Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 105 Internal Situation of the Space Hulk Demon Host

Those who fight monsters must be careful not to turn themselves into monsters.

— Friedrich Nietzsche
According to the records of Captain Bloodaxe, this space hulk is not an ordinary scrap iron suppressed by the subspace force, but an ancient creation that has been changed by the chaos force and has a violent machine soul like a green skin. It has the ability to change its own interior .

The orcs can use the waaagh position to suppress the appearance of that kind of thing. If the blood ax orcs say that it is not good for me to go alone, but many boys follow me, then it will be safe there.

In other words, powerful psychic powers should be able to calm down that kind of change, but even all the legitimate psychic users of the empire in this world may not be able to support tens of thousands of troops to enter the hulk to explore.

Just stationing on the outside, elite soldiers entering to explore, approaching while suppressing the heretic machine spirit as much as possible, relying on the narrow tunnel and the interior of the hulk to carry out the decapitation operation should be the most qualified tactic, the problem is that such an operation will inevitably lead to death.

Secondly, the interior of the Hulk is not peaceful. The Gough clan and the Snakebite clan often fight. According to the report of the Bloodaxe orcs, the boss of the Snakebite clan came out to attack humans in order to develop and breed new giant beasts.

This is actually good news, because it also shows the gap between the two teams of greenskins biting each other, humans can seize the opportunity, and it also means that the orcs have never looked down on humans.

Carelessness is the cause of failure, arrogance is the harbinger of death, and the hatred that caused tens of millions of soldiers and navies of the Empire to die in warp attacks must be settled.

Colonel Lane said. "I will definitely go inside. In any case, the empire does not allow those things to dominate in front of us."

"And during this time I will recruit the legal psykers of the empire, I hope those damn wizards are useful."

Alan Baier replied. "Resupply is also a big problem. We can approach the enemy's periphery from the weak point of the hulk. The hulk is huge, and it already has an atmosphere and a lot of plants. According to Blood Axe, the orcs can move freely on it."

"Our garrison points will face two problems, the supply chain is broken and the two problems are surrounded by the enemy."

"Reducing the number of people logged in seems to be our only option. The armored regiment probably won't be able to get close, and the only battleship we can log on to is the Bordeaux. On the back of the hulk that doesn't accept the light of the stars, there are very few turrets there. If you use commercial and civilian boats as bait..."

Alan Bayer swallowed. This sentence means that at least ordinary people who can drive space ships, that is, tens of thousands of people and dozens of ships, must be sacrificed.

This kind of task definitely cannot be given to ordinary people of the empire, and the Imperial Guard has no relevant experience, so it can only be given to... veterans in the star port.

In order to send thousands of people to the hulk, this death-like operation, is it necessary to sacrifice the people who have dedicated their lives to the empire?
This choice is even more insane than drawing eleven kills. It is difficult to choose, victory or death, survival or continued killing. If the sky hulk continues to cut off supplies there, hundreds of billions of empire people in this galaxy will die.

The prosperity and stability brought by the Kabbah base has turned the world here into an over-developed hive city, which cannot squeeze out a drop of oil but has to feed so many people.

God Emperor... Alan Baier rubbed his temples, he was not sure, he was not sure.

At this moment Colonel Lane stood up. "I will do it, I will organize it, and I will let those veterans board the ship. I admire all the soldiers who fought for the Empire, including the Imperial Navy. We are all Star Militia and the Hammer of the Empire."

"The disaster is imminent, the green skins are rampant, and those damned aliens are cutting off our vitality. If we let our inner feelings dominate the battle, we will have no chance of victory."

"I don't know when the Astartes will come. The Imperial Guard is the real strong shield. Brother, my brother, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, brothers from other star regions, we will win."

Alan Baier licked his dry lips. In this crazy world, death and sacrifices continue. He has seen it too many times, and he is even a little numb, but the flame of the soul will never go out. Humans want to live , Struggling to live until the Lord of Humanity wakes up.

"For the Emperor, brother."

He answered in this way, and Lion did the same. In the Partoria sector illuminated by the emperor's light, no one would allow green skins to run amok.

