared, they would find that there was no one there.

This is the gap between recruits and veterans. In many cases, it is not that the imperial commander does not want to use such tactics, but that the recruits cannot meet such tactical needs.

Command loyalty, obedience, responsiveness, hit rate, grasp of killing, inner emotions, and other elements are stacked together to complete the current plan that has been played by a mortal body to play a demigod.

Vingar, the former Scarlet Angel is very dissatisfied with the current situation. He has completely lost hope for mortals. I can wipe the deck.

But he couldn't go out, because the bunker was the only possibility for space fighters to defeat those imperial guards. If he went out, facing the forest and darkness, Superman might not be much better than ordinary people.

The Fourth Cadiz Infantry Regiment is like a nightmare in the hearts of the traitors. The space fighters only have anger and killing intent towards them, but mortals already have a lot of fear and even...worship for this god-like legion?
The seeds had already been planted, and Alan Bayer looked at the coffee he had just brewed, which was a mess, but he didn't care, and drank it in one gulp. Compared with the pain on the battlefield, this thing tasted sweet.

The feeling of excitement, the secretion of dopamine, and the power of caffeine swelled in his body.

"All the members of the Fourth Skadi Infantry Regiment obeyed the order and approached the enemy's position. According to my tactics, I divided them into four groups of ABC to surround the enemy's camp, divided the firepower of the space fighters, and relied on transforming the Chimera as a cover. advancement."

"Sappers, get ready the explosives, we will pry open the enemy's fortress!"

The Emperor's wrath was conveyed on the radio, and the storm was coming, and the traitors felt the hot wind from the forest on the defense works, and it was a bit cold.

The defense of the traitors is an anti-explosion bunker made of 15-meter-high concrete with a small amount of Edman alloy and ceramic steel. The sponge-like structure makes it full of space for force buffering, and at the same time, their resistance to impact is much worse.

Chimera can reach 90 kilometers at full speed. This is because the muddy ground in this world slows down its speed. When the traitors realized this, the snipers had already shot down the sentries on the watchtower, and the heavy bombs were also fired by the imperial guards. clean up.

But there is no resistance, the dark forest is illuminated by the light of the Lumen Tower, and the high-brightness lighthouse can clearly see the Chimera and the main force. Er's troops roared.

Alan Bayer drove the Chimera armored vehicle, but there was no way to fight back, and the bullets slowly killed his soldiers.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened, the enemy's lumen tower was suddenly blown off, and in the darkness, Alan Baier, who was the commander of the assault at Point A, realized that the things he buried had sprouted flowers.

Vincent, the loyal one, looked at his hand tremblingly, he killed someone, he didn't care, but other mortal servants could see clearly, the proud lumen tower was suddenly blown off, and now ordinary people can't even see the dark forest clearly The imperial guards who ran out.

But they saw the badge on Vincent's chest again, he was the conductor, why?

Looking at the ruins of the Lumen Tower, Vincent spoke to the mutated Chaos traitors. "Space Marines? Chaos Gods? Do you think those things really care about you?"

He raised the arm of a mortal who was close, and lifted his skin. The disgusting chaos mutation and the wet skin disease of this world made his arm almost festered, and the flesh was turned out, dripping with juice.

"No, don't! Sir! What did you do?! My arm can't be seen!" He was ashamed, like a little girl, completely feeling that his lesion was wrong, if someone found out about it, He would definitely reject himself, making himself unable to stay here, and then be killed.

Because this disease must be contagious, it is extremely bad.

He was in agony, but what he had been hiding all along was revealed to the public!
Vincent just pulled his arm away, bloody like him!

"This is the gift of the gods, the gift of war!"

He took off his military uniform again, revealing the purple bruise, and he pointed to the position of his ribs. "Three days ago, my master called."

Then there's the belly. "Four days ago, an unfamiliar space fighter fought!"

Then he puts on his clothes. "You are the same, aren't you? Those gods who pretend to be themselves are high above us and despise us..."

"We are maggots, stupid people who have betrayed the empire, and now there is no place for our souls to rest. Do you really think that the Chaos Gods will care about us?"

"When our bodies grow old, our compatriots will return to the throne, and we will float in the endless twisted void of the subspace."

"This is your loyalty, this is your belief, this is your persistence!"

There are not many mortals left in the camp. They can feel that something is wrong even more, but they have no courage to resist, and they dare not resist. The gods are powerful, and the space warriors are beyond all material existence.

But, how can mortals only be slaughtered by others?

And when the impact of the Chimera came to the wall, the loud noise and the cracking of the wall brought Vengar back to his senses, and he was surprised that his mortal servants did not inform him of the situation.

He walked out of his command room, only to see the space warriors and their servants in the camp fighting together, the mortals with bombs in the name of the false emperor attacked their masters, and some even pointed the bombs at the space warriors.

The altar of the eight-pointed star he once worshiped was smashed to pieces, the scarlet giant couldn't restrain his anger, the elders (dreadnought mechs) were still resting, and the war was about to break out, but those mortals turned against each other?

Fortunately, his most loyal former iron guard is still kneeling on the ground, taking out protein pills and stimulants.

"My lord, please use it, and then kill those disobedient ones!"

