Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 153 Toast to victory, the sacrifice will not be forgotten, because the emperor bless us
When the people forget their duty they are no longer human and become something less than beasts. They have no place in the bosom of humanity nor in the heart of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten
When people forget their responsibilities, they cease to be humans and become beasts.They exist neither in the minds of Men nor in the minds of the Emperor.Let them die and be forgotten.

——Imperial Codex

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After the short-lived victory brought by the Skadi, the forces of chaos entrenched here collapsed, and those turbid electromagnetic interferences were no longer seen. The clear communication also represented the retreat of the enemy. It was Vingar who asked Melo to Warm break signal.

The assault team picked up the bones of their brothers. This was the only respect Alan Bayer gave them, as a reward for protecting the empire before they became traitors. Even though their rebellion caused greater losses, those sins have been settled by death.

And the remaining Space Marine assault team will be born in fear and struggle, in their own shattered dignity, if they can still bring up their luck to avenge Alan Baier, he might be more willing to send them in their destructive power reunion in front of.

The humiliation of their groveling to mortals at this moment will accompany them for a long life, until they die overwhelmed.

The enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner to avoid further losses. They knew that they could not take down the castle. The communications soldiers in the upper command area chattered endlessly in Alan Bayer, emphasizing it again and again as if they had unlimited energy and had never experienced war.

"Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair is back, we hold on, the enemy is defeated, long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Those traitors avoided the elite of the Skadi people like the ebbing sea, but Alan Baier was not happy. In about a few minutes, the staff came with a lot of dog tags, and those dog tags It means that there are many fewer Skadi people unique in the world.

They are indeed the life of the hive, but at this moment they are all strong Imperial warriors, the honor of the Emperor, the war against the Chaos Space Marines is too tragic, when those things designed to deal with Chaos and aliens are now fighting against their own people. With the knives facing each other, the damage caused is even greater than that of the alien.

But in this dark universe, what kind of state are mortals in?The emperor thought that mortals could not afford the recovery of this huge universe, so he designed the space fighter... But now it seems that such a design is not right, as long as there is enough faith and strength, human beings are still invincible.

No matter how strong the body is, it can't prevent the consciousness from being invaded by chaos, and no matter how smart the head is, it will be corroded by honor and struggle. Those supermen do have a lot of behaviors that can be called angels, but at this moment they only bring death and cruelty.

Looking at the list of dead brothers, Alan Byer understood why the high lord of Terra was so afraid of those supermen. If that power could not be controlled, it would be the time for desperate killings, but they still had more power than mortal troops. Better rebellion conditions.

At least space fighters can still carry barges to travel between the stars, while the Imperial Guard can only endure large and small conflicts with the navy, and mortals rely too much on the Ministry of Military Affairs, even if they rebel, it is difficult to form a large-scale legion, but Chaos Interstellar Soldiers don't need it at all.

Those superhumans can fight for a long time without eating or drinking, and can kill a dozen mortals with their bare hands. Such monsters can hardly be called human beings, and it is difficult to truly control them.

The betrayal of space warriors is the eternal pain of the human empire, and those supermen often only need a great commander to burst out of power, tear open the wound, and make this ancient empire feel the pain of sleepless nights.

When Alan Byer was sitting in the command room, the brothers' dog tags were lined up, shining, and they looked lonely under the light of promethium. Yes, comrades leave and new ones arrive, but now, he realizes that there are fewer and fewer Skadi.

He has no real concept of racism, but he still knows where he belongs in this life. Now that his hometown is no longer there, and the war is constantly going on, he has not done his duty well.

"1...2...3...768...769...770..." He counted those dog tags, which are also things that represent life. It is hard to imagine that such a small thing can represent those living men and women of the Empire, but the reality is like this.

