Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 107 Destroying the Eagles
On the pitch-black land, the green-skinned orcs attacked one after another. It was no surprise that those things, hungry for death and blood, attacked the Imperial Guard with crude weapons and equipment. The honor of the emperor, of course, is also indispensable for the loss of ammunition that is large enough to drown a living person.

At this moment, the advantages of the laser guns of the Imperial Guard are obvious. Only one promethium generator can provide a company with almost unlimited ammunition, and energy sources such as promethium are much more important than bolt ammunition or logging gun ammunition.

In the sandbags and trenches, the way the imperial guards buried their heads in shooting made Alan Baier think of how he was defending the orcs in Karoo City. The two memories merged at this moment, and became blurred under the influence of subspace energy. Suddenly, The collapsing Karoo City flashed through my mind like a prophecy.

One-eyed, one-eyed war boss, revealing his body that has turned into a skeleton, driving the ancient giant machine that looks like a ghost to destroy the city again, and the things he protected turned into smoke...

"Bastard!" Alan Bayer scolded while clutching his head. Under the illusory vision, the shot of the relic pistol smashed a green-skinned head, and the staff officer couldn't help asking. "What's the matter, leader, are those psykers making you uncomfortable?"

Alan Baier replied. "It's nothing, I'm starting to feel something is wrong, it seems that something is affecting me, evil witchcraft."

said the staff officer. "Our soldiers have also experienced this situation one after another. The psyker team reported that they felt a particularly strong warp haze covering here, but they couldn't tell whether it was the hulk itself or something else."

Alan Baier analyzed calmly. "It may be caused by the distortion and mutation of the battleship." But he actually wondered if there were demons, or powerful subspace entities, but that kind of thing should only exist in subspace cracks...

But the current main situation is to deal with the restless orcs here. They have no organizational power. Obviously, the war bosses have not spent energy on this matter, but the news of the human invasion of the hulk should have spread.

According to the confession of the blood ax orcs, if nothing else happened, those orcs should have happened to be in the war. The contradiction between the blood ax and the snake bite has lasted for an unknown amount of time. After all, everything in the subspace is quite vague.

Sometimes Alan Bayer would be very envious of those orcs. They don't need to think about anything other than violence and war. They have a long history but they don't worry about the decline of any civilized race.

Then his military boots crushed the head of an orc that fell into the trench. You must know that mortal strength cannot do this, so this head has been roasted by laser, and the smell of minced meat and rotten mushroom soup permeated the air. Alan Baier's head made him sober rarely.

No matter how envious he was, he couldn't stop him from killing those aliens. Since he stepped into this desperate No.40 millennium, he never thought about maintaining too much humanity.

In this dark universe where gods laugh and civilization cries, nothing remains, including himself.

And the imperial guards were not completely passive during this period. When the scouts they sent out explored the area like eyes, they detected several orc strongholds on the surface in just a few hours.

In fact, the orcs look stupid, but they are not stupid at all. When they realize that gathering together can prevent countless weird situations from happening, the appearance of orc tribes here is faster than in the normal world, and the warships tens of thousands of years ago are even more impressive. The orcs provided an inexhaustible supply of materials to fuel the engines of war.

The concept of time in the subspace is too vague, so many ships still have a lot of food and guns, which are forced to be supplied until the greenskins are completely rooted, so that they can complete their own greenskin ecological cycle.

The fungus provides nutrition, and Squig transforms the nutrition to a higher life system. The orcs finally benefit, and then die in the war to feed back this terrible land. When they come to the real universe, the heat of the stars kills other Race becomes additional energy again.

The ecology of the entire space hulk is like a hunter, driving the entire hulk to jump in the subspace, and has even become part of the machine soul of the current hulk.

This bloodthirsty place is now driving its orcs to attack the imperial guards again and again. Whether it is orcs or humans, as long as the flesh and blood are cracked on the fungus ground on its skin, it will become its nutrition, and even this hulk may Relying on the emotions emanating from dead souls to keep machine spirits alive.

"Heretical things..." Alan Bayer looked at the ground absorbing the blood and pieces of flesh that he had trampled on, leaving only bones. It was not the feeling of penetrating into the ground, but the feeling of sucking and squeezing.

At this time when the orcs were finally cleaned up, Alan Baier was free to ask. "Colonel Lane, is there any news from your scout?"

Partoria's imperial guards are excellent, and they are rare allies who can fight side by side. This cannot be denied. When this sentence is said, Ryan tells most of the information they have learned so far like a dish.

The coordinates, time, location, and recommendation priority make people feel that he is more suitable to be a staff officer than a regiment commander, but I heard that he seems to be a colonel who has been promoted from the staff.

Ryan said suddenly. "A new report, about three thousand orcs are coming."

Alan Bair said. "Pretty much the sum of the current mess of trivial attacks, is there a kill can or a boss?"

"There are no cans, but the boss has three or four. It can be seen that it should be a Goff orc." Ryan is very smart and knowledgeable. After Alan Bayer was willing to share his orc knowledge with him, he became an orc expert in almost the shortest time, but There is still a lot of gap between veterans who often fight fiercely in places like Armageddon.

"Consultant, ask the soldiers to take out the deflagrating guns. We can't have any loss of life force, not even one person. Damn it, have you finished the dessert and served the appetizer?" Alan Bayer still had a slight sense of humor to tease this matter. It's not easy. If you are a new recruit, you will probably be in a mess.

There was no advantage in numbers or supplies, and after several hours of fierce fighting, the staff officer couldn't help cursing.

"Those orcs don't get tired, no matter which star sector they are, they are so enthusiastic, I can't bear it."

Alan Baier patted him on the shoulder. "Treat them with bolts and lasers, as usual."

He turned on the communicator. "The elites of Skadi's [-]th regiment are going to have a hard time, but I deduce that this group of orcs should be the largest tribe near this area. If we can clean it up, we should be able to sleep well at night."

The veterans of Skadi's fourth regiment also experienced one-eyed crazy attacks, and they didn't pay attention to just a few thousand orcs at all, and they were still in the mood to laugh. "Such a few orcs are not enough to fight."

"Boss, is this what you said about a narrow escape?"

Alan Baier cursed back. "You guys wait to get off the hulk, the orcs are enough for us to fight."

Laughter came from the communicator, saying that they are not afraid of anything, orcs are cowards, long live the emperor, etc., but no matter how hard the mouth is, it is not easy to kill any alien until the wind blows on the battlefield. Not even the Emperor could relax until the wind died down.

Alan Baier held the binoculars and watched the things drilled out of the battleship mountain that reported the direction. "Come here, about three or four thousand, not too dense..."

Those restless green things poked their heads out, but something was wrong, they didn't raise their weapons, instead, many orcs came empty-handed, and instead of waaagh, they moved impatiently and aimlessly.

"It's not right. Get your weapons ready. It seems that something is chasing them. Orcs should be at the top of the food chain here, something that can make three or four thousand orcs run away..." Alan Baier's forehead was sweating, no matter what it was , obviously the power of that thing far exceeds that of the orc troops.

Colonel Lane asked the scout urgently, but the scout only made intermittent voices and spoke a few words. "Emperor, angels! Angels!"

Ryan reluctantly turned off the communicator. "It seems that the gathering of green skins has caused a small-scale short circuit in the radio. This is rare, and it will only happen when a large number of green skins are extremely emotional."

Alan Baier replied. "Can scare those things with arms thicker than human heads to such an extent, is it some kind of monster tens of thousands of years ago?"

The entire imperial guard was silent. They put away their previous sloppy attitude and looked at those orcs vigilantly. They saw thousands of orcs running forward frantically. The other orcs moved forward even more fearfully.

Before the orc exploded, there was a familiar muffled sound like... bang?

Alan Baier frowned, but the staff officer, as the one who served the longest here, heard something was wrong. "Captain, this seems to be..."

Before the words were finished, the roar of the jumping backpack echoed on the ground. Six space warriors jumped high and swooped down in the sky. Chainsaw swords and bolt pistols slashed and fired, blood and orcs screamed continuously.

On the hillside behind, the reason why the orcs split before that became clear. It was a tactical team of space fighters with about 10 people, plus 6 members of the assault team, a non-commissioned officer, and the sharpest scalpel in the empire, and they were like spreading their wings. The red eagle of the Chapter gleamed across this hopeless land.

It's hard to tell whether their armor is red or white. Although the armor of the Doom Eagle is mainly white, it looks like...

"Holy Blood Angels?!" Colonel Lawn shouted the name of the battle group he had guessed in disbelief, and Alan Byer couldn't help but feel that he and the son of Sanguinius had an unending fate.

But Alan Bayer scolded immediately when he saw his subordinates preparing for the Skyhawk Ceremony. "Salute after beating!"

The elites realized it later, but they still said it out of their mouths. "By the Emperor, the angels have come to our aid!"

No matter how excited to shoot loyal bullets, there is no doubt that the appearance of space warriors is a violent stimulant, and the effect is even stronger than the blessed imperial tonic.

