Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 152 Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God, Extremely Ridiculous
The dark green parachute landed on the Mechanician Fortress, and those loyal soldiers saluted the officer who landed, but he had black pupils, hair, messy military uniform, and a big green helmet. It was hard to imagine that such a man commanding a battle group Commander, but his arrival revived the morale of this desperate place.

A Khorne believer is not a fool, on the contrary, being able to maintain devotion to his god for a long time, what this sergeant has experienced may far exceed the imagination of mortals, he said sharply.

"You are... I see. It seems that things have become interesting. The matter of interrupting my duel can be put aside, but I ask for a replacement, blood sacrifice to the blood god, and use my best heart." He let go of the second lieutenant, he is not Let this young man not die, but he found a better prey.

Skadi's soldiers are falling one after another at this moment. Although the veterans did not jump parachute, the war they have experienced is more than the countless stimuli of such behavior. For them, this matter will not pass through the forest or the enemy's lair Harder.

After those elites filled the castle, they quickly joined the battle against the space warriors, slowing down the approaching enemies in an instant, and this change also made Vengar urgent.

"Horn, don't care about your bloody battles! Hurry up and clean up the upper floors of the castle!" Vingar's order echoed in the sergeant's helmet. He was a little dissatisfied, but as a space warrior, obedience is one of his fundamentals.

"I've changed my mind, mortals, brothers, do it!" His tone was dissatisfied. Although it was not strong, Alan Bayer could hear it and guess it.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god? It's so ridiculous that your honor is dismissed by such a few words? You don't even dare to challenge mortals?"

Alan Baier rubbed his chin. To be honest, he couldn't hear the conversations of the heretics, but he could guess them, and then he found their contradictions. One sentence was like a sharp knife piercing into the hearts of Vingar and the non-commissioned officer. The unresolved contradiction expanded again.

Sometimes, Alan Bayer's understanding of the enemy's humanity is more terrifying than his combat effectiveness. Knowing himself and the enemy, and winning every battle is the basis for him to survive in this cruel world. He can understand aliens, heresies, and even better than the Inquisition .

The non-commissioned officer could feel that when these words were uttered from the mouth of a mortal, his head was already blue veins. Anger and the desire for a duel replaced those things, such as loyalty to the current legion, or for someone he didn't see. customary commander's loyalty.

The traitors were like this, no one believed it, even Huron, the people he valued were his old minions, so why not let those old minions be bound by his love?
When his love for his former brothers was noticed by the traitors and pirates who joined later, jealousy and fear would also arise spontaneously, and Huron thus stabilized his relationship with his brothers. It has to be said that in terms of human nature, Huron is also absolutely terrifying.

But such wisdom was so dear to the young Vengar, and now he was only responsible for his own youth, he yelled, of course.

"Don't listen to that mortal!"

But he found that there was no reply from the other side, only the Chaos Warrior stared at Alan Baier's movements and the feeling of being ready to move.

Take the bait, the rabbit ears of the Khorne family are easy to play, the thought flashed through Alan Baier's head, and then he continued. "It's ridiculous, blood sacrifice to the blood god."

"It's just a reckless man commanded by young people. He can't do anything except bully mortals."

"You're pissing me off, mortal, it's useless." The sergeant replied, unlike those lunatics known to the world, Khorne believers are extremely calm. Rather, soldiers are not reckless. In crazy close combat, gambling How can the victors who are fighting for their lives be a group of lunatics?

Alan Baier nodded. "But honor or surrender, you know very well, you like that thing, anger is real, and wanting to duel with me is real, your blood is boiling like boiling liquid."

He reached out, turned off his communicator, and replied as Vengar's yelling ended abruptly. "You are really scary, mortal, who made you understand so much? Your emperor?"

"I can't bother him, old man." Alan Bayer took off his gloves and threw them on the face of the Chaos Warrior Sergeant. He wiped the thing off, and the griller let out a chuckle. "If we meet in the Empire, maybe we'll be friends."

Alan Baier shook his head. "No, there are no ifs in this world, and I will not be friends with the World Eaters."

