Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 128 Before the Gate of Steel, the Red Legion Arrives

Steel Gate, three hell weapons made of fine gold and pottery steel, surrounded by flames and destruction, as one of the core creations of the Mechanicus, such an imperial defense force is mysterious and slightly deified, but in the end, everything like this All turned into the "arrogance" content of Mechanicism.

Lieutenant General Marcato has been wandering in the void for a long time, the soldiers on the ship are tired, and the transport ship has no foothold. The Mechanicus refuses their login requests again and again, and insults him in front of his flagship, the Colony.

Compared with no supplies, the imperial guard's request to be denied entry to the port is more stinging. They are here to protect the world!
Lieutenant General Marcato smashed his hand on the wooden table in front of him. In such a place, wooden furniture is not cheap, not to mention that it is a handmade luxury, but Lieutenant General Marcato smashed his arm on it. There was a small crack, and it could be seen how angry he was.

His adjutant answered calmly. "God Emperor, General, calm down. Those Mechanicists are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military Affairs. In addition, during this period of time, our Star Militia Army has been invaded, harassed, weak and wounded. If it wasn't for Karoo City Backing up, we have already existed in name only, so they are naturally arrogant under such circumstances..."

General Marcato fell silent. He could not deny that they lacked manpower, supplies, and even their equipment in the storm of the warp. Their equipment was not as good as the PDF of individual worlds in this sector.

The triangular curtain of the Mechanicus is also a huge structure enough to destroy dozens of battleships. Today's Star Army really doesn't have the strength to be too tough in front of them.

The so-called cooperation and respect are all based on power. Although the Astral Army is indeed an important force in this star system, the Mechanicus, which has been entrenched here for hundreds of years, is the boss. Soldiers were cranky about not being able to dock, and the transport plane driver complained again and again that there was never a place for the ship to dock.

General Marcato couldn't help sighing. "Those mechanical creations actually turned the Imperial Guard away, unless they turn on the communicator now, apologize to us, and take the initiative to undertake the supply and mechanical maintenance after landing, otherwise I will let them return today's experience one day! "

But even if the mouth is vicious, but unlike the Star Guards running around, the Mechanicus is much passive, unless valuable knowledge suddenly appears in front of them.

The adjutant answered at this moment. "There is an external communication, the cathars, can you get through?"

Marcato was in a bad mood, and he didn't bother to give those oil guys a good look. "Shut them up."

The adjutant emphasized at the moment. "It's an apology."

Marcato raised his head in bewilderment. "They still know these two words? What's going on, you bombed them with a whirlwind torpedo?"

The adjutant shook his head. "Let him explain."

The communicator was turned on and connected to the empire's playback equipment. In the command room full of messy wires, humming mechanical sounds and the atmosphere of pipeline energy flow permeated.

A light green picture slowly appeared, and a 3D projection in mid-air showed the appearance of a highly modified Mechanicus data craftsman wearing a robe and holding kraft paper in his third hand.

"Saint Zaom Messiah, my lord, your application for port entry has been approved."

"God Emperor, who told you to change your mind, my respected Mechanic Sage?" Marcato was in a better mood, and he was still interested in complaining.

The data craftsman didn't answer too much in his arrogance, but continued mechanically. "We will be responsible for the maintenance and docking of the Imperial Guard. The next heretic invasion requires us to work together."

It's hard to imagine that such words came from the mouth of the Mechanician. Before the oil in their bodies drained, Marcato still felt that their humanity was only about the size of a little finger.

"Praise the Emperor, when the Pangea sub-galaxy encountered such a catastrophe, the Imperial Guard and the Skitarii could unite as one. It really couldn't be better, but I dare to ask, what are you coveting?"

Markato won't give them too much face. This is the previous revenge, and the data craftsman only replied after a moment of silence. "The lieutenant colonel gave us a lot, and we returned gifts normally."

Marcato nodded. He probably guessed that he was the only one who could make the Mechanic Teacher subdue him. It was also because of this that he appointed Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer to take up the position, and even replaced him. Infantry structures and armored regiments throughout the Imperial Guard.

