Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 19 Blood Ax Boss
The rumbling mushroom cloud and the big stuff fell in the middle of the square of the once human city, the loudest and biggest explosion you can imagine.

The dust rushed to the clouds, but the orc's thick skin and rough bones, everything you can imagine, he is like a huge main battle tank, and now his thigh is also blown off a right leg.

The wound was scorched brown, his muscles contracted due to anger, the blood was blocked, green muscles, white tendons, and drips of red blood.

His green skin was stained with dust, and his whole body was tattered. The boys looked sideways, surprised at the accident.

And the boss is not stupid, he knows exactly who was messing around here just now. "You actually! You took down my favorite bench!"

The boss raised his big click, but found that his weapon had been blown to pieces. He could only raise his big fist and charge at the blood ax boy, but he couldn't touch the bloody boy because he was missing a leg. kid.

He bluffed and yelled at the mad doctor next to him. "Give me the leg, hand it to me!" To the greenskins, the broken limb didn't matter at all, as long as they were simply stitched together, they could continue fighting as normal.

But the large pistol shot rumblingly, blocking the green-skinned crazy doctor who was about to strike.

"Don't move, boys, I'm your new boss!"

One-Eyed took out Catachan's long blade and approached the green-skinned boss lying on the ground. The dead-skull boss's cheeks were blue, although he had already painted a lot of blue paint.

"What are you doing, you disgusting..."

Before he could finish his words, the long blade sank into his head, stirring the green-skinned brain inside, rattling, and when the boys came to their senses, the boss was already lying on the ground motionless.

died?it's over?

One Eye severed his head with the long blade and held it aloft. "Now, I am the boss!"

The other greenskins shouted quickly. "One-eyed boss! One-eyed boss!"

The deafening sound echoed in the sky, cut through the long fern forest, and spread to an unknown place. When Alan Baier, who was resting on the top of the watchtower, suddenly woke up, when did he sleep here tiredly?

He looked around, did such a stupid thing by himself?
John's voice came. "Boss, continue to sleep, you are too tired."

He sat on the battlements and looked into the distance through a telescope.

"The support queue will come immediately, four teams, we can take it easy."

Alan Baier rubbed his cheek. "Wake me up next time, it's not time for a nap."

John answered absently. "Yes, boss."

Alan Baier rubbed his head, looking at the impenetrable forest, the hot and humid wind blowing from afar, from the steel city to the hive capital, he was not sure if he was still alive.

John lit a fire on the top of the sentry tower, next to the fire was a row of batteries, relying on the thermal energy conversion system of the energy battery to provide the energy for the laser gun, they had reached this point.

Although there were newcomers to help in the afternoon, the fear of the green skins was not engraved in his heart.

When the deep primitive jungle is placed in front of him, Alan Bayer sometimes can't tell who he is, the so-called time travel, the so-called sense of superiority, or what.

He has never been given preferential treatment for this thing, and the only thing that can make him feel at ease is to try to do all the things.

he asked John. "I heard that those who perform well in the Star Militia Army can stay on the planet after the battle is over."

John replied. "Boss, it must be that the planet's defense force has been severely damaged to such a situation that only one regiment of the Star Militia will be arranged to replenish."

Alan Bair said. "But, but it should be nice to not have to continue wandering in the boundless universe."

John didn't answer.

When the smell of burning green skin spores and rotten leaves in the air was oppressive and made them inhale their stomachs, the good and bad days in the hive capital would never come back.

Fortunately, Alan Bayer has no family members, or he doesn't know who his family members are. He came here through time travel, but he didn't inherit any memories. He only has the basic knowledge of this world. It may be because the place where the memory is stored in the head is separated. Or is one's experience counted as part of the soul?

But he didn't give up because of this, but quickly adapted to the new life according to the ID card on his body.

But even Alan Bayer, who quickly adapted and survived in the hive, could not bear the cruelty of the imperial battlefield, the fear and helplessness of death, the huge and terrifying green skins, and the countless times of despair suppressed by the order in the hive.

When the time passed by, he suddenly noticed the battle flag of the Star Militia Army or the third regiment of Cadiz floating in the distance, he patted his cheek and shouted to John.

"The recruits are here, take good care of them!"

John nodded, and then imitated the sound of the beast in a vicious way, and let out a long cry.

A moment later, colorful light beams came from the forest, causing Alan Bayer and John to laugh, and saw their former selves from these guys.

Maybe they figured out a little why the veterans kept them behind.

When the soldiers approached, Alan Baier went to receive them and counted how many people there were. Interestingly, one queue, five teams of soldiers, about 50 people, none of them had a higher rank than him.

Coupled with the stupid behavior just now, this should be the recruits from the Hive Capital. God knows what they have experienced, but it is probably not worth mentioning compared to the experience of Alan Baier.

Alan Baier calmly ordered them what to do, such as the first team to maintain the trenches, the second team what to do, and the five remaining veterans, who were also members of his original team, have now become non-commissioned officers and can also command them .

When the manpower was replenished in the team and the outpost began to be busy, Alan Baier asked for a scent of incense and a familiar voice.

It was a beautiful blond hair, and her mechanical arm was holding a precious long metal box, in which lay the weapon given to the best soldiers in the human empire, the hell gun.

The smoke that soothes the spirit of the machine is lingering on it. Is it the modified smoke generator on the girl or something, maybe it can be understood as a body fragrance?
And Madam Mechanical Priest showed a smile on her face. "We meet again, Ensign Alan Bair."

"The next weapon training will be carried out by me. Remember, the soul of the machine will beep, Om Messiah is here."

Seeing his old acquaintance, Alan Baier couldn't help but relax. When he put on the new carapace gratefully, it was a kind of defensive armor made of ceramic steel, which was strong enough to resist the shooting of laser guns.

He also carried the unique large energy battery backpack that the hell gun had, and held the black imperial blade in his hand.

"How about it, am I handsome?"

He is showing the carapace armor, which is similar to the color scheme used by Kashezin. It is mainly green and camouflage patterns, which looks more futuristic than the armor armor.

But the Mechanic Priest's eyes were only on the canned supplies just delivered...

Alan Baier, a little lost, okay, just a little.

(End of this chapter)