The sergeant raised his hand. "I can tell you that I roamed the dark stars for fifty years long before the Supreme Emperor took me into his service."

"All kinds of monsters that humans can't imagine are all over countless broken worlds. They are so dirty and filthy that just looking at them is enough to make people's heart stop. No mortal will can resist the strange and various evils of aliens."

"Then, if we are to survive in a galaxy of such horrors, is it any wonder that the Wise One needs an evil of man's own?"

"My blood and violence are all deliberately shaped by him, and I inherited it from my original body, but you keep saying that you are loyal, but you express disgust for my character?"

The sergeant's words are sharp and his thoughts are clear. He has seen thousands of monsters in this dark universe, and he has also tasted the craziest taste. He doesn't think that a mortal with a short life can refute this. Although he loves force, he still proudly chooses complete victory.

Alan Baier just refuted him, just refuted him lightly. "If you think that violence is the way to overcome this dark universe, then why is your power enjoyed by your god? He is also the embodiment of this dark universe. Since he has betrayed him, he has turned into countless distortions of this dark galaxy. And part of the grotesque, don't judge yourself by the words of an Imperial loyalist, Mister Monster."

"The Emperor did not shape your Primarch for violence. He was originally an excellent commander, but the loss caused by accident caused the Butcher's Nail to be embedded in his head, and this accident caused the wrath of the World Eaters. I say, the Emperor never intended violence and evil to fill the universe in the first place."

"He is farther away than any life you know, he is older than anything you have seen, and you are just a so-called "prophet" sitting in a well and watching the sky."

"You are like your demon primarch, self-depraved, stupid, seemingly wise, but you are just a puppet, played by Vengar, played by the gods."

The sergeant fell silent, his proud body and raised arms lowered slightly, and he realized that his perfect victory was broken at this moment, like glass, and could never be repaired.

This is not something recognized by others, nor is it the goal given to him by the gods, but the idea of ​​not wanting to lose as a warrior echoed in his mind, but at this moment his feeling turned into anger.

"How dare you say it! Mortal!" His voice was amplified by the grille, like the roar of hell, just being around him was enough to rupture the eardrums and damage the central nervous system.

Alan Bayer raised his weapon and hit his armor without hesitation, destroying the grille. The intense heat rays made the Chaos Warrior feel as if his mouth was burning, and his face was stuck on the yellow On the bronze throne.

"Ah!" He cried out, but his voice became strange, and it could no longer be so scary.

Alan Bair just said. "You're making my soldiers nervous, and the duel has begun!"

Heat rays, bang bang bang, flames flickering at the muzzle, those dead things were enough to melt the ceramite and kill Superman, the sergeant immediately resisted with his shoulder armor, the strongest part of his armor, even though the metal here had become It was potholed and ugly, and the heat rays just made it uglier.

However, the second lieutenant's efforts were never considered bad or useless. When the demigod couldn't help but slow down his movement speed slightly due to the pain in his body, and Alan Baier's strengthening for unknown reasons, he actually accomplished a miracle that mortals could not believe .

He avoided the lightning-like impact and the subsequent chainsword with an almost perfect sideways movement. Even the staff who knew Alan Bair as well as the staff couldn't help shouting. "Emperor!"

If the Skadi people trusted Alan Bayer to let him face the traitor alone, but at this moment they really realized that the people in front of them, the people who commanded them, were the ones chosen by the emperor, and they were destined to accomplish great feats, otherwise There is absolutely no way to dodge this attack.

Although the space fighters look cumbersome, they are by no means slow, stupid, or poor in martial arts. World Eaters have accumulated thousands of years of technology and power, and even sacrificed their souls because of this. Such attacks are dodged by mortals. The surprise and shame even shook the members of the commando team next to him.

"Brother? Does your body need to be adjusted?" Compared with Vingar, the team's emotions are more intensive and urgent. The team members immediately asked their captain, but the sergeant was also surprised, but he quickly answered.

"It's just luck..." he said, but is it really luck?Wars and battles are not dominated by luck, the sergeant became vigilant, and he knew very well how powerful his attack was.

