Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 149 Resisting the power of a demigod with a mortal body

This star system cannot sustain a war that is large enough to affect the entire star field, and the lack of supplies spreads like a virus. Whether it is a loyalist or a traitor, in today's subspace storm, they are all trapped beasts that need to survive. Must fight each other.

Under the light of the void shield, mortals are ready to go, those traitors are approaching, the radio is making noise, people must distinguish the voices of their teammates, the command of the commander, in the long and distorted end of the No.40 millennium, there are pits and holes On the surface of Pan Lan, there is no difference between traitor or loyalty, only life and death.

"Load the ammunition! Plasma group equipment! The servants have begun to be paralyzed on a large scale for some reason, and the servo skulls are not necessarily good! The armored troops are preparing to bombard, we have to delay!"

"In any case, for the empire, for us, for humanity, we need to win this battle, Skadi people, never fear heresy!"

Live or die, they don't have much choice, aiming at the enemy, hypothetical weapons, bolters and autoguns, plasma or heat rays, those emperor's wrath is ready to be released, and the space marines also know how to use it far beyond mortals. Looking at those imperial guards from a distance.

They were not afraid of the firepower of the Imperial Guard at such a distance, and the reason why they didn't avoid it at all was because of their trust in Merovingian's electronic dragon.

The second lieutenant was listening to the report from the radio, the buzzing noise was disturbing, the good news seemed to be disturbed by some strange things, the second lieutenant kept asking. "Bombard that? What happened to the basilisk column?"

The radio came in and out. "Machine soul...no...yue...shooting...lost..."

"Zizi...Zizi." The voice turned into a complete noise, a bad premonition grew in his heart, and he couldn't help but think that if the emperor really bless them, then please tell him what the heretics have done ?
But to protect the armored regiments of the empire and...the 113th Phraxia regiment, he needs to fulfill his responsibilities as a man, and his cowardice becomes worthless, a man only walks up when he is in trouble, no matter what, he is protected Those days are over.

This time he didn't have a shield at all, whether it was his mecha, his companions, or his lieutenant colonel.

"Can I do it?" The second lieutenant murmured to himself, he looked at the bloody things in the distance, the traitors of chaos wanted the Imperial Guard to die, and wanted the world to be burned by war , but will the fire they carry burn their souls?

He bowed his head and said to the communicator. "Reconnaissance team, you can shoot, the code name of this war is Prometheus!"

In the wasteland and ruins, mortal elites armed with rail rifles are ready to go, and what Skadi brought from the Tau is actually far more than the armor. Such useful and powerful things are also one of their goals. It's just that the relevant ammunition has no production capacity, and the only regiment of Skadi is not dependent on its use.

The soldiers were wearing sand suits, and stuffed them with giant magazines the size of a palm. This terrifying weapon was one of the few terrifying things that could kill a space warrior with one blow, and it also required an extremely large amount of energy to kill.

The gun took aim, and the sand rolled over the dry crystals, blurring his monitor, but he held his breath.

But when the magnification equipment of the electronic structure began to appear blurred, snipers had to use mechanical sights to assist, the distance was almost the limit of human sight range, Prometheus is now holding the fire, and he wants to bring the flames to the human race. Before the punishment, the torch in the hands of the foolish future was knocked out, extinguishing the flames of rebellious demigods.

Humanity can no longer afford a spark at this moment, whether it is good, bad, to change the corrupt status quo of this empire, or to set everything on fire, it is almost the same for this dark No.40 millennium end.

And as the vulture punishing Prometheus at this moment, he just needs to extinguish those things.

On behalf of the empire (the gods), he shot (takes away its heart) the changer (the traitor who broke the peace). The body's hidden carapace that hides the sound of breathing and heartbeat is wet with metabolites.

And at this moment, his sacrifice will bring victory and peace. Without sacrifice, the empire would not be able to survive to this day.

His cloudy and sharp pupils didn't squirm much when he was in a natural environment, but at this moment, he caught the target and stared at that person with all his attention.

Bright red armor, dark skin, and a tall body that surpassed his brothers by a head. When he put on the helmet representing the command position, and stepped forward to investigate this pitiful battle situation, Prometheus' body also before the vultures.

Vengar, the heart of the traitor, he pumps like blood with a consciousness called dignity and bond to command the traitors like a giant's body, as long as this scarlet angel leaves the mortal world, his terrible legions will not attack themselves scattered.

Shooting, shooting, his heart began to agitate, those turbid things echoed in his mind, but he remained calm, the person in front of him was the enemy of the Skadi people, the person in front of him was the enemy of the empire, but he You must wait like a stone, waiting for an absolute hit.

Destiny turns slowly, those who are good, bad, right, wrong, loyal or distorted are all where the strong energy hits after the trigger is pulled.

The Sword of Damocles hangs high above Vengar's head at this moment, the intense railgun shooting and its terrifying power beyond the speed of sound are repeatedly accelerating in countless rings. If you want to describe it, it is probably the power of Thunder Millions of times stronger gathered on the "Orion Arrow" built by aliens and used by the empire to shoot and kill aliens.

Death, the word flashed through Vingar's mind, he would die, almost the moment the rail rifle fired, the thought came to his mind, the fear and what he saw with that superhuman vision made him regret his genetic modification even more .

The lightning-like light cannot be noticed or observed by ordinary people, and only the space warriors look at their commanders in an instant. It turned into surprise, fear, and then, expectation.

Looking forward to the days when their masters, brothers, and commanders die, they can regain their instincts, enjoy those bad things, and get what they want.

Ironically, for Vengar, the death-killing blade is the salvation of the brothers he recognizes, and for the chaos traitors, the great loss is the beginning of the life they are looking forward to.