Vingar breathed a sigh of relief, he is still a qualified master, unlike those stupid guys, his charisma conquered his servants, and now he has to wipe the ass of his stupid brothers, and then face those damned Imperial Guard!
He took the supplies and was about to put them into his mouth, but Chaos gave him a superhuman sixth sense. He frowned instantly, crushed those things into powder, and stuffed them into his servant's mouth and nose.

After a while, the iron guard struggled and trembled on the ground, spit out white film from his mouth, and blood flowed from his eyes, but he stared at him intently, chanting in a faint and inaudible voice, if it wasn't for Vingar being a space soldier, he must not be able to hear clearly .

But he didn't want to hear it clearly, because before his most "loyal" servant died, all his strength was singing the hymn of the false emperor!
Vingar felt his heart, all his hearts, tremble. What kind of ecstasy did those damn Imperial Guards give their servants?

He trampled on the body of his iron guard. To ordinary people, the weight of a space soldier was like a hydraulic machine pressing on a flesh and blood body. Popping, snapping, it turned into a ball, and his loyalty and firmness were never seen again.

Vingar raised the bomb and smashed the heads of the mortals one by one. "Everyone listens to the order and gathers near the command room. We will build our own defensive works. The elders will wake up in a few minutes. All war brothers, gather!"

In a word, hundreds of space warriors, terrifying forces enough to crush countless worlds gathered here like wild beasts smelling the smell of blood.

They used corpses and refined iron, and piled up enough to hide themselves in dilapidated engineering bunkers, and those loyal traitors, ironic things, had been killed by the suppressed space fighters.

Vincent watched the people around him continue to fall, but he didn't feel the slightest fear. He listened to the sound of the imperial guards breaking through the wall behind him, and his heart was filled with light.

"O Emperor, I am a lost man, a poor lamb, who once wished to be a hero, and then wished for everything, but I was wrong. I have nothing but my weak will and my lowly faith."

"When I realize who really loves human beings, I have lost my way. My Lord, I know that the people I walk with are stupid, weak and unaware like me. Only the life you bestow is worth it Valuable, now we give all of ourselves, and hope that the soul can return to the throne!"

He held up a plasma handle dropped by the traitor, ran and shot at the fastest speed. Although he had experienced military training, he only stayed in an extremely superficial situation, but his goal was not where the Chaos Space Marines were, but A tactical team is gathering.

That was where his master was, drawing him into a lost nightmare, one that he believed the Emperor and Empress could not cross.

When he fired to attract the attention of those people, his master immediately saw Vincent's presence and shouted in his thick voice. "Vincent, you beast, what are you doing?!"

On Vincent's chest was the double eagle badge representing the empire. He used to be a soldier, and the rusty thing was also hung on his chest. The plasma was constantly heating up. Relying on the cover of the chaotic battlefield, he actually narrowed the distance. There are 50 meters, 20 meters, ten meters...

Then the explosive bomb hit his chest in an instant, stagnating his entire body and smashing his internal organs.

Vincent shouted with all his might. "My lord, forgive us!" He threw the last ten meters over with his own hands.

The interstellar fighters can definitely be smashed with guns and smashed in mid-air, but they suddenly saw a dazzling light. Under the dark forest, they saw the sun, and their eyes could not be opened. Superman's ability was blocked. Most of the seals are sealed, and whoever gave them all this is the one who took it away!
The traitor Space Marine couldn't help shouting. "God Emperor!"

A moment later, the plasma exploded like a star, and the intense heat crippled the invincible space warrior...

And Vincent's soul also returned to the side of the Throne of Silence.

He was dressed in rags and looked ugly, walking on the illusory road of the subspace, he was empty and confused, but suddenly saw the appearance of Terra.

He had never been here before, but he knew it. On the golden throne, the nine Primarchs who had fought against demons were lined up next to the God Emperor, and golden light sprinkled every corner of the palace.

Hundreds of millions of people worship on the long ladder, but everyone has almost intimate contact with the God Emperor.

The silver sun, the lord of mankind, the skeleton, the man, the Buddha, and the phantoms of the crown of thorns swayed in front of Vincent, and finally turned into the most gentle person in his consciousness, his father.

"Welcome back, my boy."

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If someone can sum up the three basic theorems of Warhammer, it must be war, faith, and betrayal. Mortals and all existence in this world are struggling and tumbling in it, but if traitors can get lost and return, if brothers no longer turn against each other, the emperor They would also be willing to forgive them, but people in the world don't know that their nerves have been numb by hatred, but only guys like Vincent have seen true kindness, dead kindness.

But the war wasn't over yet, the Chimera breached the walls, the mortal defenses were a joke, and the Chaos Space Marines were wary of the Imperial Guard.

Alan Baier looked at the scene of corpses strewn all over the field, and he had no emotion in his heart. He just commanded his soldiers and used Chimera for infantry and tank coordination.

He wants to avenge his people, including those who died here.

　It's an unrealistic fairy tale, but in the last few decades of the dark end of the 40th millennium, any good thing is worth mourning, but the Black Heart King doesn't care about those mortals, and they didn't make a difference for the space marines. real loss.

　　But please note that knowing your way back is not the way to wash away your past sins, but to bear your own sins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)