"I hope he doesn't pay much..." The lieutenant general shut off the communication, thinking silently, he was thinking about how to compensate the loyal Skadi's only regiment, but compared to this, he is now more urgent to let soldiers stationed in Steel Gate .

The warships of the empire slowly moved towards the creations that the Mechanicus is proud of. Those bloody and terrifying macro cannons and light spears stared at them, like a terrible nightmare surrounding the void, and the defenses made of fine gold and ceramic steel wrapped those natural creations. Make them war machines.

Lieutenant-General Marcato was both relieved that they had so much fire support and fearful of the power and power of the Mechanicum, though they were certainly loyal.

The gods ignore everything in the dark void, maybe one day the Church of Mechanics will betray, maybe it is the Star Militia Army, maybe it is the remaining Astartes, no one can say clearly, but everyone vaguely feels that if the Empire comes back Such a cruel event will inevitably fall apart, until the next time when human civilization cruises the stars again, probably the emperor will not be able to say.

The empire is not of one mind either. If the original body returns, then things may be better. At least those Mechanics will not keep the loyalists out, and they have to give benefits to come in.

The corruption of the empire has penetrated into the bone marrow, buried in the skin, and it is dying. Such a run on the Astartes is more unbearable and crazier, and the arrogance of the Astartes makes things even more intensified. The irony is that the Chaos Gods cannot be filthy The mind of a superhuman demigod, but the high lords can accomplish what the high heavens can't achieve.

Contradictions, suspicions, and fears in the hearts of the people are the root of the increase in the power of chaos. When Vengar, the former Scarlet Angel, demigod, Astartes warrior, traitor, and former Star Claw, is now the commander of the Red Pirate, he Standing on his own flagship of chaos, he touched his limit in just two years.

He realized that many of his achievements have stagnated after the failure of mortals in this galaxy that year has become a scar on his honor, but he has to admit that Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair taught him a lesson , How to love soldiers like sons is something he lacked before.

The bright red wine glass came with his supplies. He changed servants, but he was still the iron guard. Obviously he had a soft spot for those noble soldiers. He held the supplies in his dark hands and drank the wine. "How long until we arrive?"

The mortal servant replied. "20 hours."

Vengar waited for a long time. After that escape, the chaotic warp space hurricane swept them into a void of nothingness, but what awaited them was not despair, but a huge force that could rule the entire maelstrom and counterattack the empire .

He soon realized the beauty of this matter, and the Black Heart King also had a real deputy. Under the command of the legion under the joint command of Vengar and Huron, the Red Pirates were devastated on the territory of the empire.

"Full speed ahead, but watch out for engine overheating, report to the runesmith to warm that thing up."

The mortal servant asked uncertainly. "My lord, the military strength here should not be strong. According to our star map records, there is only one forge world in this star system that is barely defensive."

"It takes too much energy to drive that thing, and our attack pace will be slowed down because of this."

How dare a mortal servant propose?This is something that rarely happens among the Chaos Space Warriors. Maybe the old brothers in the Eye of Terror slapped the mortal in front of them to death when they encountered this incident, but Vingar said.

"You were transferred from the imperial guards from the three hundred worlds that were subsequently conquered, so I don't know. The guardian force of this galaxy is not simple. Listen to me, otherwise things will become uncertain."

"We need to make a quick decision and end the matter very quickly." Vengar's eyes flashed a trace of resentment, which was his greatest shame in this century. And can not sleep.

The blood debt is paid with blood, the resentment of the three hundred combat brothers sleeping on the dark green gemstone haunts his body like a nightmare, the betrayal of the most trusted mortal makes him dare not use others again, if he does not step over that demon, The world will not give him success.

Dozens of warships slowly entered and approached. Under the pull of the sub-light speed engine, those behemoths covered the star field of the empire, light spears and cannons, torpedoes and assault ships, hundreds of combat brothers brought a large number of former imperial guards, Traitors are bringing blood and carnage to this sector.

