Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 113 Clean up the Hulk Ship and Set Sail Again
The smell of blood, stench, rot, the demon of that thing left, the host died, and was tortured by the energy of the warp until the rotten Squig's body turned into a dry rotten mummy, oozing out rotten liquid.

"Disgusting!" Alan Bayer immediately lifted his shoes, and he didn't feel so disgusted when stepping on the rotting leaves of the forest.

But the hurricane of circulation caused by fate finally extinguished today, and for Alan Baier in the eye of the hurricane, the 113th Skadi Regiment, the [-]th Regiment of Phraxia, and hundreds of millions of humans in this star area were saved.

For such a small victory, human beings have paid countless sacrifices and prices for it, and the emperor blesses, if Alan Bair hadn't got the relic, if the war between the greenskin tribes hadn't broken out, this plan would not have been like this smoothly.

The Space Marine sergeant saluted the mortals before him, and while he remained haughty, the Empire's worship of force led him to salute any loyal man of sufficient martial virtue.

"Well done, mortal."

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair returned his Skyhawk salute. "You too, Sergeant." Since there was no prefix like Space Marine or Angel, it sounded like the Imperial Guard Captain would say it to the Sergeant.

Sergeant Destroyer Eagle was not angry. He just picked up the demon's body, crushed it with his thick fingers, and then cleaned it with a flamethrower. In other words, he acquiesced that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him could call himself that.

This is unprecedented and honorable, and there are not many mortals recognized by space fighters in the empire. Generally, only sacrifice, courage, and force far beyond normal people can make those demigods let go of their prejudice and arrogance.

The task of the 143th Skadi Regiment and the [-]rd Regiment of the Partorian Guard then became to contain the greenskins that escaped as the Space Marines slaughtered below.

They probably couldn't clean it up, and the green skins regenerated in the spring breeze, not to mention that the machine spirits here intentionally protect the orcs, but it is conceivable that the ancient technology preserved in such a huge hulk should allow people to continue to live for a long time.

Although the underground orcs still make people fear and headaches, a large number of adventurers who desperately want to make a fortune will continue to enter, bringing countless treasures to the empire with their lives, and they can also suppress the orcs.

Next, the 143rd Regiment of the Partoria Guards will be stationed on the surface of the hulk, and the Imperial Navy fleet will conduct long-term orbital monitoring around this thing to ensure that no orcs can come to the surface and use those disgusting orc buildings on the surface.

Soon this terrible place will change its appearance and become an inexhaustible treasure trove of technology and a place of death. The Church of Mechanics arranges a demon sealing ceremony to suppress the machine souls here, and psykers will also become popular hires, and bring The mortals who came here gathered in the moat on the surface of the hulk with bottles and cans they had not seen for a long time.

They sat here, using simple sandbags as tables, alien corpses as benches, empty cans as wine glasses, and cans heated with promethium as delicacies.

Soldiers sang kitschy ballads, poured amset or snake-wine down their throats, cut up goodies thrown from rails, and gorged themselves on whatever they craved.

And that singing voice is heroic and joyful, enough to pass through thousands of voids and reach the emperor in the highest sky.

"In the future, there will be constant wars, and the blades of the chainswords will be chilling. They want us to disappear from Terra, and they want humans to disappear from the universe."

"Oh, God, oh, my emperor, oh, my god emperor, they want you to disappear from Terra!"

"The words of heretics are as deadly as a blade, they penetrate into my flesh and blood, and all the conspiracies are buried in the rhetoric, his, in the rhetoric!"

"Oh, my emperor! My god-emperor, we will not disappear from this universe, oh, my emperor..."

The soldiers raised their cups, accompanied by Amset, amidst the alcohol and the stinky faces of the staff, with the permission of the regimental commander, the Ministry of Military Affairs did not know, jingling, the cups collided, and the food was eaten.

There are staff officers at the company level of the Imperial Guard, and those loyalists from the Academy of Loyalty are full of doubts about today's debauchery, but with the consent of the senior staff officers, they can only allow such stupid things as drinking during wartime.

And the imperial guards are also very simple, just the inferior, muddy things brewed by the Hive City can make them happy, even if the taste is not good, but for them, this is the best celebration feast.

But Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair did not participate in it. Instead, he was on the mountain range formed by the wreckage of the hulk and warship. The 2000-meter-long metal mountains protruding from the sky were ups and downs in this place, and the war rocks of the orcs In the distance, Brother Mo Mao's smile is even more lifelike.

But he didn't come here to enjoy such "beautiful scenery". Beside him, the non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle Chapter stood tall. He took off his helmet, revealing the silver nails on his forehead, middle-aged face and brown hair.

"Mortal, let me ask you again, why do you know the existence of demons."

"I do not speak on behalf of my chapter or the Adeptus Astartes this time, but merely as a personal curiosity, and because of this, I will not ask questions while wearing a helmet."

Alan Baier knew very well that when he took off his helmet, the Astartes' war equipment would be detached from the energy supply of the power armor backpack, and all kinds of exquisite equipment in it, including the communication attack energy, would also stop. Such actions have already expressed His sincerity is gone, and it will be no good for him to dodge any more.

"I got a memory in my short life, so real that I'm not sure if I'm me, and I don't know who I am. There is a beautiful human world, a stable life, and a subspace. The demons, the gods of the high heavens, and even the dark ages and the Great Crusade are clearly recorded and public information."

The sergeant paused, not sure. "Well... Then, you may be the most dangerous existence in this galaxy. It's just those things in your mind. Although I don't know whether it's true or not, there is no doubt that while it has value, it will also pull you into the abyss."

"And you, didn't even tell your soldiers, but me?"

Alan Baier replied. "There are no impenetrable walls in this world, and the legendary Black Library also has records of those things. No matter how the empire hides it, someone will always know it, and no matter how dark I am, I will never be able to hide it forever."

"As long as I continue to increase the size until the empire knows that I know a lot, but because of my importance, I can't make a move in the open, that's enough."

"You don't really think that Sun Lord Macharius, the greatest mortal of the empire in the last hundred years, would really stupidly die in an unexplored world, just because of illness and depression from a failed expedition?"

"In this universe, my own life doesn't matter at all, and even the Sun Lord doesn't care about this empire. Mortals are the cornerstone, and no one cares what cement thinks."

"Only trample, the only way to deal with concrete is to trample, my lord, but I still won't rebel against the empire, because at the end of this dark 40th millennium, according to my memory, something big is going to happen."

"And...the Primarch will return."

The sergeant's huge body visibly trembled. Even though he heard so many words that could be evaluated as treasonous, he was not one-tenth as excited as something as important as the news of the Primarch.

"Who is it?" He answered urgently.

Alan Bair said. "Tell you, you're on this boat, and I'm probably a heretic, demon-corrupted, smooth-talking and scary."

"In this world, desire, thirst for knowledge, love, all feelings will become the root of heresy sprouting in your heart."

"My lord, forgive me for being straightforward, but if you really listen to it, there is no turning back."

The non-commissioned officer put on his helmet, indicating that the call was over. "Lieutenant Colonel of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, I have handed over your bravery and experience to the Military Affairs Department, and the Empire will remember your sacrifice and contribution." He said a few words in an official tone and then jumped off with a jetpack. Alan Baier lamented the strength of the space fighters in his heart, no wonder they could endure the corruption of the subspace.

And that's why he told the non-commissioned officer, first, the other party had already guessed it, and if he didn't make it clear, it would only lead to suspicion, which eventually developed into an unchangeable contradiction.

Second, it doesn't matter if you say it, there are so many things in this world that can read his poor head, there is no impenetrable wall in this world, unless he is dead.

Alan Baier sat on the top of the hulk, looking at the long horizon below, and couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

How can he go down? The main peak of the Five Sacred Mountains is only 1500 meters away. This is more than 2000 meters away. How can he go down? !

When he was brought up by the interstellar warriors, he never expected that he would be forgotten. Obviously, those words had a great impact on the non-commissioned officer, and Alan Byer could only switch on the communicator tremblingly.

"Um, is that Bordeaux? Is the captain there?"

The communicator replied. "Here, we are bombing and clearing the orc fort. What's the matter? The leader of Skadi's fourth regiment."

