Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 110 Give Farm Tools to Astartes
After experiencing the untouchables transformed by technology, Alan Bayer felt that he stinks to death, and goose bumps all over his body, that disgusting feeling.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, he couldn't let him abandon those things. Only by shielding the spiritual power can he get out of here. At this moment, those twisted corridors became straight, and those terrible monsters disappeared, but the red light on the badge kept reminding him that he should gone.

In the rush of the battleship corridor, the promethium lamp kept shaking, and the shadows it cast were also erratic. Inside the hulk without the influence of the subspace, everything was silent and frightening.

Alan Bayer couldn't help thinking about why there was such a thing on the agricultural ship, but it was obvious that this ship existed to transport this equipment, so it was an agricultural ship, hiding its ears and stealing its bells.

The research on psionic countermeasures touched the huge capital behind the navigator family, and now this warship with the most cutting-edge human research on psionics has been forced to become a hulk.

I don't know if she survived the enemy's siege successfully, but it is obvious that she has failed now. Maybe the discovery of the anti-psychic position can allow mankind to survive the end of the Dark Ages, but the Iron Man Rebellion has completely destroyed human civilization.

In any case, and regardless of whether the success of this ship would represent the decline of the Dark Ages, a few years later, when the imperial officer stepped over those damned, [-]-year-old metals, he felt the extreme cold that did not belong to humans.

Until he saw the light of the fourth regiment of Skadi, until he crossed the stand of the psykers, until those loyal soldiers looked at him as if seeing a ghost, Alan Baier's first move was to catch the attention of the psykers. Turn off the badge before going to his untouchables mode, the first sentence that follows. "Is there anything to eat, I'm starving to death."

"Don't forget the water!"

The soldiers of Skadi's Fourth Regiment got up instantly from their scattered and lazy state, and the staff officers hurriedly handed over food. In this small camp, in just a moment, Alan Bayer was crowded with people.

They have a good order as the Imperial Guard, and Colonel Lane and the staff can only ask.

"Where have you been? It's been four days, and it's colder than we imagined, and there are not many food supplies." The staff officer handed over the water bottle and the canned Golo beast, and Alan Bayer skillfully pried open the can The iron skin, said while eating.

"How is it possible? I've only been lost in it for about four hours?"

The staff officer replied. "We entered the hulk several times in search of you, but all we got was soldiers eating days' worth of food in hours and the fatigue of psykers."

"The machine souls here are very unfriendly to us. We are stationed in the tribe of orcs, and it is also the periphery of the battleship. Otherwise, I am afraid they will be targeted."

"During this period, about three or four groups of orcs were killed by traps. The space fighters will continue to wait here, and we have to withdraw."

Alan Baier waved his hand. "No, give me the battery."

The staff officer obeyed the order and took out the batteries that are now very scarce, while Alan Bayer pressed the connectors of those things on the badge, and soon the technology of the dark age was full of energy.

In the darkest 40 years of the empire, the Mechanicum relied on the strong practicality of technology in the dark age of mankind to help mankind overcome difficulties time and time again.

"Barely usable." Seeing the red display dissipate, Alan Bayer heaved a sigh of relief. He still couldn't forget the feeling of being threatened by the subspace, and his clothes were almost wet with cold sweat.

"Where are the Space Marines of the Destroyer Eagle Chapter? Where are the Angels?" Alan Bayer asked.

The staff officer replied. "They have already sneaked into the hulk to look for the greenskin troops that came one after another. This may be the end of the greenskin war, and their number suddenly increased."

"A deadly warship to us is nothing to a space marine. They can't starve to death, and the sorcery of the Warp is of little use to them."

Alan Baier was a little dissatisfied. "That doesn't make them so undisciplined, but they are the Emperor's angels after all, so give them something nice later."

He rubbed his shoulders. "Ask the strongest person in the team to come with me, and we don't need a psyker. Let's go to the hulk to find things, food, energy, I have seen it, this is a civilian ship, and there is no terrible fort in the dark age, but the food It should be quite a few."

"Remember to bring a big backpack or something, there are a lot of things to take away."

