Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 183 The Spear That Tears the Sky
It was a demon, definitely a demon, and the Lord of Change smirked, as if everything had turned into a part of the twisted thing in the dark void bombed out by the imperial guards.

"Demons" are things that do not belong to the future era, but human imagination has never left the main theme brought by them. It may be man-made things that appear at this moment.

It is the steel demon that best represents the machine. The combination of fantasy and technological distortion is also change itself. Great fun for the Lord.

But not everyone among mortals can guess the thoughts of the gods, but Alan Bayer guessed the will of the Chaos Gods the moment he saw the demon.

They need someone to tear through the defenses of the Imperial Guard and make this forge world a stepping stone and supply point, so a crazy betrayal is needed to accomplish this, and the unstable warp rift will also be the core of the Red Pirate's replenishment.

Alan Bayer watched the cloudless sky pass by the artillery fire of the Imperial Guard, the bombardment of the cannon and the spear, and the light of the giant Titan void shield flickering in the distance. Another war has begun, and they will not give them a rest. Shooting, every moment, every minute, every second, starts now, and will not stop.

Those gunfire, lights, and flashes echoed in his mind, tiredness, grotesque, fear, complicated emotions and distorted consciousness and five senses were persecuting him.

Until the sound of calling pulls the tired man back. "Sir, sir, lieutenant colonel?!"

"Boss? Boss, are you still there, Boss!"

Alan Baier looked at his slightly fuzzy palms, fatigue, battle fatigue, a common mental illness in the battlefield, he is also a mortal, can he finally bear it?If honor and survival can't drag this body forward, what else can he have, or stop here and take a rest...

The emperor will forgive him, and so will the empire. At least he is loyal, and there are so many heroes who will continue to follow suit. No one will care if he rests like this. The power of the Chaos Gods and the Supreme Heaven is too powerful, and he is just a mortal...

Until the metallic spikes from the demon grazed his cheeks and dented the ground, he subconsciously drew his gun and smashed the protruding spikes.

What mental illness?What war fatigue?He just needs to survive, hydrate, and kill.

"Good guy, you dare to do it..." Alan Baier's eyes became clear again, and the desire to survive filled his body. He is not fighting to die until now!

The thick tentacles pierced into the ground were interrupted, and the metal tentacles turned into magma.

"Get the trucks ready, call the machine servants to the battlefield, we will approach the enemy in three lines, that disgusting monster..."

"Staff, you and I will command Skadi's 1-3 company's second-class soldiers and second lieutenants to command Skadi's 4-12 company on the right line, and the left side will be handed over to the mechanical army composed of Leitlings and sages. Use vehicles to move quickly, and I ask you to attract fire first."

The left side is the main road of the hive capital, the troops there must be the most conspicuous, coupled with the powerful firepower of the machine servants, it must be able to attract most of the attention.

The mechanical sages have no complaints about this arrangement. For them, they are doing their own crimes and meritorious deeds. Losing a few machine servants can be exchanged for a stable life in their later years, which is obviously a profit.

If you want to survive and be recognized by the empire, you need sacrifices and a price. The price is such a thing. They are willing to pay, and they are willing. The Imperial Guard can also reduce losses.

Although Alan Bayer doesn't like the Mechanicus, they are a good alliance. Perhaps the emperor understood this and allowed this huge alliance to enter the core of the empire.

It is difficult for mortals to understand his wisdom, and they can only admire his great achievements. Even if he can see the life of the emperor from the perspective of God, Alan Bayer still can't see through him, not to mention that those records are influenced by commercial attributes, and also by The subspace is filthy, and it has been translated, how much of it is true and how much is false?

Even the world he once was could not recognize the crime or merit of the Emperor, he only needs to recognize the boundless merits of this shining golden man, and then firmly swing the knife and shoot at the enemies of mankind until the end of the galaxy .

Truck fuel smoky and nauseous, you can't expect biodiesel to be that good here, and even old vintage engines that don't work with stuff like promethium are only doing enough to move people forward.

In the scene of hell mixed with scorching winds and ruined buildings while advancing, the gigantic body of the demon whose combat power was comparable to that of a battleship was even more distant.

