Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 148 The Anthem of the Traitor, the Weird Machine Soul Requiem
This world, Pan Lan, has been cut down to the limit by the Mechanicus. The earth, soil, minerals, and everything that can be used has become the taboo of the Mechanicus, providing materials for this huge empire continuously, but such a " Dedication, loyalty" has changed in the world.

In the D area of ​​A2413, the main hive capital of this world, the heretic troops are stationed here like steel nails. The mortals built those defensive projects, the gods blessed automatic guns with barbs, or logging guns, and even repainted past heavy bombs.

Their tops are covered with blessed, evil colored cloth, and from the sky it looks like an ordinary deserted city and wilderness, and the detection of the bird divination instrument cannot penetrate into the cloth of divine grace.

Compared with the chaos when they failed before, they are now not only orderly, but even comparable to those battle groups in the empire that focus on order. Although this statement is a bit profane, but battle groups like the Space Wolves may not be able to compare with this group at this moment. Things that don't respect the Codex Astartes, though they don't either.

But in just one and a half years, how much effort did Vingar spend in creating such a traitor army?He may be very grateful to Alan Baier, but for this group of mortals, his troops would not be so easy to adjust.

How much pain did he suffer because of this?That kind of resentment, he repaid Skadi, and let Skadi's fourth group taste it.

He is not a good person, although he has been regarded as keeping his word, and even tried his best to use people as virtuous, but the personality change brought about by his proximity to the forces of chaos made him sinister and vicious, and this was almost inevitable.

And his mood began to be cloudy, his thoughts were slightly messy, whispers and nightmares flashed back in his ears, when the subspace jump that Alan Bayer had to start was forced to start, they witnessed a lot of crazy things there , the veterans of the Claw of the Stars have more or less such a situation.

"Ha...ah! Medicine, sedative! Give me!" His struggle and contradictions are highlighted at this moment, those twisted things are both his strength and the poison that corrupts him.

The mortal servant handed over the potion, even though he was already "gentle" before, he lost the controller of his superhuman power in those distorted whispers, the red giant's thick arms trembling with the power of the power armor shook the mortal's head Crush it together with the liquid he handed over, and swallow it whole. When his cheeks were covered with blood, Vingar realized what he had done.

He was like a crazy beast, greedy for blood and fresh meat, he retched, but the feeling came and went quickly, as if he was no longer a human being.

"My lord Huron... what am I doing?" He wiped away the broken bones and rotten flesh, watching the mortals fall straight to the ground, making the concrete streets of this world bright red with wetness, and then quickly dimmed due to oxidation.

He didn't want mortals to be afraid of him, so he could only take out his saber, slowly cut the poor guy up, and then put it in a bag and burned it with white phosphorus. He said that his servant made a bottle of expensive wine and was sent to kill him. Go to the front to gather troops.

Vingar couldn't help but smile wryly after finishing those things, his scarlet claw was so sneaky, and this wasn't the first time he handled things like this, his gene-seed began to have problems, his will and expectations Gradually distorted, and if one day he dies, his seeds will inherit this curse...

For mortals, he may not care, but that kind of fear is buried in his heart, Vingar doesn't understand what he has become, probably, he is just a monster.

Dong dong dong, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Vingar could tell that such a heavy person would not be a mortal. "Come in, brother."

The metal door was pushed open, and the heavy storm door was like a toy. The power armor unique to the warp blacksmith and his grilled throat represented the comer.

Valtex said. "Killed again? Have you taken Garen's (pharmacist) medicine?"

Vengar nodded to his brother. "The effect is getting worse..." There were still dry bloodstains on his cheeks, although they couldn't be seen clearly on his dark skin, but it added a little bit of fear to him.

"You need help." Although Valtex was unhappy with many things, the overall situation was still normal. In his eyes, without Vingar's command, this unit was useless.

