Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 109 Desperation and the Psionic Shield
In the white warehouse, there are countless high-tech things that can vaguely look like sickles and pitchforks, and single-use agricultural implements, which are used to harvest genetically modified foods with extremely high yields but large or extremely hard bodies.

In fact, after humans stepped into the universe, in order to make the worst world provide humans with the best food, the abuse of genetic programming technology has even reached a very dangerous level, which has also made today's humans and ancient Terra humans very different in dna Far.

However, even in today's empire, the main livestock is still the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Golo beast, and it is not even sacrificed to breed it by means of cutting the lobe and embedding the chip. The kind of beautiful environment on earth is rare.

From this point of view, the agricultural tools here are obviously not outrageous. Alan Baier stepped forward. The agricultural tools here are probably a thick or thin stick with strange blades or pointed ends, but he feels something wrong when holding it. , this thing has a button similar to a chainsaw sword.

He pressed the button, and then the scythe at the tip of the agricultural tool glowed. He was familiar with the faint blue destructive position, because several similar weapons were found in Karoo City, and they are still treasures in the regiment.

There are thousands of handles, making a fortune... That's why Alan Bayer came out alone. Neither the empire world found them nor used the power of the empire. It belongs to his personal adventure. As long as he goes back and tells the soldiers the location, And take out a few throne coins to "hire" and you can get it in your own name.

Even if the empire is messing around, it can only pay 10% of the entire eleventh tax and it will be over. There is no such bastard thing as being licked and kowtowed by the oil guy. After all, the emperor's people, emperor's supplies or emperor's money have not been used in the whole process. .

Although Alan Bair also belonged to the Emperor, the Emperor's empire no longer had the ability to ask him for it.

For this reason, he dared to take risks. After all, people die for money, and birds die for food. The benefits brought by the technology of the dark age are enough for him to try, and bringing soldiers here will also increase the possibility of his companions being polluted by the subspace sex.

Maybe the essence of this matter is that Alan Baier is worried that someone he knows will become a lunatic and take risks again, but he feels that he is selfish...

But that joy cannot be suppressed, he cried. "Power sickle, power pitchfork!"

Excitedly thinking about it, I found that the power weapons that I and the empire often use seem to be different... I don’t know if the output will decrease.

Speaking of which, Alan Baier is also a natural second lieutenant who touches gold, and various dark age relics revolved around him during his service.

What the engine oil guy spent his whole life not digging up, he can quickly give an imperial infantry regiment a share.

But after all, this is a subspace area full of darkness. Put down the portable signal source that you carry with you, and use another piece of string as a marker, so you have to go back quickly.

In such a weird place, only inanimate things can ensure safety. Signals and living people cannot be distorted. Even the concept of time itself is beginning to be blurred, and Alan Bayer dare not stay too long.

Carrying soldiers in such a place will only increase the chances of someone being defiled by the warp, but once characters like Astartes and psykers use them, the Empire will inevitably check what they have obtained.

According to the character of the imperial bureaucrats, the imperial guards will not be used for 80 or [-] years, and even if they are used, they are probably for the Astartes.

Thinking about it this way, the school-level officials of the empire took risks for a few scythes, and the current human beings are really cheap...

Alabair picked up a power sickle, but the blue blade and the white jade handle quickly dispelled his thoughts. With this thing in his hand, all ghosts and monsters would have to climb up and down.

He opened the destructive position of the power scythe, and the buzzing sound of the server made people happy. He found an unlucky subspace entity that filled the room, and slashed at the eye-catching thing. As an imperial officer, he would be forced to be killed in his spare time It is required to train swordsmanship, although there is not much skill, the strength is not bad.

Just listening to the unique sound of breaking through the air with a destructive attitude, the entire subspace materialized into two halves.

Such a weak thing is in the physical universe. It is just a nightmare of someone. As long as the emperor's believers are firm, they will not be afraid of it, but if this thing appears in the Hive City, it will definitely become a disaster. It is hard to tell about idealism. Maybe the weak draw their swords against the weaker?

But the power weapon and the will of the lieutenant colonel of the empire tore apart this poor thing in an instant. Of course, for the people of the empire, such a heresy is not pitiful.