And among the huge group of battleships, a dark shadow looms in the void, like a whale swimming in the void, but those battleships are just small fish.

They approached smelling the smell of blood. Those wounds were the contradictions between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus. Although they gradually healed because of Alan Bayer, the gap would not disappear in a short while. A lot of promethium in the list was stuffed into the creature column, and a lot of words with Om Messiah were mixed into the prayers of the emperor who dispatched soldiers, and his anger gradually increased.

"Adjutant, I left my wife and children to protect this galaxy for about 2 years, but is this how the Mechanicus here treats me?"

The adjutant was silent. This is a complete cultural difference issue. Anyway, for the Mechanician, the above things may be an excellent supplement.

Those large containers were transported in one after another, and the priests carefully wiped and prayed, and it was true that the war engines that came to help the Imperial Guard, but people's conflicts often did not happen because of good intentions.

If people could understand each other without hindrance, the world wouldn't be so bad, the adjutant quickly offered his opinion. "We can give the fuel here to other worlds in exchange for food supplies."

The lieutenant general shook his head. "We are soldiers, not businessmen. Even if we are hungry, we can't have a warship or a soldier leave the war zone, let alone we are the main force."

Marcato's will is indeed good, but such an idea can't solve the practical difficulties, and the Mechanicus also uses this problem. The degree of mechanical transformation of their skitaris is at least [-]%, and the people stationed here are also elites. Human food is almost nonexistent.

Although the supply ship keeps them from food shortages, the ration supplies during the battle are definitely not enough. The naval soldiers have no morale when they fight with starch lumps.

It is precisely because General Marcato knows what war is like that he is so angry with the Mechanic Church's behavior, even though he, as a high-ranking empire, knows what the Mechanic Church is like.

But now that they have a foothold, they should thank the Emperor. His anger was barely suppressed, but if the war fell into a long-term tug-of-war, the supply of the Imperial Guard would be broken, which would inevitably lead to failure, and their military strength could not tolerate anything that went wrong.

But this pitch-black void didn't give Marcato much time to think. Just one day after he settled in, the augury instrument detected the enemy's invasion.

The flashing lights in the command room indicated that the destroyer had detected the enemy's position, and Marcato switched on the communicator. "report."

Answer directly. "3 There is...then what?! God Emperor! The world of demons, the world of demons!"

There was a sizzle electromagnetic sound from the communicator, and Marcato looked extremely ugly. "Ruling Skitarii, prepare to fight. According to the coordinates and location given by the signal, the enemy will enter the range in about an hour."

The hustle and bustle of war once again filled the entire void, and the once peaceful place became restless. The battleship that had just landed and rested set sail again after the priest blessed it, and the imperial navy, enjoying a trace of natural gravity, put on its military cap.

The number of enemies approaching was not too many, and the auspicious bird shone brightly, clearly marking all the enemies of the empire.

"10 destroyers, 16 cruisers, 4 battleships...one flagship..." Marcato took a deep breath, he watched the enemy's deployment, and the empire's warships were slowly moving forward, and when the war engines reached the void of battle Before, the suffocation and depression were enough to make the recruits collapse.

But today's Imperial Navy is used to it. The firepower of the Iron Gate is guarding this place, and the warships of the orcs are also ready to go. Although the military strength is not an advantage, they will definitely not lose easily.

"Five kilometers...three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer, volcano cannon fire!"

The curtain of war, the gate of steel, the huge creations guarding the world of the empire spray violent heat rays, and the huge energy is like a knife to cut things that are far beyond the range of vision, sizzling, penetrating the void shield, and cutting the structure of the ship , In just three shots, three asteroid-level fortresses destroyed an enemy cruiser, and the huge energy consumption of such an attack also caused the volcano cannon to fall into a long recovery. Unless the God of Myriad Opportunities complained, it would be difficult to fire in a short time.

After the Heretic battleship turned into fireworks and exploded in the void, General Marcato shouted to all the soldiers of the Empire through the communicator. "The battle begins!"

(End of this chapter)