It may be because his iron scales oxidized in the air, faint rust appeared on his body, and purple-brown rosettes were drawn.

Beautiful things are poisonous or deadly. Compared with the Skadi, the huge army of servants is obviously more conspicuous. Although I don't know why this demon didn't continue to use the damn electromagnetic barrier, but I can feel its powerful force. pressure.

Because the servants and the Skadi have no morale, and the other is victorious. Their legions are very loose. For the regular army, looseness is a negative effect, but the skirmish line is a major issue in modern warfare. How to keep soldiers from fleeing under such circumstances.

The Skadi people use blood, death, responsibility and victory to involve their compatriots. Even if there is a physical distance, they can not disperse. The Mechanicus drives a huge army of dolls. The shots fired by the mechanical servants scattered like fireworks.

Gorgeous, gorgeous death fireworks, colorful uranium, electromagnetic, explosive bombs, heat rays, raindrops continuously fell on the shield composed of psionic energy.

"Shield not penetrated, sage, call for support from the heavy fire team."

The mechanical sage replied. "Get ready to attack the enemy with the artillery fire of the Imperial Guard, all ready." He lowered his head and counted those things.

"1, 2...Huh?!" When the sage was about to shoot the second volley, a large number of spikes flew over. Those things were growths on the demon's body, and they would fly out with just a slight flick. The power and accuracy are not inferior to professional shelling. After hitting the target, it will scatter wildly, piercing more things.

"Dodge!" "Emergency dodge..."

Rumbling, smoke, bombing, death and ruined parts, the spikes fell, and then the body of the giant dragon was still connected to that thing, just listening to the low dragon roar, the monster spikes hundreds of meters long began to sweep across, like a wall .

"Monster, it's just..." the sage cursed, but it was too late. With just one sweep, one-twelfth of the hundred thousand Mechanicus cathars were lost, and thousands of empire elites were completely wiped out.

Alan Baier didn't feel distressed, he could only see the damage caused by the thing hitting his own troops, and the machine servant was worthless in comparison.

"The flank attraction operation was successful. Sure enough, that huge body has a big blind angle." He commented on this plan, but to be honest, he didn't know how to break through the monster's spiritual shield and thick armor.

Melta bombs are more or less used, and even the melta guns often used by the Imperial Guard can't do enough damage to it, and the heavy engines are even less likely to get close without attracting attention.

"There is still a distance..." Alan Bayer looked at it with a rangefinder. "About 500 meters, that is to say, about three minutes, can you get by..."

While thinking, violent spikes streaked across the sky and penetrated into the core position of the troops on the right. Alan Bayer's heart was half cold, and he immediately turned on the radio. "Second lieutenant?! Second lieutenant?! How's the situation?"

The ensign answered with a cough. "There is no serious loss, but two trucks committed a crime, and the hot melt immediately burned the spikes. Is this thing made of pure gold?! It feels like my knight can wear it!"

Said the private. "For an attack of this intensity, we can only take roundabout operations, otherwise the loss will be too great."

Alan Bair could only order. "The artillery team attacked the enemy's position and obstructed the line of sight. We are advancing at full speed and full throttle!"

The roaring flames hit the psychic shield on the opposite face. After only half a day of actual combat, the Skadi people have already mastered how to bombard, and their combat talent can be imagined.

But this guy's powerful shield has resisted the firepower of four regiments for so long, and paralyzed the empire's moon-class cruiser. I don't know how this kind of spiritual power compares to the Red Devil Magnus?
Maybe the body size is helpful for the storage of psionic energy, and it is bound to be easier to store power for a large existence. Alan Bayer can only turn on the communicator worriedly. "This is the Imperial Guard, Skadi's only regiment, calling for the Bordello, how are you doing?"

The captain looked at the panel that was starting to lose control at this moment, and laughed with interest. "We're alright here, but if we're sucked in for a few minutes, we might fall."

"The enemy can use the contacts to absorb metal and energy, and our battleship seems to be the opposite energy source."