"The sharp blade, the absolute sharp blade, seems to be charged with promethium." After speaking, the excitement passed, and Alan Bayer felt a tingling pain in his head again. The prophecies from the subspace became more and more powerful, and the cruel planet was burned Burning, torn pictures flashed.

"Emperor...Damn it." He realized that he is not a superman, those things are still entering his mind bit by bit, the subspace is like this, intelligent creatures are destined to be connected with them, no matter how strong your will is, No matter how fixed the soul is, it cannot be changed.

He couldn't stay here for a long time, and the happiness came and dissipated quickly. As long as he was still in the blurred place between subspace and reality, he couldn't avoid corruption, not to mention that as a time traveler, he knew a lot of secrets.

Start walking according to the way back, this time there is not much stop, and this spaceship is still in material time, but as the time of being exposed to the evil machine spirit becomes longer and longer, the continuous golden thread seems to be distorted and becomes endless .

At some point, bright red blood flowed from his nasal cavity, and it began to tick non-stop, and there were ethereal voices in his ears, but the determined imperial officer understood that this was all a subspace trick, and his senses were pulled away, but as long as he returned He was safe in the shelter of the psyker, back under the feeble-sight sorcery that projected psionic energy over the physical universe.

The pace will not slow down, those things have not yet been able to control his body, and his will is still firm. As long as his actions are still for the sake of countless humans, the Hulk can sense his actions, and the things that have been soaked in the subspace for thousands of years have already Forget why it exists.

Soon, the illusion dissipated, the tiredness disappeared, and the silk thread gradually led Alan Bayer to the lower deck of the battleship. It was not far from returning to a safe place, and he returned with a full load...

Walking gradually, Alan Baier found something was wrong. The road at the end was not a familiar road, but a damned subspace entity holding one end of the silk thread...

It had a scythe, and perhaps that unconscious action had cut the thread and let it hang from its blade all the way, and in general he was lost, in the hideous twisted hulk.

"You heretic!" Anger, the anger that his plan was completely broken turned into a scorching shot and sprinkled on the distorted head of the thing, until its body in the real universe was shattered, and it could no longer see its original appearance .

But what now?Alan Bayer sat powerlessly inside the normal-looking battleship. The cold ancient metal was still full of power, and the terrifying machine spirit sang in his ears. Despair instantly broke his will, and he couldn't help but think.

I have defeated traitors, orcs, gene stealers, protected the empire time and time again, and even faced the subspace, but now I am going to die in this place, this place full of orc stink, because the silk thread I am carrying is not anti-cut.

He sighed, smiled wryly again, the whisper in his ear asked him, what are you doing, and the flashing picture in his mind told him that this is the end.

In this dark and dark universe, the No.40 millennium of human beings, in this universe full of war and death, murder, violence, disease, and desire exist forever, while the hope of human beings and the continuation of civilization are fragile.

Nothing good is going to happen in this awful place... He knew all too well in the morning that the cold was beginning to sap the strength of the Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel, and that low thoughts had warp creatures entrenched around him, waiting to devour mortal flesh.

Once the will is weakened, the flame of the soul flickers and dims. In front of those things, you are food. The distorted bodies of those monsters approach, and the hideous things gather into various disgusting inhuman thoughts. In the subspace, Lieutenant Colonel The light that was as bright as a star also began to fade.

Until half asleep, it was the beetle used by Catachan, the damn sound of click, click, click, Alan Byer will never forget, and the warmth of the forest crawled back into his body.

Then the palm of the non-monster slapped him on the shoulder. "Lieutenant, what are you doing, the green skins haven't been cleaned up yet, let's move on."

It was bronze, and thick, and muscular, and that flash of the Catachan blade, and then...

The destructive position flashed across this space, and those warp space monsters became two pieces, fell to the ground, and scattered tremblingly, Alan Baier got up.

"Yes, yes, I still need to continue serving, Lieutenant Colonel, long time no see." He spoke to the air, but it was rare to find his own will, and whether it was the firm soul help in the weak gap between subspace and reality, or His will to live, his will to live through countless wars?

He couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't need to. He continued to walk in the dark and lightless battleship, walking with the human empire in a hopeless universe. Only the traces left by the war and death told him to move forward.

This world is cruel, but civilization and human beings will not be caught with their hands. Traveling from sub-light speed to tens of years and hundreds of years has dragged human beings into despair, until the invention of Geller's position, subspace travel is realized, and the emperor stands on the sacred Terra In the world, human beings are coming step by step, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Those subspace monsters can only detour at this moment, those twisted things can only fear, but the evil thing is still hindering the lieutenant colonel, when his toes are smoking, I don’t know how much time has passed, Alan Baier, who took off his military boots to dissipate heat, Looking at this huge room, he was very familiar with it.

The command points, screens, reporters, etc. are very different from the battleships of the empire, but the basic position has not changed. This is the bridge. He seems to have gone wrong, but relying on the position here to plan the road...

No, the machine soul here wants him to die here to accompany it. For it, the human lifespan of decades is too short. Even if Alan Baier can find food and water, clothes and flames, and even get used to those subspace monsters There is no way to escape from here, the result is the same.

Want to despair again?

No.

He was frantically looking for things here, all kinds of strange instruments used by one person, personal hobbies of fleet members, strange magazines with a little color, dashboards, compasses, navigator's hoods, and messy things.

Until he leaned feebly on the command point and prayed to the Emperor. "Emperor, I didn't trust you in the past. To be honest, my soul should be as old as yours, but in the boundless and cruel battlefield, I realized that those without faith cannot survive."

"I am a utilitarian guy, not a fanatic. I believe in technology. I hope to change. I love adventure. The virtues before the decline of human beings are all here."

"And this universe is depriving me of everything, leaving only a few things that can be called human beings, war, death, and sacrifice."

"The gods laughed, the darkness continued, my brothers and sisters died mercilessly, my victory seemed to have no existence, and the subspace whispered constantly, making people doubt, are you still there?"

"I can't understand why they trust so much in miracles they haven't seen in their life, until I win one after another, people need an explanation, and I chose you."

"I think I'm an egoist, Emperor, I don't want to be saved, but this place can't win without me, not my rhetoric, but I'm needed."

"Sweat" dripped down the lieutenant colonel's eyes, was it because of loneliness or fear, no, because of betrayal, in this dark universe, someone has to perform their duties, and in such a place, betrayal and betrayal are the biggest sins, and now he too is a sinner.

In the Emperor's Children, the bodily fluids that did not shed when his brothers and sisters died tick-ticked on the compass of the command point, and the lumen lanterns flickered because of the lack of promethium, and before hope was extinguished, he found The traces of my own "sweat" slipping off are wrong.

"Huh?" He wiped his eyes dry. "Emperor, Emperor!" He lowered his head excitedly and looked at the strange marks, did "sweat" go in?Is there a secret grid?

He raised his power scythe and slammed it, the destructive position and the engineering materials of the dark age drew a fierce and terrifying light, and then the dark grid split open, and a strange clean and white triangular emblem fell out, as well as a single piece stained with thick dust. page manual.

It says.

[The Nock series of experimental spiritual energy shielding equipment is extracted from the owner of the special variant gene, which can be activated by most energy sources, such as electricity, fuel oil, heat energy, etc. After activation, the energy output will shield the spiritual energy signal.Side effects include, but are not limited to, foul smell, disgusting, unsightly, etc., but return to normal after shutting down. 】

Alan Baier watched for a long time... The Untouchable? !

He immediately pressed the badge on his chest, and then continued to activate it with strong thoughts according to the instructions in the manual...

"Have energy...have energy, Emperor bless, have energy!"

After a while, the thing emitted a light, and then Alan Byer saw that all those disgusting subspace things disappeared... those subspace entities that followed him and wanted to eat his flesh and soul disappeared!

"God Emperor, I am your own son! You are not that kind to Magnus!"

Alan Baier laughed loudly, and then saw the red light indicating no battery began to flash, and then, for the first time, he knew that he could run so fast...

(End of this chapter)