The tavern in Xinggang, that’s a good place for pilots, if you don’t have a job for a short time, you don’t need to deal with the illusory damn void, you don’t need to enter the chaotic subspace, to celebrate that you are still alive today, then have a drink, long-lost Eminem Dorset wine.

Bottles and jars, it's definitely not warm here, but it's definitely cheap, it makes your head unclear, and its owner is a former Imperial Navy officer, and it's also a place where veterans gather privately.

The smell of alcohol, one of the few comforts, on the cold table, a few middle-aged people gathered together, their crumpled, dirty clothes with brightly rubbed imperial emblems, and the Imperial Navy's emblem on their heads Captain hat.

They exchange cups and drinks like this, talk to each other, and exchange card skills, but this kind of life is too boring for the old guys who have traveled proudly in the void and survived the hands of countless enemies of the empire.

Until the call-up orders came down one by one, the veterans held them for a long time to observe, he said. "Brother, those recruits can't handle it. The empire needs us. We may have to meet other brothers."

Another middle-aged man whose arm had been completely replaced by a machine said as he wiped his dirty Imperial Navy hat. "Don't be so pessimistic, we'll survive, just like we did in the service, old Bob."

Old Bob replied. "That's right, that's right, I used to be a captain, so we will continue to serve the Emperor." He tidied up his crumpled clothes, and took a few more drinks. The former Imperial Navy had had enough of the current day.

No battleship roaring engines, no xenos and heretic bombardments, no unreliable Geller stands and demented astropaths or navigators.

Only alcohol numbs their nerves, giving them the feeling of floating in the gravity created by the "witchcraft" of the Mechanicus.

But they are by no means useless people. Although the empire needs to pay a large amount of appeasement fees for the veterans, every soldier who survived the service is a treasure to the empire. Now these old men and their crew are responsible for the safety of the empire's seafarers. Training, is the teacher of countless excellent sailors across the void.

But now that they have dried their alcohol-stained hats and washed their cheeks, they can't wait to miss the battlefield, even though they know that they are too old to come back.

When they came to the rendezvous point where the star port sky elevator reached low earth orbit, this is the hangar of the battleship, and then the old things couldn't help but whistled, as if they saw a beauty.

Because on the opposite side are retired warships of the Empire, machine souls that have fought for the Empire for thousands of years, are now connected to cables, full of energy, and painted with new paint to confuse the green skins.

said old Bob. "This is worthy of our mount." This sentence is a bit self-deprecating, and several old captains teased each other like this.

Until they saw Lucas commanding the soldiers, former Imperial Guard. "Old Lucas, you're not dead yet? Did you do stuffing to prolong your life? Didn't you say you don't do this?"

asked old Bob.

Lucas replied with a cigarette in his mouth. "A recruit is always unsettling, isn't it?"

"They are stupid and aggressive, and they don't understand how terrible this universe is. Now, the enemy is in front of us, and we need to continue to work hard."

"You all know that this job is a dead end, don't you?"

Bob answered. "For the sake of the emperor and his old man, I am satisfied that I can touch the battleship once. The Kabbah base has disappeared. I know from the Veteran Network. We all know that this day is not far away."

The old guys smiled at each other. They were the backbone of the empire, and they had endured numerous attacks by aliens without collapsing. This time, the attraction task was even more difficult than the frontal attack, but they would never be afraid.

The piston engine of the old ship was roaring, the veteran's heart was churning, and the blood was burning to take all the bad alcohol down. Ryan and Alan Baier received the report, Lucas, they are ready.

The soldiers waiting for the transport plane at the dock have also been counted. There are a total of 3000 people. They have to bring food, ammunition, and limited things to kill the green-skinned war bosses without supplies. It is almost impossible to kill two war bosses. Task.

Three legitimate psykers would clear the way for them, but even so, no more than a hundred people could enter the hulk at a time.

The psykers lowered their heads, held skull-like staffs, and plastered their clothing with prayers. Even though they were the most important people in this mission, the soldiers still unconsciously distanced themselves.