Vengar shook his head, he said paranoidly. "The only thing that can cure me is death. Only the extinction of all the Skadi people can heal the pain in my heart. Although there will definitely be scars, as long as those mortals are alive, my blood thirst will become more serious and distorted. "

"Attack, if we delay any longer, the city's energy will be completely insufficient. We have completed the casting of the Merovingian machine soul engine. I have to admit that the wisdom of Merovingian has surpassed me in many aspects, and I can even use it. Such a rough environment and materials create a body that coexists with psychic power and technology." The blacksmith of the dimension was not stingy in his praise, but he couldn't tell how much sincerity and how much was for Vingar's trust, probably all of them.

People are so complicated, he looked down on the recruits who joined halfway in front of him, and was also worried about the problems of the legion after he was not there. He not only despised the existence of Merovingian, but also greedy and recognized its soul.

Even the Traitors of Chaos are not black and white, and their twisted minds make them somehow more complex than Imperial forces.

Vengar had to think about this question at the moment, whether they could rely on their fighting brothers to win this world, whether they could win, if Merovingian could exert 10% of his expected ability, they would be able to invade this world The springboard of the star system, the ticket to invade the Gundvar sub-sector.

Now the connection between the Pangea sub-sector and the maelstrom, that is, the road from the limit star field to the solar star field has been completely controlled by the red pirates. As long as the Gundwa sub-sector can be taken as a buffer, the imperial forces in the limit star field will There is no longer the ability to open the road here.

This expedition determines whether the Red Pirates can grasp the fate of the entire Limit Star Field in a short time, and whether they can grasp the tunes played by those absurd Chaos Gods in this dark void.

"Merovingian is not perfect, is it? Its exoskeleton armor cannot be molded due to lack of energy, and its ability to resonate is greatly weakened. Its songs can only spread about 2 kilometers, which is too dangerous."

"Valtax Blacksmith, sometimes waiting is important..."

Vingar commented, but it's hard to say whether he is moved or not. If Merovingian can activate now, the battle situation will definitely be reversed.

The dimensional blacksmith spoke. "Okay, let's act. Only that camp in this city has large-scale energy equipment to maintain the void shield. If we continue to delay, the insufficient energy supply will bring irreversible weakness to Merovingian's clone."

Vingar was touched. "Really? Gods, it seems that we have to dispatch." His tone was a bit lonely, obviously he hoped that this matter could be done steadily, but Meroving's demand for flesh and energy also exceeded his expectations .

But Vengar is not those cowardly officers of the Imperial Guard, he is the Scarlet Angel, he is a demigod, he takes up his own weapon, and besides using that thing to solve the murder scene, he finally has a way to suspend his blood thirst.

Fighting against his own nightmare, fighting against his own destiny, just like what he did, said, and emphasized before, but his free speech made him expelled from the battle group. What will he encounter this time?
Vingar is smart and stupid, he is smart because he is a tactical genius, and stupid because he can't see his own destiny, pick it up or put it down, success or death, failure with victory.

Someone brews good wine, but no one can tell who swallows its sweetness in the end.

Bombs, chainsaws, plasma, blasting bombs, melta, those weapons of war have been picked up, and the weapons that followed those traitors across the entire galaxy have begun to thirst for blood and death.

Merovingian was released in the open space. He stretched out his twisted limbs from the long pillar like a jar. It twisted its mechanical limbs like a flesh pumping station to drive its life. If you want to describe the posture of that thing, probably that is…

"Gods! This is a sub-dragon made of blood and machinery!" The mortals shouted, they never knew that the thing they waited for day and night was so terrible, a machine born entirely for war and killing, and a distorted object made of flesh and blood .

The smell of blood carries the strong smell of corruption and engine oil mixed with promethium. The slender limbs make people doubt whether it can walk under normal gravity, but the powerful spirit can support the huge body forward, fully unfolded The flesh and blood sub-dragon is 7-8 meters long, even taller and bigger than a space warrior.