It is the same as the data reported by the staff before, 770 people, Skadi's number has shrunk seriously, but he came so late, he is sorry for his comrades, he should not do any exploration or treasure digging in the void, if he can go back sooner …

However, the silent command room was opened, with the sound of thumping military boots, and a deep male voice singing a familiar melody. "If the Wildcats can succeed, then we probably can too. Today's story will be remembered, and the faithful will sing for generations. The Emperor's will will always satisfy us."

The staff officer stepped forward, and Alan Baier teased.

"Why are the lyrics different every time?"

said the staff officer. "I've been away from home for so long that I barely even know where I was from. When I was young, I entered the Faithful Academy."

"But I can understand your feeling. It's like arriving in a big family for the first time, but my brothers and sisters are gradually leaving. When the barracks is empty, the traces of life left on those beds make me feel like a knife."

"But we can't stay here, there are still soldiers who need your comfort, and wars that need your command, and I am your chief of staff (high-ranking zw) and the most loyal servant of the Emperor, I order you now, Scar Commander Di, Lord of Landless Wars, go and lead your family in offering loyalty to the Emperor."

He took out the letter of appointment that he had prepared in advance. It said Skadi, Warlord's Thoughts, and Alan Baier, but the above content could never be realized. He no longer has a hometown now, but the remaining The Skadi needed his command, and the Skadi was immortal.

Alan Baier flicked the special piece of paper, and the Star of Terra badge on the heart of his chest shone brightly, as if telling him that people like you will never succeed until you drive out the traitors and aliens. satisfy.

"Emperor, if the war can really end, I want to go back to Skadi."

the staff officer asked. "It's already a barren land."

"Titanium." Alan Baier answered the word, and the staff fell silent, indeed, if the Skadi relied on that terrible environmental modification technology with the help of the alien.

"It's really blasphemy, I would actually say such a thing one day, but, I agree, if you rely on those blue-skinned allies..." Staff officers, especially senior staff officers, to be precise, they are not soldiers, but directly under the emperor and the Ministry of Military Affairs Special members, they are both members and supervisors. As a consultant, it is absolutely impossible for him to listen to such heretical words and remain indifferent, but people are still people.

He took a deep breath of air, even if the air in this world is not clear, he said. "Now go outside and say something to the soldiers. Don't worry about the second lieutenant. The captain is taking care of him. His internal organs have been smashed by the traitors. Now he has to rest for half a year..."

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "I'm not worried about that kid, but the captain seems to be very close to him?" For the Skadi people and even the Phraxia people, Alan Bayer may be their "parents", or more precisely, their elders.

This kid didn't even care about his own marriage, but he became interested in those two people getting closer, and the staff officer could only cough. "Let's talk after the war."

Alan Baier retorted. "At first we thought it was after the battle to defeat the greenskins and red pirates, then it was after the war to return to Skadi, and now..."

"We can't let good things happen. Now the Ministry of Military Affairs can't control us. We can hold a military blind date or something."

The staff officer's eyelids twitched a few times, and then he said. "What a heresy, what are you thinking?"

"Forget about this, by the way, the new supplies arrived tonight, and John has done a big job for us."

Alan Baier asked. "What's the meaning?"

The staff officer swallowed. "Fresh, it's here, and it's transported in a truckload of ice storage."

Alan Bayer was delayed. "That kid got rich?"

said the staff officer. "During this time, he threw most of his resources into a team of seasoned rogue traders. Those guys with approval forcibly explored a commercial route to other star regions in the subspace, and came back with a large amount of supplies. .”

"However, the Ministry of Military Affairs still hasn't been in touch. The agricultural world in that area has also fallen into a subspace storm, and even that world sent supplies to curry favor with us."

Alan Baier wanted to laugh, but sighed again. "It's a good cup of sweet spring, but the enemy is still there, the aliens are raging, and the heresy is entrenched. I need comrades more than supplies, but I have no choice. Let me ask first, what kind of meat?"

The staff officer coughed. "Golo beasts, cow ants, birds, aquatic products, etc."