Alan Baier realized it all at once. "Is that why he doesn't use psionic pulses? He needs the engine running to provide the source power..."

"This damn thing, what does it take the empire's battleship for, a buffet?!"

The captain sighed. "So what to do, the more intense your bombing, the more our energy and metal hull will be lost, the current energy is 20% of the emergency navigation reserve..."

Alan Baier said. "Can you open a light spear?"

The captain said uncertainly. "It should be possible, but what about a light spear, it will never be killed."

Alan Baier took out the badge returned by Katachan on his chest. "No, I have a way to make it open, listen to my order, just shoot, concentrate all energy on the spear, overload all power, don't think about tomorrow's exhausted gathering, turn on the radiator, and I It will bring victory."

Sweat dripped from the captain's forehead. "All? 20 percent is also a battleship, 20 percent of a three-kilometer steel giant! Are you sure? If we can't shoot this time and kill the enemy, we won't even be able to leave this world. If we leave the energy we It can also rely on the protruding ship to leave the atmosphere."

"After launching, there is no retreat."

Alan Baier said. "Captain, I understand who you are. You will not abandon your warship, and I will not betray my soldiers. We are a kind of fellow, arrogant, stupid, loyal and arrogant. I don't believe that heretic can be powerful. Blessing, let alone believe that loyalty is wrong."

"Since you won't run away from Bordello, and I won't leave Skadi, don't think about the damn thing, that fucking assault ship!"

"The greatest retreat is the absence of a retreat. Advance, the current human beings can only advance! Do you want to pin your hopes on the damned extermination order to prove that the empire is victorious?!"

The captain held the rudder in his hand. "Extermination order, extermination order...hahaha... dare to say, the whole team obeys the order! Gather energy on the No. [-] light spear!"

"We have a little surprise for heretics!"

The veterans on the Bordeaux had been beaten before, and as the imperial navy, they were also full of martial virtues. They had endured enough at this moment, and they immediately began to operate and gather energy.

The guys who can eat a plate are absolutely similar in character, Bordello and Skadi, two unrelated things are very similar, they are both lunatics and perverts, and they can be given up for their own beliefs Anything can be sacrificed for human beings in exchange for a glimmer of hope in the universe.

"Preparation energy complete."

"The gathering is complete."

"Focus completed."

"Lock on, aim."

shouted the first mate. "It's time to shoot!"

said the captain. "When will you shoot?!"

Alan Bayer took out his badge, pinned it on his only remaining hydrogen warhead, and read it. "Bless the Emperor, your little thing is so strong, give me a sacrifice for your master!"

Press your own button, the stench fills the air, next, aim, fire.

"Shoot the enemy, aim for me! After the H-bomb fire, it's the last chance." He couldn't help but feel crazy, if the badge can't stand the power of the H-bomb, if the effect of the untouchable can't break the psionic shield, if the Emperor Didn't protect him, if...Pordereau hit the wrong side...

"Hahaha!" He laughed, it was crazy, but this feeling was indeed the most comfortable vacation for him.

"Come on, get ready, shoot!" On the roof of the truck, Alan Baier knelt on one knee, the relic gun was fired with smoke, and the hydrogen bomb and torpedo with the badge on the front part sank into the psionic shield, and The devil only saw the light flashing from the corner of his eyes, and his body was in severe pain.

No matter what era, there is nothing that a hydrogen bomb can't solve, if there is...

"Fire!" Then shoot with a light spear!
The sky-reaching giant pillars and rays of light are launched from the near-earth pipes, and the anger emitted by the engines of the imperial warships is enough to wipe out any enemy of the empire, but soon, the psychic light flashes!
"Damn it! Did you fail?!" the captain cursed.

But Alan Bair just said. "Let the hydrogen bomb go off for a while."

The light that reaches the sky shoots from the universe to the ground, like the giants in Greek mythology that carry the heavens and the earth on their backs. It is hard to imagine that human beings can perform such a miracle in the distant No.40 millennium, and the efforts of tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of people, Focus now with the help of dark age technology spanning 2 years.

Pierced through... the scales of the devil!

(End of this chapter)