Colonel Ryan still asked uncertainly. "Then how do our soldiers ensure that they are conscious and will not get lost?"

Alan Bayer patted the badge on his chest, which was about the size of a thumb. "The witchcraft of the dark age can make me untouchable, which means that I can dispel the evil machine spirits nearby even if I eat and drink normally."

asked Colonel Lane. "Is it really okay for us to use such a thing!?" He pointed at Alan Bayer, while condemning his recklessness, and complaining a bit, more of fear of the unknown, this performance is also a standard empire Man's attitude towards the Dark Ages.

But Alan Bayer hadn't refuted yet, and the staff officer answered first. "At the very moment, the Emperor will forgive us. If this thing leads to irreversible bad changes, it is our own fault."

"Colonel Lane, the continued presence at this critical juncture is vital to our victory, and you understand that, don't you?"

The words of the high-ranking staff officer of the empire made the colonel nod. In many cases, the position of the staff officer in the Imperial Guard is independent of the imperial officers. Therefore, the staff officer has quite the right to speak.

Even in many cases, the relationship between staff officers and soldiers is more appropriate and closer than the relationship between imperial officers and soldiers. Of course, such a relationship may also be maintained by bombs.

"Since it was said by the staff officer, I am powerless to refute it, but no matter what, take my soldiers with you, they will absolutely obey, and if something goes wrong, the 143rd Regiment of the Partoria Guards will also be punished." Responsibility is implicated." Ryan replied.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair could feel the camaraderie in it. At the end of the dark 40th millennium, the two unrelated worlds of the empire, completely different civilizations, understood each other at this moment.

This is the charm of the Imperial Guard, and why humans can continue to this day in this cruel galaxy.

Alan Baier saluted. "By the Emperor, our friendship will never change."

Lane replied. "If one day Skadi is in trouble, the 143rd Regiment of the Partoria Guard will never back down, and will provide support as quickly as possible."

Alan Baier retorted. "I won't let my hometown fall like this, and I won't let my star region suffer. Even if it's Abaddon, he can only crawl back to the Eye of Terror in front of the Emperor's Hammer."

Colonel Lane smiled. "I believe in you, you will definitely do that."

Alan Baier didn't answer, he acquiesced, this is the confidence of Skadi's fourth regiment, and also his confidence in his own soldiers.

"Now, those who are willing to follow me to collect supplies go out."

The sound of neat military shoes echoed in the camp, and Alan Bayer cursed. "I'm not asking you to take a step forward, did you hear me wrong?"

Skadi's 143th Regiment and Partoria's [-]rd Regiment answered in unison. "No, sir, we are all obliged."

Alan Baier sighed. "Okay, pick your own."

Whether it is good intentions or malicious, Alan Baier thinks this is definitely not a fault, so that he is quite moved, but the energy is limited, so he can only find people who seem to be able to bring a lot of things.

A few big men were selected, and Alan Byer knew their names very well. Within the Imperial Guard, normally it would be difficult for a commander to remember soldiers at the second lieutenant level, but Alan Byer could remember the names of thousands of non-commissioned officers under him. Names, because they fought side by side with him, and they were the last ones who survived. The ones he chose were also the ones he trusted.

Those soldiers who were pointed out were all smiles, because they were going to save their troops, even if they were moving things, their hearts were sweet.

Alan Baier understands that for the Imperial Guard, there is no place more like home than the army. This is equivalent to having no food at home, and it is almost the same to earn money.

When the dark ship gate is illuminated, driven by the ability of the untouchables, those demons and distortions dissipate and disappear, far surpassing the countless psykers. Of course, it is impossible for him to activate next to the psykers, otherwise those humanoid subspace cracks May run away directly.

Entering the once scary place, the lumen lamps of dozens of people illuminated it like daytime. Although the soldiers were not used to the uncomfortable feeling on the officer, they still knew that they could not leave him.

The footsteps of military boots echoed in the battleship, the dark road was illuminated by light, the storage room was emptied, and the food of the dark age was under the influence of the subspace. Many genetically programmed starch foods and canned food were still edible, and the subspace It has little effect on them. There must be intelligent creatures in the subspace, and only those with souls will feel uncomfortable.

