Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 132 Ominous Ark vs Steel Gate
Mechanical parts all over the floor, death and misery were scattered in the empire's equipment. The orcs tied up those gear boys, counted the number of those red robes, and carefully recorded the list of "items".

"Ten catties, ten catties, one hundred catties, ten catties, ten catties..."

"Brother Mao, there are hundreds of them!"

"Extra meal, extra meal at night, Wuhu~"

The rough words of the orcs hit the priests of the Mechanicum or the data craftsmen with saliva. Even if their mechanical faces didn't care about those things, they could still feel the humiliation.

In terms of strength, ordinary ropes can't restrain them. In order to save time, the orcs directly cut off all their mechanical arms with machetes. Now those high-ranking Mechanicus members can only lie on the ground like maggots, with their red robes lying on the ground. Get dusty.

"Alien, Om Messiah, will sanction you!" The emotional bondage equipment became uncertain because of the shame. A data craftsman almost shouted this sentence, but the only thing waiting for him was the big green hand of the special war boy. hand.

"Shut up, cogboy, we have work to do."

Next, the piston heart of Mechanicum felt what a myocardial infarction was. The damned heretic reached out and took a cutter to cut off the iron sheet on their star port.

"Heretic! Alien! You can't, you can't! My Om Messiah! God of all opportunities!"

But this guy's call can't hinder the orc's action. After those buzzing tools and sparks, those fine gold creations made by the Mechanicus were dismantled into a mess of scrap iron, and then the boy They picked it up, hit it with a hammer at random, and reformed it.

"Om Messiah!" cried the Adeptus Mechanicum, who would rather die than see this happen.

The once honored Steel Gate has turned into a paradise for orcs. They are not the Imperial Guard, and they will fill their pockets in addition to the mission. Marcato knows that after this mission, the Steel Gate will no longer exist, and the orcs who get food and scraps will flourish. , maybe he will suffer retribution one day, the backlash of the alien, but now the heresy is more vicious.

War knows no allegiance or heresy, it only shows the smile to the victor, and you can never decide, who dies, who lives, who tells the aftermath, he can only win, he knows it matters, he just needs Clearly, everything is judged by history.

The three planetary engines slowly approached and merged under the transformation of the orcs and the propulsion of the battleship. The tattered scrap iron and the modified shell were spliced ​​into a triangle, forming a terrifying war weapon with a size of a hundred kilometers in the incomparable void. The volcanic cannons were connected in series, and the Mechanician couldn't believe that such a crazy and disgusting creation was gradually completed in front of them.

From doubts at the beginning, resistance to watching heretical technology, the thirst for knowledge forced them to stop praying to the God of All Things and choose to think about why the orcs could do this.

"A miracle, such a thing..." The priest looked in disbelief at the appearance of those pipes being forged with state links that he could not understand, and the orcs' broken methods, but he still did not understand why the orcs wanted to transform their pipes. volcano cannon.

The catastrophe is approaching, heresy looms, the Ark of Omens roars, why are they built here, what are they doing regardless of death, death knows no loyalty or aliens.

The mechanical priest once said that he was so intelligent that no one could touch him, but he didn't understand human nature or green skins, and he had a lot of thoughts. Those aliens broke his thoughts and made him emotionally fluctuate.

The volcanic cannon completely fits in the void, as if standing upright in the universe, stretching the sky and the earth, like a giant in Greek mythology, standing on the spine of the world.

Its body is made of fine gold, its bones are made of pottery steel, its shape is made of refined iron, and its soul is made of energy-gathering crystal. Liberation, now the killer stands in the void.

Looking at the surprised expression of the gear boy with one eye, his interest also came, and his military boots stepped in front of him. "Why do you think you're so smart?"

"If you don't have respect in your heart, you will be doomed forever."

"Why are you surprised, as if you've never seen it before, why are you surprised, as if you can't do it?"

"Study every day, but you can't do anything. You keep fighting, and you are obsessed with scriptures, but your achievements are less than one ten thousandth of our orcs."

The priest objected. "Corruption and depravity, I'm used to it. The worst thing is to tarnish the scriptures. The void is getting out of control, and the machine soul is chaotic. This is why I study."

"I swing the hammer and the sparks fly, I perfect the circuit and the furnace goes on."