Greed, distortion, those supermen can do it, but those emotions make the supermen who can hinder this shooting unmoved, dare not move, don't want to move.

Feelings of disappointment flashed through Vingar's mind. At this moment, he couldn't help but think that maybe only those mortals would feel sorry for his "benevolent" leader, and this was all his pretense. He really had nothing. , although in a high position...

Death is not bad either, the gods summoned him to go, the words of Destruction Power and the Supreme Heaven must naturally be listened to, his soul has been pre-booked, although he came a little earlier, and his great achievements are not complete, but he is satisfied .

Vingar really let go, but revenge is the only way he is still angry and still wants to persist, but his fingers and arms that can crush rocks at ordinary times can't hold anything at this moment, there is nothing, the world is empty.

It’s just that his death was so ridiculous, he was killed by mortal sniper, the bird divination instrument and his senses had blinded him, telling him that there was no danger here, Tao Gang gave him confidence and made him dare to move forward, now his arrogance The price should be paid, and the mortal taught him a good lesson again...

He closed his eyes, when a person can give up everything at his highest peak, his willpower can be seen, those obsessed things are just passing clouds.

However, his actions moved a person who would never save him. The powerful spiritual energy wrapped his body, the power of Merovingian, and the only person who could control it was the Dimensional Blacksmith, and only the most wanted and most able to capture him the existence of the army.

The arrows of the rail rifle shot fiercely, powerful, falling above the psionic power, even the psionic power learned by the million-year-old AI in the subspace could not hinder it, but it could keep Vingar alive.

boom!
Superman flew out, and those brothers approached pretendingly, shouting. "Commander!" But seeing Vingar clutching his chest, didn't that horrible thing kill him?

At this moment, a group of supermen looked at Vingar indifferently and fearfully. They were not sure if they would do it now, if they would do it now!Could it be... free and fun again?

And then they saw the power whip, which was the favorite weapon of a certain blacksmith, they knelt on one knee, as true veterans, Huron's confidant, Valtex's authority completely overwhelmed Vingar at this moment.

Vingar leaned against the ruins weakly, mutilated, blood in his chest kept flowing, his superman-like modified organs were smashed to pieces, and the stones and reinforced concrete on the ruins were also smashed by his body. Now he is completely unable to To resist, he was doomed, to die.

"Take it, if you can make us victorious, take it all from me, blacksmith, I know you want it."

Dimensional blacksmith, Wartek put away his weapon, he used that thing just to order his servant, he stretched out his hand, and injected the tonic prepared by the pharmacist into his heart through the injection port of the power armor, those that overloaded his flesh and blood to repair The tingling crept back into Vengar's body.

"Why?" The red angel was extremely puzzled, but Wartek just said. "I'm for the Red Pirates, you are of great value, that's all."

"Worth? Did you save my life because of this?" Vingar's tone became indifferent, and resentment grew in his heart, because his brother was indifferent to him. Although Valtax saved him, he still A gap is created.

His bright red armor has become cracked at this moment, and a pitch-black carapace is exposed on his chest. Even those things have been cracked, and the muscles like Greek statues are slowly being healed by the potion, but his eyes are very cold.

He stood up from his crumbling body, raised his gun, revenge, and complained. The heavy rail rifle kept the vultures from leaving. The sign of danger, and then the explosive bomb pierced the air like a sharp knife, and the wound was also on the chest, just like Vengar's pain.

The second lieutenant waited for good news in the castle, but only got one sentence. "The vulture died."

The second lieutenant looked at this huge and boundless open space, looked at those traitors who were ready to move, and couldn't help but be touched by his feelings for his comrades in arms. He looked at this cruel universe and took a deep breath.

He changed to the All-Army Channel. "To all the members of Skadi's only regiment, and the brothers of Gray Ngal No.12 regiment, I shouldn't waste time during the war, but I have to say that just now, our plan to snipe the enemy commander went bankrupt , and then we will encounter a frenzied counterattack from the heretics, although those bloody things do not know how to control our war engine, but the light of the emperor surrounds us."

"And I am the only second lieutenant in Skadi. You may know me or you may not have seen me, but I also live in the camp, eating unpalatable food, and singing the glory of the emperor. I used to have nothing. I can still vividly remember the hell-like days.”

"But the Emperor has chosen me, and now we are different because of that, going to war, armed with rifles, even as death and misery surround us."

"Heretical sorcery and their stupid weapons are doing pointless interference, and we don't have supplies, we all know that, but fight on even with bayonets."

"We don't fight by slogans, we don't fight by faith, we don't rely on anything, we just want to survive, we just want to make the traitors who tore apart the empire pay the price, we just want to get back what belongs to humanity, In this dark... void universe, the light of the Empire is immortal, and although it is not warm, it is better than darkness."

"All my comrades-in-arms, in the name of the interim commander, I order that we must protect the safety of this world, or we all die, and those heretics have only this choice, either die, or they lose!"

The soldiers raised their weapons, and the group of heretics moved forward slowly. Without the protection of the void shield, they could only rely on their bodies to resist the bombs. Without the bombing of the petrified lizards, they only had individual weapons to attack the supermen whose equipment surpassed their countless.

And when those traitors were slowly pressing in, the second lieutenant took a breath, because the radio became more and more unstable because of the approach of Meroving. The guard had the last word.

he yelled with all his might. "For the Emperor! Brothers!"

　I said I wanted to write [-], but I didn’t write it out. Now the code words are getting slower and slower. I don’t know why my joints and wrists are aching.

　　This is the so-called occupational disease, right?
　　It may also be that I rushed too much ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)