Of course, it may also be due to the ability of the untouchable to dissipate the spiritual energy attached to it. After all, the real universe is still a material world, not as disordered and terrifying as in the subspace.

The soldiers happily filled their backpacks. In order to save money, many people directly filled their stomachs with food. The sound of chewing continued. The pure water stored by human beings in the dark age was also opened and poured into the soldiers' stomachs. in stomach.

As for the lesions that may exist in those things, this is inevitable, but the canned food and water plus the material science of the Dark Ages should still be edible. Alan Baier tasted a little, and the taste is not bad, sour and sweet Sweet meat or savory vegetables.

And this storage room is very large, in addition to food, there are many electronic equipment for entertainment, but now it has completely become scrap iron, even if all these things are removed, the available food here can support the elite of the Imperial Guard Continue to stay for half a month.

"Leave some space, don't be full of food, give me an empty hand, and we can find better things later." Alan Baier emphasized that the soldiers were very interested in hearing that it was better than food.

twitter asked. "Boss, what do we have?"

Individual veterans are well aware of the character of their officers. "The boss has probably dug up something good again. Those priests of the Mechanicus couldn't ask for it. The boss just found it at his fingertips."

"Boss, are you interested in working for the Mechanics after retiring from the army?"

Alan Baier laughed out loud. "They, they just ruin things, kowtow to those ancient treasures, if those weapons can be properly handed over to the soldiers of the Empire, whether it's the Astartes or the Star Guard, they can make the enemies of the Empire suffer .”

"But they have all kinds of doubts. For example, this technology is very dangerous, for example, it may be corrupted by the subspace or something. I am a rather vulgar person. I only care about whether this thing can kill the aliens."

The soldiers of the 143th Skadi Regiment nodded, and the [-]rd Regiment of the Partorian Guards, which is highly disciplined, did not say it out loud, but they also agreed in their hearts. If those things can kill the alien, they are willing to endure a part of the price.

The empire's worship of sacrifice, force, and battle has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Although the oil man's actions are logical, they are not really widely recognized. For thousands of men and women in the empire, life is more important than the price.

And then Alan Bayer led them to the place where the agricultural tools were stored, and the eyes of the soldiers were already straightened. "A power weapon?"

"Are these the treasures of the Empire that only the Captain Astartes can use?"

"Hmm... looks weird? It's a bit like those in the agricultural world..." The veterans of the fourth Skadi regiment followed Alan Bayer, and now they have a lot of experience, so they quickly realized that something was wrong.

But the destructive stance of power weapons is invaluable to the Empire today...

Then they suddenly discovered that Alan Bayer actually took out metal throne coins and stuffed them into their hands.

"Hey, this is what I hired you to dig. The discovery, mining, and utility here didn't consume the power of the Imperial Guard, understand?"

The soldiers of the 143th Regiment of Skadi knew it instantly, and the soldiers of the [-]rd Regiment of the Partoria Guards secretly cursed, old fritters, and put away those throne coins.

Alan Bayer has a hand in tax evasion, and the soldiers can't say anything, plus here are all their own people, even if the judge comes, don't even think about taking more!
In this way, those pitchforks, sickles, and shovels were brought back to the camp, and they returned with a full load. Today, the 143th Skadi Regiment and the [-]rd Regiment of the Partoria Guards seldom had a full meal...

In this dark 40th millennium, all the glory and honor of human beings have been covered by a long time, but there are still people who inherit those golden wills and continue to this day...

Until the Astartes warriors came back one after another after patrolling, their armor still had blood, and the blades of the chainswords were changed again and again. Before the maintenance started, mortals stuffed them with a shovel, hammer, sickle, pitchfork and so on. , When they were puzzled and ready to get angry, they found that this thing seemed to be a power weapon?

Alan Bair to the fighters of the Doomhawk Chapter. "Comrades, the struggle continues, for the empire, raise the sickle and the hammer!"

Could the Golden Will that Alan Bair inherited be red?
　I am a headline party
　　
　
(End of this chapter)