"The big bell chimes 12 times, and your heresy will disappear!"

One Eye laughed. "Look at the present, it is not you who saved the empire, but our blasphemy machine, your scriptures and books are useless, where is your god of all machines?"

The priest's voice was full of fluctuations. "I won't listen to your heretical remarks, I won't understand your heretical transformation, we won't listen to you!"

"The big bell keeps ringing, 12 times, I must be very smart... very smart...!"

One-eyed licked his lips, Xiami is really fun, his big green face is full of smiles, his thoughts can easily change a person, he is smart, scary, deadly, sometimes people even forget that he is the enemy of the empire, but inheriting that name, he has Fate, and Alan Bair had a fateful fight.

cried the boy. "It's ready, sir, and it can be launched anytime, anywhere."

"Good job, sergeant, I will remember that you all gave. Now show me your green palms. Anyone with calluses can get a catty of canned food after the matter is over."

The boys raised their fingers high. Those aliens have worked hard for the empire. It’s ridiculous, but the Mechanicus is lying on the ground. Who will save mankind now?Who can tell the difference, what's the next step?
Marcato holds the power in his hands, he is in a dilemma, whether to sacrifice or win, whether to fail or succeed, whether to be infamous through the ages or to be understood by others, now he has to carry all of them as a commander, the communicator in his hand is the decider, he has become a giant, standing tall In the void, hinder heresy.

He can no longer resist, he cannot fear, he is waiting, he is waiting, he needs someone to lay the foundation for the war, but he believes that someone will guide the way for the heroic spirit of the empire, one day, one day, there will be his place under the golden throne .

He will spare no effort to continue this ancient empire for a long time. If they can lay a solid foundation in the Second World War, they will shock the world, one day, one day.

In the void, in the silence, in the darkness, on the battleship, at the command point, the captain closed his eyes, and he sang what he heard from a staff officer.

"Maybe I won't see glory in my lifetime, but I gladly join the battle. When future generations tell our stories, tonight will be eulogized from generation to generation."

"I have seen miracles big and small. If the wild cat can succeed, then so can I. To the Emperor, I flow through the land like water, and pass on my honor and life to you."

"Because the loyal will follow, and we will follow, and never stop."

The voice is not loud, echoing in the dark ship, if they don't come back, if they don't succeed, sacrifice or honor will be turned into mist, he hopes, he does this, he fights bloody for the empire, he will put his own The honor goes on.

All hope was in the augury, in the Bordeaux, that loyal machine-spirit, his partner.

Every minute and every second, life is lost, and they don't regret it. If they are dragged into hell by the gravity of the heresy's ark, they only hope that their information can return to their comrades before they die.

Everyone is engrossed, unable to see their expressions clearly in the darkness, whether it is fear or anticipation, or praying to the emperor, but they are absolutely silent, not infecting others with their emotions, just enjoying the madness, danger, and Opportunity, they absolutely want to seize that opportunity.

Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi!

Moved, dark green. "Record the coordinates quickly! Correspondent!"

The captain shouted almost instantly. "125832, 234619...88, Emperor!"

"We made it!"

"Start the engines and let's go home!"

"No! Captain, we are too close, the gravity of the Heretic Ark is pulling us, and it takes us 5 minutes to start the engine! We are already close to the atmosphere, and their defensive guns will detect us."

"We're done!"

The engine roared, the pistons trembled, and Bordeaux tried his best to keep his partner alive and the Imperial Navy unscathed. All the mortals in the world should not be buried!
The captain stood up. "Start the engine at full speed, turn on the load, let all the pistons roar, the gravity of the heretic ark is lower than that of the normal world, we still have a chance, if the emperor really bless us, if she (Boldro) really wants to help us. "

"Sailors, hoist your sails and get ready, go home, we will go home, the stormy void and heresy won't kill us!"

The hull of the Boldero turned red in the atmosphere, and it was only tens of kilometers away from the ground. You must know that this is a big guy with a full 3 kilometers!

Almost attached to the Ark of Heretics, the dark and lightless world sleeps peacefully. Those lonely ghosts and the illusion caused by the subspace are biting the outside of the ship, trying to skin the loyalists inside. The shield made waves.