The pupils of those damn wizards are mostly pale, and they look like they are blind. They know very well that this mission will definitely kill them, but no one will hesitate, absolutely not before the green skins leave.

As psykers recognized by the empire, their loyalty can be recognized by the strict order of the empire, which shows that they are geniuses that are unique in a million.

After arranging for the psykers to enter the transport plane alone, armed with melta, deflagration, laser guns, heavy bombers and engineer shovels, the soldiers stepped onto the transport ship and adjusted their large or small armor. Alan Baier and the staff Closing the door of the transport plane means that they will go to hell and never look back.

Dozens of ancient imperial battleships headed towards the hulk without hesitation. In this dark universe, human beings can only survive in such a narrow way, but in that horrible and disgusting space hulk, those disorderly and messy creatures In East and West, the influence of the warp is everywhere.

The war boss behemoth often haunts those chaotic corridors alone, he walks through those distorted areas as if he would not be affected, and without psionic power or waaaagh's stable position, those distorted warp entities are also opportunistic It is manifested in the powerful spiritual power of the soul.

The giant beast's rough arms grabbed a twisting and shaking thing, and then stuffed it into a tattered steam device behind itself, piercing screams and wailing appeared instantly, for the greenskins, the so-called The warp entities are only toys.

Greenskin battleships are usually protected by the waaagh stand and the second brother, and while that protection is weird and cloudy, the demon invasion is just a new game for the greenskins.

Of course, the giant beasts did not capture those things for fun, they came to the real world, which is almost a once-in-a-lifetime event, but because of Goff's restraint, he couldn't leave, he was fed up with continuing to bite with his own kind, and he had a new plan.

When the giant beast with many special decorations of the Snakebite clan kicked in the twisted and mutated corridor with his big feet, those grotesque things combined with tens of hundreds of warships suddenly became stable.

The talismans on his body were the treasures of his boys, and he forcibly took them away, because he discovered that the power that the greenskins instilled in his decorations could prevent him from being twisted by this weird place, and he thus got a new one. feeding plan.

He walked to the stable area of ​​the hulk, where the greenskins lived, and the presence of a large number of boys made him not worry about being drawn into the chaos. He took off the messy decorations, greedy grits and greenskins They twittered and took those things, but the giant beast didn't need it anymore.

He took off his hazmat suit, for he had completed his plan, and with the backpack that restrained the warp entity, the greenskin warlord crossed the residential area and went underground in this area.

That's a barely stable area in the waaagh standpoint, but warp intrusion is still severe here, as it strays away from the greenskin settlements, leaving it stuck in the gap between the real and the unreal.

And the war boss found a special Squig in this dull and messy area, which seemed to have produced an atavism and had a strong adaptability to subspace psionic power.

In the place where the metal walls are twisted and twisted into strange asymmetrical shapes, giant beasts move forward familiarly. After walking for a long time, an unpleasant smell permeates the corner of the battleship. The twisted monster is as friendly as a ball of black mud. near.

Its eyes are like erect cat pupils, its teeth are like multiple rows of shark teeth, its dark skin is like a squirrel, and its chest has a huge eyeball, but it does not have that kind of pure soul. If someone who has studied demons sees it It, for sure, can have an answer.

demon host...

Thunderbolt arcs surround it, which is a sign that the psychic energy is too powerful. If you insist on describing it, it has probably reached the level of a dangerous psyker recognized by the empire, and it has definitely not been suppressed by any psychic energy. The beast picked up those warp entities and fed them like fodder, making the demons possessing them stronger and stronger.

And Shiguge's simple brain left the possessed demon with very little intelligence and dependence on the owner.

It wasn't huge, just slightly bigger than a normal Squig, the behemoth complained. "I've eaten so much for you, why can't you grow up, forget it, my crazy shaman (psychic) ​​kid is so afraid of you, I really don't understand, that's all, you and I raid those Goffs, I want waaaagh Just this galaxy!"

The giant beast's eyes suddenly became dull, and the terrible purple spirit energy surrounded him. Obviously, even an imbecile, it is still dangerous, stronger than the war boss, and he is still crazy.

　Take a break today, no one reads it, I have to think about whether the writing is not good.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)