Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 188 When he jumped in, the alien was defeated
For Alan Baier, this gang jump is the greatest arrogance of those aliens, challenging the most powerful force of the Imperial Guard.

"Staff, can you confirm the landing location?"

The staff officer replied. "Estimated to be the power room."

Alan Baier cursed. "Can you get them there? Get the privates to open fire and drive them to the hangar."

The staff officer yelled. "Second Class, fire from the west, let them divert!"

The sound from the communicator made the young man even more anxious when he was on the battlefield for the first time. Let alone the short-range anti-aircraft automatic gun that is the standard template of the empire, he has not been trained how to use it. Orc torpedo ship.

"Fire Control...Aiming...Ammunition..."

"Damn it! Where is the decoration?"

Sweat dripped down his military uniform, which is also the situation in Skadi today, as long as you are an individual, you have to work, the infantry regiment of 1 people is too small, and there are too few special positions, and because of the scriptures, the empire The cooperation between the navy and the land forces of the Empire cannot be said to be poor, it can only be evaluated as not at all.

In order to ensure the damn command speed, the only regiment of Skadi, which often leads to various special operations, is used as several people every day.

Only those who belong to us can rest assured that it is Skadi's sorrow now, and it is also the sorrow of the empire. Those urgent voices from the communicator forced the second-class soldier to press the firing button.

Da da da, it fired normally, even with good accuracy, so that it instantly penetrated two torpedo boats. Because of the simple structure of the orcs and the burning of the engine, the narrow place can burst instantly and turn into fireworks.

The defensive columns inside the battleship also prevented the orcs from approaching their original intended destination, and turned into the hangar that the Skadi people were looking forward to, but why did Alan Baier choose this place?The reason is also very simple. As one of the flagships, Bordeaux may not be excellent in weaponry, but its strength is not actually force.

When the orc's dilapidated heavy metal stage smashed into the vast and spacious interior of the equipment, the equipment with huge drill bits in the front section hummed and roared, drilling through the fine gold wall, sparks splashed, and after the roar of gears and restless mechanical engines, the front section of the drill bit Open.

This quiet place was illuminated by the flickering promethium lamps that were originally bright, and a large number of vehicles were wrapped in oilcloth to reduce the consumption of their maintenance.

But those orcs came slowly with impetuous bodies and messy weapons, roaring heavy metal or other annoying things, they walked and unloaded their tools, wheezing, bluffing, noisy, annoying and deadly.

And hospitality has always been one of the traditions of the Skadi people, and the same is true for dealing with uninvited guests. Among the sleeping mechanical souls in the hangar, individual machines have no dark side, such as the honor of the 113th regiment of Phraxia, Blade of the Empire!
Huge Emperor Poison Blade, boom!Explosion, cracking, destruction, the power of the acceleration cannon and the main rocket launcher instantly wiped out those invading troops, but two main guns were not enough to destroy those green skins. More and more torpedo ships smashed into Boulder Luo's body, those blasphemy alien things will become a nightmare for the Imperial Guard...?

Large-caliber storm bombs whizzed, melted out, and nightmares always appeared when there were not enough weapons and power. Those green skins thought they were terrible, but the Skadi people who faced countless enemies only felt They are cute.

A giant Titan Knight rises from the ground, the second lieutenant has been lying here for a long time, and the soul of war that used to work for the citizens of the empire is now clattering in the dust!
Shooting, shooting, screaming, death, continuous, the second lieutenant operated the machine to continuously fire, extinct, the imperial people wished that all the green skins would be extinct, no matter when!
Hate, Hate leads this shattered, dying empire to swing its blade against all its enemies, all the time, every moment, every minute...

Humanity has experienced too much in history, those hatreds are entrenched in bombs and chainsaws, spilling out on orcs, killing them.

"Heretic, Alien! Alien!"

"Kill those greenskins! For the Emperor!"

"For the Empire!"

Amidst the calls, there are still heretics who comment that the human empire of this era has fallen into hopeless racism, but Alan Baier only sees that at this moment, the Skadi people don't care about skin color, race, name, no matter what. Whether it was the Asians on ancient Terra, or the Europeans, Africans, and brown-skinned Americans are all working hard for the goal of the emperor, and all the human beings who are still alive are roaring in order to regain the galaxy that belongs to human beings. .

Regardless of race, nationality, writing, or culture, as long as they say "for the emperor", they will gather together, but people often comment that the empire is hopeless.

It is this universe that is hopeless, not human beings. In this dark universe, at the end of the No. 40 millennium civilization of human beings, people have overcome race, culture, writing, language, belief, history, and religious barriers , walk together, and unleash their wrath on the enemies of mankind.

Just that, they thought... we thought, to take your own glory and glory, your own galaxy or universe, and now become paranoid madness?
Even the poor Hive City residents who don't understand the long and great history of human beings know that they shot the aliens in order to survive. The hatred went deep into the bone marrow and was buried in the betrayal 2 years ago. Iron man, aliens, heretics, they Damn them all, traitors, they are all traitors.

And the universe is dark and terrifying, deep and boundless, as long as you have seen the sharp teeth of the void, you will never care about the color of your compatriots, what food you eat, or what you like.

As long as he believes in humans and the Emperor, that's enough!

"Launch, launch, smash flesh and blood, destroy armor!" the captain roared.

The Skadi people want to let the green-skinned alien tissues diffuse in the air, and then be inhaled, digested, and discharged, which is the best treatment for them.

Blood permeated the place, the entire hangar was wet with the blood of the alien, and there were pieces of meat and bomb craters everywhere. The soldiers of Skadi and the compatriots of Phraxia relished the pleasure of cleaning up the green skin corpses with flames.

But in this dark void, not all the greenskins acted in accordance with the meaning of the Imperial Guard. Alan Baier has been paying attention to the movement of the torpedo boat, from sweeping, dividing, most of the orcs entered the hangar, to when he noticed his prey start.

"That, staff, look at it." He pointed to something locked on the monitor, which was a…

Well, the red one, with a lot of metal and extra modification, is that a stereo?Is this emptiness? !The Chief of Staff's face was not very good. "What is this?"

The empire is always under consumption and urgency. The transformation of the orcs here is a waste that is serious enough to be shot to death in the eyes of the staff of the imperial guards, and this thing is obviously not a normal orc torpedo ship.

"It's approaching the command area, and it's bigger, the mount of the war boss?"

Alan Baier nodded. "It's not too bad, we won't go to support the armory, let's go to the bridge!"

The remaining elites in Skadi are like sharp knives moving forward, but unfortunately, our mouse people can only stay in the kitchen to prepare dinner for the hard-working brothers, because although the astropaths and navigators look "gentle", they can Psykers are destined not to be fuel-efficient lamps. When he steps on the bridge, the ability of the untouchables is enough to make the two cores that maintain the operation of the battleship crazily emit psychic lightning or flames.

He boiled his efforts, and on the bridge, the orc invasion came later, the gunfire on the bridge was strafing, and the captain watched the light flickering on the augury.

"The enemy actually attacked here?!"

The bridge not only has huge firepower and a thickened deck for hitting equipment, it must be impossible, but the orcs have always liked to regard the impossible as possible, when the red torpedo boat dodged countless strafing shots, and then went to When the bridge hit, the elites of the Imperial Navy only felt their heads buzzing.

This is the case in those almost impossible situations, those orcs slammed into the bridge frantically, the fine gold and blades on the thick thickened deck are not vegetarian, and that kind of torpedo ship is even more ruthless.

Two tattered melta guns protruded from the front of the drill. Normally, it would be difficult to melt a thick armor shield in space with that kind of meltdown, but the orc technology always gave the star fighters various surprises that they didn't expect.

Buzzing, buzzing, the drilled equipment made the battleship deck reveal a hint of red, which is unpleasant, but the loyal gold of the empire actually made a mournful sound in response, the captain showed a heartache and unhappy expression, and the orc's penetration also come behind.

"Damn alien!" The first officer took out his Seiko bolt pistol and shot at the orc's protruding drilling machine. There are losses, the internal system seems to lack the ability to overheat, and the whole ship is glowing a shocking red.

The chief mate's bullet grazed the thick metal on the skin of the orc walking out of the torpedo ship, and then drew metal sparks. To the orc, the angry shooting of the imperial navy's elite was just a joke.

The war leader smiled and looked at the terrified imperial navy, at least he thought so, the human beings he saw were all dying in fear, at least it had been like this in his short war career, he had never seen those who were killed The bosses of my own tribe have emphasized the canned food countless times, and now I have seen it when I joined the Red Pirates, but that's it.

He even killed one himself, although it was for a bounty, but he still didn't think it was good, at least it wasn't as intense as the battle when he got his current position.

"Shrimps, good day, I'm here to kill you!" The restless heavy metal drumbeat and the wailing cheers of the orcs were mixed together. On the command point of the battleship representing the absolute rationality of the empire, on the bridge, with wild Play gibberish ballads.

But soon, the boss noticed that the imperial heroes here didn't care about his greatness and strength at all, and just raised their weapons indifferently and fired a volley.

After all, the Imperial Navy here, not to mention having seen strong winds and waves, can only walk through a small half of the Emperor Limit Starfield. For them, it is nothing to face the orcs, compared to the countless monsters and fantastic scenery in the infinite void. It's almost impossible to compare.

Only the war boss resisted the hail of bullets and shouted to the imperial navy. "Aren't you afraid of me?!"

The captain was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Are there any melta grenades?"

The first officer took out a small and powerful weapon. For the captain, he would rather have the Bordeaux injured than the aliens defile her interior, so he had no choice but to do so.

The imperial navy is full of military virtues, and the firepower of the group is strong. The members here are all fighters. Although they may not be proficient in fighting, they will not be afraid.

"For the emperor, Alien!" The captain threw the melta, the bomb would melt the adamantium, and wound his battleship, but compared to the orc invasion, the wound became worthless.

This kind of tactics and firepower are mixed with bravery and the equipment level of the Imperial Navy Command. The people here are all elites of the Empire, and the worst are explosive weapons, and the electromagnetic flintlock is even more advanced. , the uranium-burning flintlock gun is a favorite "toy" of the imperial nobles.

Although the actual combat effect is not good, it is powerful and can instantly defeat thick enough armor, and it is easier to hit in the narrow distance of the bridge.

"Damn shrimp..." The orc boss couldn't deny it, his rhythm was disrupted, the flintlock gun pierced his shoulder armor, blood spilled out, the molten explosion made the terrain worse, and the orc boy was exposed to the gold cover outside.

His breath became chaotic, the huge body, well, it was more anger than pain, for Xiami made him so unbearable, he stepped on his stereo, crushing that big baby made of scrap iron.

"Come and see my big baby!" Dirty guns, oversized guns, rifles with powerful gravity rays that mimic the dark ages of humanity, whether it's a space marine, or a Terminator armor, or a Lemanus, just hit the drive members, they will be crushed into terrible weapons of minced meat by the increased gravity!
That strange red-painted weapon with a terrifying strange core, twisted teeth and fangs makes it hard to tell what's beyond the muzzle, and it's also his solo Gita!

Zizz, buzz, boom, launch!The core of the low voice emits a dark green strange light, bursting towards the captain...

And that kind of power, just brushing against the commanding platform of the battleship, dented the metal on the platform. If it touched a person, it would be bloody in an instant...

And that ray keeps moving forward, like a deadly torrent, and the captain is indeed old. He has taken away countless enemies, and he does not regret his life. A piece of rotten meat.

But the Emperor needs him, the Skadi needs him, the Bordello needs him, or Alan Bair needs him. Before death comes, the small black hole drawn by the gravitational ray twists and pulls the gravity of the orcs, making them There was a storm in the narrow space inside the battleship, documents and all kinds of small things were flying around...

And the instigator of this incident, Alan Bayer raised his saber. "Boy, why don't you fight with guys who are about your age?"

　If human beings continue to be entangled in race, sexual orientation, and ideology, they will only become one of the countless "alien" who have been destroyed by the "Empire" without even a name.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)