Narrow escape?There was almost no life, the captain concentrated his attention on managing any place on the battleship, not a single bit of energy was wasted, all of it was poured into the engine, and it was required to resume activities at the fastest speed and in the fastest time.

But they are still being pulled by the atmosphere and gravity to charge towards the huge Heretic Ark, powerless.

Following the light generated by the high temperature, the captain saw this cruel and beautiful world again before he died. In the dark clouds in the ship window, ghosts and ghosts shuttled through it, but the captain saw the golden throne, among which countless famous people In it the heroes of the Empire awaited him, and he laughed.

But a silver-haired woman flashed in his mind, she called the captain, she said the expedition, and unrealistic words, posted on the bridge, calling other warships of the empire with sisters, the captain suddenly opened his eyes, because Bo Delo is young too, she can't die...

When he listened to the roar of the ship, Poldero also woke up, the engine of the battleship was no problem, the powerful imperial creation could escape the atmosphere, they were saved!
"Pull up!"

However, he found that the crew members had passed out due to G-force overload, lying on the ground, it would be better to say that he was the only one who was still awake. He walked out of the command point and threw himself on the rudder at the fastest speed, with all his strength and his old body Pull up.

"Ahhh! Empire! Emperor!"

A miracle happened, under the G-force where no one can be awake, under that kind of pressure, the old captain used his intelligence will to pull the Bordeaux out of death, was it the help of the machine soul, or...

The battleship went up crazily in the atmosphere, completing an almost impossible maneuver, and such a huge thing used its own energy to leave the gravitational force in the atmosphere, what is it...

And the heretic troops stationed there that day also vaguely saw the battleship being supported by a faint silver light, and only then did that crazy movement...

Poldero returned to her ocean, in the void, the captain's nasal cavity and eyes were full of blood at the moment, the congestion made his head dizzy, and the communicator kept shouting.

"Captain, captain, this is Marcato, what's going on with you?"

Marcato's tone was urgent. If something happened to Pouldero, he would not be able to tell Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair where his comrades had gone!

He is also ashamed of the heroes of the empire!

But the communicator answered. "I'm fine, I'm out of the range of the Ark of Heresy, the Emperor bless, it's a miracle."

Marcato paused, then he answered. "Get ready, watch our victory, the heresy stops here, nothing changes."

He looked at the ark in the distance, unscrupulously radiating his own energy and terrible corruption, and his inner anger, sacrifice, victory, and honor were all aroused.

"125832, 234619, 88, shoot! Alien!"

One-eyed answered now. "Why, Imperial Guard, I have everything, you have to give me more, understand?"

At this moment, Marcato's heart is half cold. He knows that aliens are not trustworthy, so he actually increases the size of the empire at this moment?Are they not satisfied with the asteroids built by the three foundry worlds?

"You bloody heretic! Alien! You bastard green skin, you should die, aren't you afraid of the lieutenant colonel?"

One Eye laughed out loud after hearing Marcato's cursing. "How is it possible, he is far away from me, how could he threaten me?"

He is now completely out of the control of the Imperial Guard, and he doesn't believe that those staff officers and engineers can change anything. He is the boss of countless boys, how could he be enslaved by humans...

One-eyed suddenly felt a chill behind his back. "Shoot, Alien." The voice was rough, the bronze-colored arm was thicker than the head, and a shotgun bomb was pressed against the one-eyed head, and he looked back in disbelief. That was, Catachan?
At this moment, all his personal guards were taken down. The Catachans took off their staff uniforms and wiped off the white powder on their bodies. The green skins are so blind to humans, they are not good at recognizing humans, and Alan Bayer also said, He hoped that the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment, especially Catachan, would protect him, but they would choose the Stormtroopers because they had more important tasks.

How could a normal staff group manage the orcs? Orcs are one foot taller, and humans are one foot taller!

One-eyed swallowed. "Yes, boss."

He pressed the button and adjusted the position. He didn't plan not to destroy the ark at the beginning, but just wanted to increase the size, but all his calculations failed. The boss of Alan Baier is more terrifying than he imagined...

At this moment, the sharp volcanic cannon shrinks like a sea needle, as if it is about to break through the sky... bursting energy towards the core of Ominous Ark!

　Are you an orc again? (Katachan rolls up his sleeves)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)