Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 215 The Worm in the Wall
"It's really polite, casting Governor, it's really rude to come uninvited, as a reward, I'll take a photo of you for tomorrow's front page, just use your current posture." The sergeant pressed the data pad, just this The horrific body was enough to ruin his reputation, but the governor didn't care.

"Do you think you can go back? Secondly, Brother Astartes, the minion of the empire, Falcon, do you think the Imperial Guard will treat the world well if I fall?" Looking at this soldier, fingers, to be precise, countless fingers are tapping on the control panel.

"Is it good for you to take refuge in Chaos?" the Master Chief asked.

"Does the Empire care about you?" the Governor asked the deadliest question. "After the Badab War, how many space fighters were killed by the high lord, and those unwarranted crimes were pinned on the heads of those heroes. This is your loyalty."

"It doesn't mean that you will be recognized if the blood is dry. In the final analysis, there is no essential difference between the Star Warrior and the Mechanicus, is there?" Aspects may be more "human" than present-day humans.

What's more, the Doom Eagle was born in the Ultramarines Chapter, the son of Guilliman, and he is the group with the purest blood. If it is normal, it is impossible for the Master Chief to be bewitched by him.

But the sliver of hope and expectation in his heart made this space warrior's thoughts already confused, and now he is even more uncertain.

"you said…"

The governor suddenly stopped at this moment. "Enough, time is over, Astartes, you were just in time to shoot." He pressed the button, and the buzzing of gears and strange things clicked appeared in the sound of servos.

The monsters in the petri dish raised their heads, looked around in a humane manner, and soon, greed for the basis of biomass crawled into their minds.

When the four muscular Astartes were in front of them, compared to the highly modified iron bump on the high platform, they attacked the Master Chiefs crazily with almost no need for control.

At this moment, the gene sage showed a trace of human pain, and then he was relieved. Although this group of bugs has not been completely controlled by him, but with such a large number, it is enough.

But even so, not only is the control system not perfect, but the number of warriors who have stepped out of the petri dish is only about 50, and even if subspace energy and demon flesh and blood are added, this group of things has only changed from crazy to quiet. little bit.

The power of the swarm is too strong, blocking the call of the worm nest and letting these beasts sleep forever is a problem. He paid such a high price to produce the worm warrior and its parasitic weapons...

However, he also knows when to do what. He squirms his huge body and goes out very quickly. This is his forbidden area. He knows best how to leave. In comparison, space warriors are much more passive.

Those horrific things with ripper claws and venom cannons were propelled forward by the biomass, and the Master Chief's angry bolt grazed the Governor's huge body, and was interrupted by a tit-for-tat samurai bug.

When the Master Chief wanted to ignore this damned giant creature, but was resisted by its complex and strong compound legs and roaring power sword, watching the gene sage leave, his anger reached the limit.

The falcon roared under the light of the destructive stand, he kicked away the roaring twisted face of this thing, the power sword penetrated into its head, after screaming and trembling, the warrior bug who lost the control of the swarm's will died from the most basic cutting.

But one leaves and the other comes out. The inferiority in numbers makes the Master Chief fall into a passive position. There are enemies on the left and right. Although it is a compulsory course for space warriors to fight more with less, he faces beasts that are not inferior to him in terms of physical fitness and equipment. , the sense of powerlessness persists.

The other battle-brothers brandished their weapons back to back, the monomolecular blades of the chainsword ripping through flesh and exoskeleton, but the burst of firework expressed only one thing, and that was the loss of the blade, which had to be replaced after a few more cuts. , but in the current situation, how to replace...

After cutting the bodies of several monsters, blood and armor flew in the air, bursting explosive bombs replaced the chainsaw sword, shooting at close range and fists and feet facing each other, cutting with a SLR saber.

When the nearest warrior bug scratched the space marine's shoulder plate with its tearing claws, the black plate under the armor was already visible to the naked eye, and he had to be pessimistic. "Sir, can we still retreat?"

The Master Chief's power machine was once again stained with alien blood, but the roaring bugs kept coming. It was difficult for their jet packs to function normally in such a room. The chainsaw sword collapsed, and the possibility of breaking out was extremely low. . "Live to die, brother."

He looked at the silent falcon in his hand, just like the spirit represented by this relic, at this moment he had to sacrifice heroically to pass on the spirit of destroying the eagle.

When the sharp bone knife sliced ​​through the armor on his arm, he exerted great force and severed the head of a chief warrior, something bigger and more ferocious.

But under the cover of his companion's corpse, another chief strikes, with powerful strength and wielding a special bone knife like a power sword, this terrifying parasitic weapon is even as powerful as the Silent Falcon.

The Master Chief was knocked to the ground. