Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 184 The Last Day of the World

The light flashed across the ground, erected on the land of the forge world like Atlas, when the eyes of the gods flashed across this barren land, the demon's flesh and blood moistened the land he was greedy for.

Its huge body is collapsing, its metal scales are peeling off continuously, and it dies.

The triangular emblem also represents the death of countless sacrificed citizens of the empire. The light spear penetrated the heart of this evil dragon, and the ground turned into blood-red crystals. Normally, the blood does not stay in the light. The inside of the spear, and those colors are obviously not normal material composition.

Even so, the daemon wasn't dead, but he was, his physical body crumbling, unable to sustain his psionic body in this region devoid of warp psionic power, and finally he crawled back to the high ground as the will of the Forge Governor, his cloudy The old eyes looked at the hero of the Imperial Guard, just as he had gone to meet him.

"How, are you having fun here, Pan Lan, my guest..." His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows wheezing and stirring, and his cloudy eyes were purple with psionic power.

No one answered him anymore, no one, he is a monster up to 20 meters at the moment, he is a twisted thing, a traitor, a heretic, a monster, a demon, a dragon, festering from his pierced body, those gathered by warp energy His flesh and blood crumbled slowly, like red mud soaking metal scales.

Die alone, this is the end of the sad thing that has cast countless deaths in this world. The gods smiled slyly, greedy for his soul. When he saw the faces of the gods of the subspace in his cloudy eyes, he realized that he was a human being. ,puppet.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Yes, you are right, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard...you know it all, you know it all!" He was a little crazy, because the blue Lord of Change was stretching out its huge, covering the sky day arm.

"Gods..." His collapse made his body unable to utter a sound, the feeling of oldness crept back into his body, and his soul was also captured by the Lord of Changes. Struggles were useless, he was just the spark, And the gods of the highest heaven are like the Tathagata Buddha who caught the Monkey King.

Squeeze, hold, snatch, in the eyes of psykers, this moment of psychic fluctuations is enough for them to go crazy, but in the eyes of mortals, it's just that incomparable huge body that falls down like this.

It is a pity that his great achievements are useless, and his contribution to the empire in his life is not as good as the sin brought about by a tithe of betrayal.

Crumbling, smoky, suffocating, death and defeat, victory, victory, sweet victory for the Imperial Guard.

"Did you win..." Alan Bayer looked at the rotten thing, which fell on the ground and dissipated.

The taste of victory, it smells like... rotten meat, those damn things finally dissipated at this moment, and the dark clouds hanging over Pan Lan finally dispersed.

After completing another great feat, Alan Bair lay tiredly on the truck, the power of the last hydrogen bomb and the untouchable triangular badge could no longer favor him, but...

The soldiers moved forward to clean up the remains of the Tower of God. It is not easy to find things that can survive in the messy waste, such as... Scartlan robots, four comatose Scartlan robots lying on the debris of the empire.

Alan Bair sat in the truck eating canned food wearily. "Take it to the sage to transform it, and then the command power will be in our hands."

"Don't say that it is unreasonable to use intelligent control mechas. Now is a special era. Give the control to the mechanized girl in the regiment so that she can also join the battlefield."

"Don't underestimate her, she also crawled out of the battlefield, and even opened a ladle for orcs with a wrench."

The tentacles protruding from the huge dragon carcass decayed, and the Bordello was also rescued, only to be parked dying in low-Earth orbit due to excessive energy output, but it should be able to start soon after simple damage control repairs.

The captain asked Alan Baier in the communicator with lingering fear. "I won, I didn't expect that my heart was about to turn out just now, Emperor, I will lose 20 years of life if I am with you!"

Alan Baier replied. "Why, if there is no me, then you will die directly. This is this universe, either go crazy or survive."

The staff officer took out his Tanner tea and drank it deliciously. "I'm used to it. In the past two years, I have experienced more madness than in my entire life. You have to get used to it too, Captain."

That's right, that's what war is all about, either dancing with knives or dying without a burial, struggling in the blood, surviving is all happiness, nothing more.

The soldiers packed up the cruel war, and the transport plane slowly landed. For the first time, Alan Baier felt that this thing was actually very warm.

They stepped into the transport plane. There is nothing to remember in this forged world. There are still many enemies, and they need to face more chaotic forces, that's all.

But without the founding governor, the will of this world is not stable anymore. It is basically impossible for those muddy mobs to conquer this world. They only need to shout softly, and even a volley can make their mouths still strong The traitors begged for mercy on their knees, of course, the only treatment for them was massacre.

Because the traitors in most areas have occupied the main areas, today is the end of Pan Lan. In just half a month, it rained twice on the dry surface here, and twice on the dry world.

This is the end of this world. The water made of blood turns into what people once longed for in dry places, but no one will happily run to receive the water, and no one will sing the favor of the emperor to them. There are only ruins and ruins. Traces of the bombing.

Pan Lan died today, a thorough, silent, and cruel death.

Died of the cruelty of war and the evil of traitors, when the world is completely dry, the only thing of value left is the factories built by the Mechanicus and the wisdom of its sages, but at this moment there is nothing left.

Although the sages ensured that they could pay the highest level of Empire 11 taxes, everyone knew that there was not much left of Pan Lan's value, and rebuilding would take a long time.

Some people may think that such a sacrifice is a loss, but compared to the red pirates relying on heretical connections to settle in this world, it will become the hatred of the Imperial Guard.

Success is only for greater strategic significance, nothing more, in the constant shooting and killing, bathing in the scarlet rain, enjoying the peace in the dry land of Panlan, the imperial guards are not good people, they are the honor of the empire, And not troops of imperial citizens.

At the beginning, the priority of the residents on Panlan was not high, just for the factory and benefits of the main hive. Now that the factory is gone, the Imperial Guard began to clean up and pack the last weapons, plasma guns, completed tanks, and heavy explosive bombs , are priceless things.

The two large groups of Skadi and Flaxia became the biggest beneficiaries, and all the losses were borne by the Mechanicus, and Alan Bayer also took away thousands of suicide machine servants driven by potions and four Dark Age machines. The Great White Robot.

And the last Leitlin in this world.

But in essence, there is no difference between the Imperial Guard and the traitor governor, only they are different in size and religion. Perhaps for those residents in this world, war is war.

Death is death, sacrifice is sacrifice, for them it is the purest and simplest thing, life and death, those who survive continue to carry on, the dust of the dead returns to dust, when the great bell of the foundry world reverberates, the main lair The only remaining small church sends out 12 echoes to commemorate the sage who led the victory.

Compared with the Imperial Guard, the technical director is the hero of this world. At least he is the one who pulls the world's remaining population of less than hundreds of millions from death. Sprinkle and sing.

The imperial guards didn't come, and Alan Baier knew he couldn't disturb the mourning, but let the Leitlin kid perform his food stunts.

Meatballs were simmering in the pot, but Skadi's soldiers were particularly concerned about whether the careless stuffed thing was cooking his stinking household items in the Raitling's reputation.

The second lieutenant didn't dislike it very much, and took a big mouthful of it with an iron spoon. "Parsley, chopped lilies, tomatoes, and a pinch of salt."

"Very good food, sir." He inserted the meatballs, like an elegant gourmet tasting Michelin, but his plate was scrap iron picked up from a factory, the spoon was dumped from a resident's house, and Wright was not a chef. He said cursing.

"It's just meatballs made from muddled luncheon meat and crushed soybean powder, cooked with military nutrients and civilian seasoning. Don't look for it, no shoes!"

Alan Baier picked up the meatball and wiped the hot juice with his fingers. "Vitamin C enhances the freshness, soybean protein enhances the taste, and also maintains nutritional intake and sufficient energy, which is in line with military dining standards."

He also noticed that the soldiers were covering their noses and leaving the chef to eat, although he explained to the big boys what untouchables were, and he also told the Leitlin recruits that everyone could accept the smell The stinky guy has actually showered many times.

But the matter of eating is still involuntarily "squeezed out", quite the feeling of scolding the cook after eating.

However, the Skadi military camp is still lively and warm. After all, it is the end of this month, and the red pirates will probably come. There will not be too many good days. Even though there are many lively people, beating pots and pans, The fragrance is overflowing and lively, the mouth does not stop, shoes and armor, guns and friendship, gather here.

Crackling, clacking, crunching of mechanical metal, it is the camp of the Imperial Guards approaching, only the suspended skulls have an alarm, the Skadi people pick up their guns, and are on guard against uninvited guests disturbing their dinner, just experienced and machine servants The war, who knows who will come?
Buzzing, buzzing, the communication request of the heavy fine gold gate at the entrance of the camp started, but there was no notification from the Imperial Guard or the Commander-in-Chief, and the Imperial Guard did not answer, just waiting, and fell into silence, until the slightly familiar mechanical sound explain. "it's me."

"Cast Governor, your partner."

Alan Baier walked to the communicator and said. "Notify first next time, and won't you attend the teacher's funeral?"

the governor replied. "Life and death don't matter to us, the teacher's wisdom and knowledge have been inherited from me..."

Alan Baier opened the gate communication equipment of the camp, and saw the indifferent shadow inside the holographic instrument. "But you're still sad, aren't you?"

The governor adjusted his red robe. "My controller is a little out of order, a leftover from the war."

Alan Baier saw that he was a little "tsundere" and pointed out the main point. "what are you up to?"

he answered. "I need a batch of weapons. Due to the rebellion, this world will not be allowed to hold a large number of firearms for a long time. It is difficult to complete security management with laser guns alone, and many merchants are not gentle in the trade between galaxies."

"And I can get to where I am today thanks to the help of the Imperial Guard. I need an alliance to stabilize Pan Lan's heart. It must be strong enough."

Alan Baier rubbed his chin. "Then I need an additional 10% of Pan Lan's next output to belong to us."

Ten percent, 10 percent of a world is not a lot. Although the output of the forging world is extremely profitable, it is also the lifeblood of this world. They don't have many minerals, food is in short supply, and everything depends on the countless materials forged Export it outward to exchange it with other worlds.

Ten percent is equivalent to the fact that the Mechanicus needs to give up a lot of its own interests, so the sage governor has to hesitate, even if the Skadi are very powerful, it would be too extravagant to hire such a bodyguard.

Repeatedly, the sage spoke. "If you can station a thousand veterans as instructors..."

Alan Baier said. "Veteran? Impossible, because I just asked, and no one in my regiment wants to withdraw from the battle. The alliance I said was made by you and Gundwa VI. In the future, Pan Lan and Gundwa VI will form a joint business alliance."

The sage hesitated. "That doesn't mean..."

Alan Baier nodded. "You will be at a disadvantage now, but Gundwa VI will use its rights and the location of the core of this star area to continuously provide you with supplies and equipment, so that you can recover as quickly as possible, or even better."

Several thoughts kept echoing in the sage's mind. "Yes, yes, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and even better in the long run."

This is the fate. In the beginning, Alan Baier was a guest and was summoned, but now, the Imperial Guard has become the master, and the power is reversed in a moment. The governor can't blame the hero who saved them, and can only insult the former heretical governor in his heart Good job.

This means that Pan Lan loses his right to independence, and also means that the control of the Mechanicus will be weakened, but as the governor, he must agree to this request.

"I agree to this matter in the name of the governor of the foundry world, please inform the commander of Gundwa VI..."

Alan Baier took a sip of coffee. "Okay, I'll send the report right away, waiting to be rescued."

It seems to be help, but it is actually colonization. As the core supply point, Gundwa VI is the foundation of the Imperial Guard's independence from the Ministry of Military Affairs. It is also the tireless supply of this star system that keeps the war going.

Now that Pan Lan joins this big family, the power she provides must be better than paying the 11 tax diligently, and Pan Lan voluntarily pays the full level of tax because of her sins, which will delay her revival. This arrangement is the best of.

Alan Baier hung up the communicator and continued to taste his dinner, as if cutting up the world and eating her flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)