Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 108 Ambush the Orcs Exploring the Hulk
"We and Goff Boy have been hacking each other since we were born on this ship. I only remember that there were still a lot of canned shrimps at that time, but now they are basically gone." In the center area of ​​the orc tribe inside the Hulk But in a more remote place, a snake bite boss is introducing the history of their honor to his boys.

A board is engraved with battle, death, kill, kill, and disorderly and messy words to drive the newborn boys' desire to fight.

"However, the days when we slashed at each other will be over soon. Our boss has studied the jumping that surpasses TMNB, and he will be able to kill all our mortal enemies in no time."

When the boss talked about the anger, he roughly pinched the carving knife in his hand. Because of the subspace inside the hulk, they must keep the orc tribe stationed all the time, such as the newly born boys, and the new boys need someone to take care of them.

He is such an unlucky guy, the more he looks at those cheerful little orcs now, the more he feels angry. Of course, don't get me wrong, the "little" of the orcs is already the size of an adult human male.

But compared to a beast trainer of the Snakebite clan, they are still much worse. In addition, the lack of food in this hulk all year round makes them look even smaller. They are not in the mood to attend lectures at all. Eat those little treats in one bite for energy.

"Boy, what are you doing?" The huge beast control stick smashed on the head of the orc, and after screaming, the grit hurriedly hid behind the old orc.

"You bastard, bad boy, bad orc, and fart are all war resources, and the war boss will eat you if he knows!" The old orc yelled, but surviving in this strange place, the orcs are actually more normal than others The orcs of the world are more united, even... love?
The kid covered his head and asked the boss. "Boss, why do we still want Nb to be on the boat? Isn't it good for us to leave this place?"

The old orc wiped the iron plate and engraved the stories of generations of orcs on it, although no orcs would read this stuff. "Stupid boy, this hulk is the foundation of us, waaagh, it has food, it has guns, it has materials, and it will automatically go to a place full of shrimp or something."

"Even if this universe is destroyed by a fucking sneeze, I won't leave here."

The kid answered. "Boss, what if someone attacks our place?"

said the old orc. "Impossible. Without intelligence, this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even the blood ax boys can't get in. Let's not talk about Xiami. I don't know why the roads in this bad ship keep changing, just talk about our traps. It’s not as good as ordinary shrimp.”

the boy asked. "Boss, what if it's canned dried shrimp?"

The old orc laughed. "Canned food? Hahaha, canned food... canned food?"

He frowned, as if thinking of something. "It doesn't seem to be enough for the canned people to pass by. I have to look at the defense and follow me, boys."

Maybe it was the orc's innate intuition, or maybe it was because of Second Brother Mao's protection. When he realized that something was wrong, he suddenly realized that he didn't go to the battlefield to participate in the battle, maybe it was for greater fun.

But obviously, he overestimated himself, and walked in the narrow path of the hulk. Obviously, this is not the passage of the battleship, but the gap created by two ships being pressed together. It is hard to imagine such a place full of scrap metal walls. There can be life alive.

Even the Genestealers have to go dormant to be active, but the greenskins still thrive on it, but the long time makes them overestimate themselves.

Although the boss still sensitively sensed that something was wrong, there was a damn strange breath flowing around the corner in front of him.

He has lived here for so long, so he can naturally feel that something is wrong, the space here seems stable and... deadly.

When he was about to open his mouth to warn the boys, a violent impact swept over. It was the Astartes shoulder armor hitting at a speed that even the orcs could not react to. The orcs still needed lumen balls to maintain basic vision, but for Superman's A Not at all for Stater.

The soldier crushed the orc's head and trampled the light source that fell to the ground. In the darkness, there was only the flash flame of the bomb. After only a few seconds, the light rose again, and it was the light carried by the Imperial Guard.

Alan Baier looked down at the remains of the orcs, all of them were headshot deaths, which reminded him of bad memories of the war.

The Space Marines continued on without a word, knowing that this place should be left alone for the Imperial Guard to clean up the orc corpses, and they only needed to protect the safety of the Human Empire.

Alan Bayer asked his men to clean up the place with a flamethrower, and continued forward with a few elites. They soon came to the orc nursery. The messy waste and messy orc writing here made the space fighters prepare to clean up the alien creations.

This is obviously a classroom, although there are no benches or seats, the stench of the orcs and the darkness and cold inside the battleship are all consuming energy all the time. When he spit out a mouthful of mist, Alan Bayer brushed the iron plate of the orc education boy with his fingers.

But Alan Bair said. "I have fought with orcs, and I understand orc language." But he actually used the shooting assistance system to translate. Orcs already existed in the golden age of human beings, and the text has almost been deciphered.

He looked at the metal plate and analyzed it calmly. "The war has already begun. This is an outlying tribe of the Snakebite clan. Our infiltration went smoothly."

"Currently the orcs are empty. If we have time, we can clean up the orcs here, and then plant bombs to destroy their lairs, but the war machines of the orcs should not be in their lairs, and the war bosses are also..."

The sergeant who destroyed the eagle was outspoken. "The strategic value has been greatly reduced. Although the information you have obtained is very useful, it seems that luck is not on our side."

Alan Baier retorted. "The Catachans in my team are experts in traps. If we are willing to sit on the sidelines, this matter is not worthless. It's just that we don't know how long the orcs will fight. Staying here is a burden for our psykers. "

"Consultant, how long can the psykers last?"

The staff officer replied. "Our team is about 300 people. If we reduce the interference range of the psykers and huddle together without moving, we can last for about five days. We have brought food and water for a week. You can try an ambush."

The Doomhawk Chapter sergeant wiped blood from his shoulder armor. "Then make an ambush."

This incident is harmless to the Space Marines. There was once a chapter surrounded by cultists in a space station, but they were not killed, or defeated the enemy, but fell into a long tug-of-war, hundreds of years , mortal cultists founded new sects, splintered, coalesced, continued offspring, and even those space warriors became part of the new mythology.

This kind of battle continued until the nearby starry sky was dug clean, the cultists ran out of ammunition and food, and the space warriors ended the hundreds of years of fighting.

The perfect war machine shaped by the empire can keep running at high speed for decades without eating or drinking. It is extremely resistant to the harsh environment for mortals, and even for mortals. Can have quite powerful resistance.

It can be said that even without the help of the imperial guards, they may stumble, but they will never fail, even under the influence of the terrifying battleship machine spirit.

On the contrary, the cold temperature inside the battleship makes ordinary people need to consume a lot of food to maintain their physical strength every day. People grab it.

But the physical stance of an orc without a fight also dissipates, and in the end it's just a waste of food.

In any case, what followed was long and cumbersome, with the Catachans scurrying about, laying traps, bombs, and Imperial Guards fashioning cover in the path provided by the Bloodaxe orcs.

It’s just that in the eyes of Astartes, such things are children playing games. That attitude made Alan Baier dissatisfied, but there was no way to refute it.

The war of mortals is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the demigods, so it is inevitable to be so arrogant, but the fourth regiment of Skadi once slaughtered gods, so why are the veterans in the regiment not arrogant?
If it wasn't for the respect for the emperor that made them shut up, maybe this group of strong men with martial virtues in the empire would start doing it here.

But for Alan Bayer, there is one more thing that is more important than war, and that is to recover the relics inside the battleship. He has auxiliary systems to help him. For him, many places that orcs cannot open are ships wrapped in dark age creations. There are countless treasures inside.

He wants to be Second Lieutenant Mojin, but his actions cannot be followed by psykers. After all, they are not members of the Imperial Guard, which means that he has to face the malice in the machine soul of this battleship.

"Consultant, I'm going to a hidden place to go to the toilet. Look out, don't let them fight." He made a lame excuse. After all, the opportunity to come inside the hulk is once in a lifetime. Although the staff felt something was wrong, he wouldn't stop.

"Come back early, don't you need psykers to follow?"

"You still need someone to watch you, don't you?" Alan Baier scolded, but of course the staff could tell that it would be a ghost if he really went to defecate.

He didn't pretend, he swaggered away from the team, and only dodged when he entered the interior of the hulk. Whether it was Ryan or the space fighters, they both felt it sensitively, but they also knew very well that if the other party didn't say it, it meant this matter Not an official action.

While such dereliction of duty should not be tolerated in combat, as Supreme Commander here he had privileges, and as Space Marines they felt they did not need mortal help.

Coming to the interior of the battleship, the cold atmosphere here is unaccustomed to people. After breaking away from the protection of the psyker, the lumen ball lantern in his hand shines on his waist, illuminating the twisting road.

Alan Baier had already prepared to take out the silk thread, tied it to the metal protrusion on the edge of the garrison point, and stretched out the thread while moving forward to ensure his own coordinates.

Walking into the ancient warships of human beings, there is no trace of time in places with a history of 2 years. Those things have been preserved in the subspace as if only a hundred years have passed.

The strange alloy similar to the titanium family is thin and beautiful. The interior of the battleship is more concise and technological than the gothic style of the empire. There are many electronic panels and different empires. There are so many circuit structures that Alan Bayer can't tell how to operate those things. .

The gate of the ship was opened by the green skins long ago, and the traces of dismantling are everywhere, but the green skins don't live here. The gathering place of the green skins is usually in the rough place where two ships are welded together by the subspace in the hulk. In the gap, it is more concealed and convenient to collect items.

The interior of the battleship, which looks like the future research institute in the doomsday story, is also suddenly covered with green leather debris, as if a group of Mad Max people ran into the future.

Those twisted and grotesque things in the corridor appear here, just like the monsters that appeared after Geller’s indifferent stand in the subspace. The scary things have almost uncertain postures and twitching appearances. The uncanny valley effect continues to emerge.

Some seemed to be wearing yellow raincoats, their skin was snow-white, and their faces looked like living people, but they were not human at all. Some of them twitched, as if a game had a bug, constantly twisting.

But I have seen countless monsters, ghosts and snake gods, Alan Bayer stomp that thing on the ground, take out his saber and fire to break up those messy things. This is the real universe, they are nothing, not even demons.

He is the Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard of the Astral Army, the Hammer of the Empire that protects trillions of human beings. Even without the protection of soldiers, he is definitely not a coward. How could he be scared by this group of third-rate horror game supporting characters?
Alan Baier let out a breath of cold air. "It's really fucking cold here, how can those green skins survive?" He groped for the narrow road inside the ship. Although it could allow Astartes to pass through, it was definitely not wide, so about two Astartes Walking side by side, but for mortals, they can barely move around.

It's hard to imagine why humans built such a large corridor in the Dark Ages without space fighters. Is it for Iron Man?
The line in the hand is getting less and less, and the subspace creatures permeating the ship are gradually increasing. In order to ensure the number of shots of the relic pistol, try to bypass it as much as possible. The location of the arsenal is generally in the middle of the battleship. Alan Bayer only I can pray that the orcs didn't ruin it there.

"I found it..." Looking at the undamaged gate and the house number translated by the auxiliary equipment [equipment library], although I don't know what happened to the human bones on this battleship, they may have been eaten up by subspace creatures, or green skins ?
Seeing that the thread in his hand was almost used up, Alan Baier also felt that luck was by his side.

The problem now is that the metal gate in front of him is something that even the green skins can't open. How can Alan Bayer open it?

"Promethium, promethium..." He touched the tactical belt, found the precious energy, then inserted the tube into the control panel of the gate, and tried to open it with the help of the emergency operation instructions.

You know, if it is for the machine oil guys, they have to thank the god of omnipotence, burn something, and finally use their modified bodies to forcibly decipher it for a long time. Alan Bayer's translation is simply cheating.

After the two beeps of Didi, the lumen ball of the warship that had been shut down for tens of thousands of years was bright. Although only the energy in this room was activated, the surrounding area was still pitch black.

And the door opened slowly, and what came into view was a large amount of...agricultural equipment?
(End of this chapter)