"Come to the signal coordinates of the communicator when you have time. I can't go down the mountain. The whole transport ship will pick me up..." Alan Baier replied with a blushing face.

There was a questioning sound from the communicator. "Huh? What did you say, my lord?"

Alan Baier emphasized again. "The entire transport ship picked me up, I can't get up and down the mountain!"

The communicator replied. "Yes, my lord!" Then the other party probably forgot to cut off the communication, and only heard the joyful laughter from the other side...

Half an hour later, the bulldog transport plane spraying flames landed from the orbit. In front of Alan Baier, after climbing up through the rope ladder, Colonel Ryan and the staff sitting inside asked Alan Baier.

"How did you come up, 2000 meters, the atmosphere here is unstable and very thin, climbing at such a height, there is no oxygen equipment..."

Alan Baier patted the dust that sat on the top of the Hulk Hill. "Hey, I'm the most loyal and powerful officer in the empire. It's not been a day or two. What's the point of climbing 2000 meters?"

"Then don't let someone pick you up!" the staff officer cursed.

"Tired from climbing." People need face and trees need bark, and trees without bark will die, and people without face are invincible. Alan Baier drank the coffee used by the pilots on the transport plane, which was very natural.

Colonel Lane patted the speechless staff officer, and asked Alan Baier again. "You're leaving, aren't you?"

Alan Baier nodded. "Of course, I'm not an Imperial Guard here. I just came here by accident. Although I like the 143rd Regiment of the Partorian Guard very much, there is no war in the world that will never end."

Colonel Lane nodded. "I'll go back and write you a letter of recommendation, a letter of commendation, and an application for additional supplies to be handed over to the Military Affairs Department of this star area. I'll stay here for a few days, and then I'll talk about it when I get the quota. The Partoria Guards are in this star area. Still have a voice."

There was a flash of hesitation on Alan Baier's face, but it quickly disappeared. "No, my friends, comrades-in-arms, servants of the Emperor, my hometown and I have lost contact for too long. During this time, I have always felt that something happened. We must reach the next area as soon as possible and pass through a standard star area again. We're home."

The size of a star area in the empire is different. The big ones are such as the five hundred worlds of Ultramar. You must know that there are only 8 planets in the solar system, and the hugeness of an empire star area can be slightly glimpsed.

About two and a half months, even if it is a subspace trip, it will take two months, and there will be half a month to exit the trip to resupply, and then enter Mandeville Point. If the journey goes smoothly, this homecoming expedition can come to an end.

Colonel Lane saluted Alan Bair. "Yes, but my letter of recommendation must be accepted. Even in Elura Veil, there are Star Guards who know me, which will make your travel easier."

"Thank you again, comrade-in-arms, if one day this place faces danger again, the Fourth Skadi Regiment will still have no hesitation."

Alan Baier said.

Colonel Lane replied. "I will repay you with the same words. If there is any disaster in Skadi, within two months, you will see my assistance."

"Get your astropaths ready."

He holds out his hand. "And remember, the friendship between Skadi and Partoria will not fade with time, if it weren't for you, there would be no living people in this star sector."

Alan Baier held his palm, and the command gloves worn by the Imperial Guard officer were taken off, leaving only the powerful and scorching temperature.

"For the Emperor, brother," he replied.

"For the Emperor." The Colonel nodded.

At the end of this dark 40th millennium, in the midst of despair and pain, sacrifice and death, friendship and solid alliances continue to appear in the most cruel circumstances, no matter how the Empire and the Ministry of Military Affairs continue to obliterate the possibility of the Imperial Guard uniting, human beings The emotions are still fierce and bright.

The union of the two imperial guard regiments is like a sharp blade piercing through the green-skinned star area, using iron, blood, lead bullets, steel and lasers to change the tragic fate. Human beings are like this, constantly touching the dark universe. Climbing and rolling so far.

As the Bordello's engines blazed again and the pistons turned, the story of the Imperial Guard continued with a new chapter.

The Eternal Void cannot conceal that which is good, that which spans the entire galaxy, but in Skadi, in Gondvar VI, in the subsector of Pangea, the evil that dwells shall also be unveiled...

　This is the end of the best ()

　　
　
(End of this chapter)