The place where it crawled before has been pressed against the pothole, and it can also be seen how heavy the weight of the Merovingian mass that can make the concrete look like this is.

When the scorching wind of this world blows over its body, distorted ballads emanate from those dilapidated hollows, like ethereal wailing, but extremely penetrating. Chaos psionic energy and Merovingian's extreme understanding of machine souls Shape it to perfection in this respect, and it is born to be an anti-mechanical demon.

After the traitors heard that voice, they instantly felt the weight of their loyal Power Armor appear. "Brother, my armor has stopped!"

His tone was a little confused. You know, the armor made by Tao Gang can keep moving even if it takes a machine soul erasing bomb. This is his best and most loyal partner in this life, and now it...is out of order?

Chaos flashed through the minds of the demigods, and it was only an instant for mortals, they didn't even notice it, but Meroving made a mocking low voice. "Space Marines, creatures of the Emperor, gods, but maggots."

But after a while, Meroving felt a sharp pain in the core of his heart. The dimensional blacksmith came, holding the long whip that made him feel like a nightmare, and pressed the destructive position.

"Ahh! My lord! Forgive me!"

The dimensional blacksmith replied. "You have despised your master, a little punishment."

"Now, go to battle, my servant."

Merovingian lowered his head, the previous arrogance and backbone seemed to be gone, but the horror it brought made the space warriors have to think, is it right for them to cooperate with such monsters...

The storm is coming, those terrible and twisted things are greedily stretching out their claws to the empire, the desire of the red pirates is getting closer, loyalty, traitor, death, victory, those tragic foundations that are always emphasized and repeated In this pitch-black No.40 will be re-enacted.

The second lieutenant still hasn't grasped the core of his destiny. He is already familiar with the cathars in this camp, but apart from the void shield and hundreds of fairly good current rifles, the ruler sage is at his post. Conscientious.

As for the good relationship, the relationship between the second lieutenant and the ruler sage is actually good, and those machine servants are actually his avatars.

"Sage, what do you think of our situation?" The Second Lieutenant asked the Mechanicus with great interest, of course because he didn't know this group of things that looked like machines but were actually humans.

The sage was lukewarm, and the third arm calmly dismantled the armor left over from the death of the traitor space warrior, and then stitched it to his servitor body, sparks flying, just to provide an extra bit of help during the battle.

No matter what it is trying to survive and survive, war is nothing more than life on the battlefield. The way to survive is to kill the enemy without thinking about other things.

"The probability of survival is 87%. The situation is optimistic. The attack of heresy is not a serious problem. Ohm Messiah blesses you, second lieutenant."

"Yeah, we are blessed, and the days are getting better and better. After I finish this war, I will apply to go to a world to work as a PDF."

"I suddenly feel that I am not suitable for a military career, sage." The second lieutenant had a psychological burden because of his previous failures. Time, although the world does not wait for you.

The ruler sage stopped what he was doing, he was quite optimistic about the young man, especially when he knew that the second lieutenant had saved his apprentice.

"You are very suitable, Second Lieutenant. Responsibility is your most powerful weapon and driving force, like your own source force (source force is the general term for energy of the Mechanicus) to drive you forward."

"And I'm more of a scholar than a soldier. For me, the battlefield is just one of the places I need to set foot to gain power. For you, this is probably all of your short life so far. "

"And you told me that you want to give up your persistence? You already have your own heart, so don't think too much about it."

It's hard to say how such a sage could reach such a high position, but the void is vast and full of wonders.

This strange remark made the second lieutenant slightly happy, but at this moment the promethium lamps in the entire camp suddenly dimmed.

The sage reported. "The internal mechanism is blocked, the probability of survival is adjusted, 76 percent, 65 percent, 43 percent..."

The ethereal song has arrived, the gears of fate are turning, the big clock roars three times, the piston is raised once, the gear is turned twice, and the god of all machines is praised three times...

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