It was not that the Skadi IV did not fight alongside Space Marines, but the Space Marines they encountered were either lunatics or deranged traitors without wisdom.

Shooting, shooting, continuous shooting, bombs and chainswords are constantly killing those orcs, blood and death, loyalty and victory permeate the earth, the heart pumps blood faster, and people can't help but be happy.

"Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The Doom Falcons also found something was wrong, why is there an Imperial Guard here?Are they a bit powerful?
The sergeant said in the communicator. "Mortal troops, loyal people, actually came here, Emperor, they will die, but they met us." He instantly understood what the previous troops were covering, even though he was a hundred years old, such crazy actions It is also very rare for him.

"All fighting brothers, end the battle quickly, I don't want to see you kill not as fast as mortals."

All members of the Doomhawk uttered a low and thick and terrible answer. "A natural disaster is coming!"

The huge sound was further strengthened by the powerful power armor, and the terrifying sound even caused blood to flow from the eyes and nose of the orcs whose nerves and bones were much thicker than humans.

With only four thousand orcs under siege, it can be said that the harvest of mutated corn born in the agricultural world is not far behind.

Flesh and blood were all over the ground, and with no alien alive, the Imperial Guard and the Astartes finally met. In the trenches, Skadi Fourth, the elite of the 143rd Regiment of the Partorian Guard, and others Cross your arms across your chest.

The angels of the Empire passed by with their heads held high. Although their power armor was large and loyal, they made no footsteps. At the same time, they were extremely agile. Their red-helmed non-commissioned officers walked up to Alan Bair, to be precise, in front of the command headquarters.

"Mortals, Imperial Guard, we recognize your bravery, but opponents like space hulks are not something you can solve. Mortals, give us the strategic data here, and then keep stationing. We will ask the fleet to let you leave after we clear it."

He is doing it for the good of the Imperial Guard, as well as for the mortals. The space hulks are extremely dangerous, but his good intentions sent the Imperial Navy to send them with their lives, and where does he put the will of the people in the Imperial Guard who want to die?

And if they want to suppress the orcs for hundreds of years, this sector and the soldiers here will starve to death.

However, Alan Bayer has to admit that although each mortal is a mortal, the sense of security and reliability of the space warrior is simply indescribable.

Alan Bayer can also be considered tall and burly, but he is incomparable in front of the three-meter space warrior. The bolter and chainsword in his hand are half the size of his half-human.

But he will not show weakness. "We did not come to this world to help you, angels, we are the Imperial Guard, and trillions of human beings in this star area are suffering from hunger. If the Mandeville Point here is not expanded, it will only take half a year. Hundreds of millions of people will die."

"Angel, if you are really fighters fighting for the emperor, then let the soldiers here die. If their death can be exchanged for driving away the aliens as soon as possible, one more day will let tens of thousands of humans live way down."

Colonel Ryan didn't expect him to speak directly to the space fighters like this. Although he didn't like being driven away, the mission of the Imperial Guard was to do what they were doing now.

The non-commissioned officer who destroyed the eagle only thought for a moment. "Very well, mortal, go to death, with your honor, and intelligence, for the Emperor."

"I approve of your participation in this operation, Loyalist."

Alan Baier breathed a sigh of relief, and the staff officer wiped off his cold sweat. After all, how terrifying the space warriors are, they knew it well. The combat power of killing three thousand imperial soldiers in just one minute in front of Karoo City was like a god. .

Alan Bayer took out the tactical tablet, shared the situation with the soldiers of the empire, the angels of the emperor, and said. "For the sake of the emperor, with your joining, the battle will definitely be easier."

The sergeant replied. "This is not a war, this will be a massacre, mortal, I agree with you to join, it is to let you witness our power, the power of the empire, to make your loyalty stronger, and the ticket is that your soldiers will be on the verge of death."

He shouted to all mortals here without using a communicator, and his voice was as clear as a star's light shining on this dark dark side.

"People of the Emperor, Imperial Guard, you are honored to work with the Doomhawk Chapter, with the Astartes, and you will see the victory, the death of the xenos, the victory of the loyal, the victory of the human race."

"Now, show your awareness and see how we kill the alien!"

"For the Emperor!"

At this moment, the angels seem to be the commanders. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard, a total of three thousand elites, couldn't help shouting with enthusiasm in their hearts. "For the Emperor!"

But the Astartes didn't know that what they would face was not ordinary orcs, but terrible demons.

　Orcs actually degenerate (gene seed mutation?) Ancient orcs are all tough men like bonebreakers ()

　　
　
(End of this chapter)