And Alan Bayer himself seemed to be calm, fear and cold sweat still couldn't help overflowing. He had experienced countless difficulties and adventures in his life, and he had faced countless enemies, but this time was still the most dangerous.

"Huh... looks like the Emperor is protecting me, and where is your god? Heresy."

The sergeant realized that something was wrong. This mortal was slightly different from those weak and ignorant things in his concept. It was no wonder that he was admired by so many people, and he had only made up his mind at this moment. "I won't let you survive."

"Whether it's for my gods, or for the Red Corsairs, or for this war."

"You are a variable, you disgusting thing."

Alan Bayer was also very happy to be "complimented" by the heretics. He also slowly adjusted the firearm to the hot melt mode. Then the sergeant raised his weapon. Their next confrontation at this moment is not only a competition, but also life and death.

Guns and blades, chainsaws and meltas, space fighters and imperial guards, they are not of the same root, but at this moment, the blades are facing the barrels, with the goal of survival, fighting and fighting for victory.

If the emperor is above, he certainly doesn't want to see such a situation, but this dark universe has broken all the good things, hatred breeds in the hearts of human beings, the greed of heretics, the hatefulness of traitors, the distortion of monsters, those fates are still in place today. The living imperial people are like a heavy burden.

Alan Baier moved forward with a heavy load. Although he seemed out of tune and omnipotent, he was not a god after all. It was impossible for him to kill a Superman without paying the price.

"Emperor." He looked at the charging sergeant. "If you really bless me and are really paranoid about me, then..."

He raised his gun and listened to the roar of the chainsword and the impact of the power armor stepping on the adamantine floor. At this moment, it was hard to describe who would win, but no matter who died or who survived, they It will change the course of this war.

Taking a deep breath, aiming, and shooting are already like muscle memory for Alan Bair, the speed is endless, even the space warriors have to admit that this shooting is different from the slowness of mortals in their eyes, at least the gun and aiming, Has reached the level of the Astartes.

But experience, he still lacks experience, and the thing that cannot be obtained out of thin air in life is experience. Compared with him, the Chaos warrior sergeant has won too much in terms of experience.

The terrifying scarlet giant just used some small skills in swordsmanship to create the illusion of sight. He erected the chainsaw sword in a strange posture. If people look at it unconsciously, his actual distance will be blurred at this moment. This is a little trick he learned from the Spirit Race, but it is extremely useful at this moment!

According to his experience, the gap should be less than one meter, but this battle is too terrifying, it has reached the level beyond human beings, the range of one meter is a natural moat, an insurmountable mountain range, and at this moment Alan Bayer is fully focused, And the sergeant quickly judged that he had undoubtedly been recruited!
And he wanted to suddenly speed up while maintaining the illusion of this one-meter visual distance, and then cut off the head of the opposite side.

Chaos space fighters do not lack intelligence from Alan Bair, they are well aware of the capabilities of that gun, but such weapons cannot kill space fighters at a short distance, so the sergeant dares to bet that the worst is paralysis, the best It is to kill directly!

One meter is enough, but Alan Bayer doesn't know anything, the enemy is approaching in his eyes, he is concentrating, holding his breath, the gun is ready to fire, and the real victory can only be won by shooting at a safe distance, because he is sure , even if he melts half of the Chaos traitor, the remaining half can tear his body apart before death!
Five meters, three meters, too fast, two meters!Alan Bayer was surprised, he could hardly keep up with that speed, he said silently in his heart, there is still one meter, bear with it!

But the kind voice suddenly appeared in his thoughts. "Shoot, my boy."

shoot?

shot!
Without thinking, he almost instinctively believed in this voice. After the scorching sound of the air brought by the sizzling heat and the intense and terrifying flash, the Chaos Warrior looked at his almost completely evaporated body. "Why, you... look... break me..."

His powerful body was almost completely carbonized, and the power armor turned into magma flowing, burning the ground red. Alan Bayer's arm trembled. He looked at the smoking muzzle and replied. "Probably, the Emperor chose me."

　It can be regarded as filling in the [-] words that were not written before.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)