Alan Bair said. "Seasoning with a flamethrower, let's not light a fire, slow roasting is not enough for tens of thousands of people to eat, and now it's all set up!"

"Get some good flamethrowers, score the meat, coat it with spices and seasonings, and give it a quick sear with military-grade flames."

The staff officer made a bright sound from his belly, and then he coughed to cover up the embarrassment, but at the end of this dark No.40 millennium, such a good thing is actually enough for people to come out of cruelty, but one family is happy and the other is sad, when those The traitors only began to regret the invasion when they realized their situation.

Merovingian's body is constantly collapsing due to excessive use of psychic power, when Vingar pointed at Wartek angrily and questioned. "We lost a lot of brothers, just because you said that Merovingian is absolutely fine, but it fell into isolation and weakness in just half a day, and it is collapsing even more at this moment."

"You disrupted my plan again, you deceived me, and I don't know why Merovingian is also facing you, maybe you feel that you already have the power and the entire expeditionary force is in your hands?"

"My lord Huron sent me to command here, not you, blacksmith."

Wartek wiped the spittle off his face, he could see that Vengar was not in the right state, his anger made him suspicious and jealous, and he also had the aftereffects of a mortal driving a rail rifle into his heart like a nail, and he It's not a doctor, not to mention that doctors can't cure such a situation.

"You are hysterical. If the Merovingian has not been nourished, it will have withered, and we have just failed, lost the opportunity and possibility, now you have to command the legion, spread out, and plunder the energy and resources everywhere. Supplies to maintain the Merovingian existence."

Vingar asked. "Are you directing me?" His hand gripped the blacksmith's shoulder angrily, and Valtex also silently touched his weapon, and the two men were at odds with each other.

There are no two tigers in one mountain. When Valtex showed his ambition, this situation was almost doomed. Huron didn't notice the desires of his confidant, which led to the current situation, but fate is still interesting, if not Valtax, Vengar may be dead.

But if it weren't for Wartek, Vengar might not have been sniped at all, and they wouldn't have attacked, but instead attacked when Merovingian's state was more stable.

However, things have already happened, and it is not clear who is right and who is wrong. At this moment, Vingar only feels that he and the blacksmith in front of him are at odds, and Valtex also tastes the killing intent of the red angel. Space, the demigod's hurricane will destroy everything.

The mortal servant had already timidly left, and the two supermen confronted each other, but what flashed through Vingar's mind at this moment was what Huron said, if you want to achieve great things, you must learn to be patient.

His chainsword is already roaring, something that shouldn't be retracted, but stopped, not drinking blood, Vengar is too calm, he can't leave Valtex, he can feel that he is sick to Merovingian The mastery ability, and he has been powerless.

"I need you, just as you told me, Blacksmith."

Valtex also took the whip, and the two people, who had been on edge just now, began to look at the strategy map as if nothing had happened, thinking about where to plunder power, and how to bypass the blockade of the Imperial Guard.

These are the Chaos Traitors. Those twisted and terrifying things are absolutely abnormal in their hearts, but they can endure for the cause. In the blood and violence, their humanity is also blurred, but the beasts know when to endure and when to bite.

Those who rebel into the dark universe, their inner desires and bestiality, their distrust and anti-group characters are fully stimulated, they are doomed to fail, because they are only for the chaos gods they worship.

They can't form a civilization again, they can't maintain calm, their souls are clouded, and in the end they will enslave normal people to form their own kingdoms, but they are just castles in the sky built on driftwood called violence.

This is what the Chaos Gods want. They don't want this void to be silent, but need this void to always be like a huge Colosseum. Anything that destroys their plan, even the emperor, will be smashed to pieces.

Let alone a mortal...

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　　Then knight-level titans don't have void shields, they are ion shields, and only knights of the castle master level can have them. It has been changed, and now they are all ion shields.

　　I just don't understand what aliens are, what knights are messed up. ) broken thoughts

　　


(End of this chapter)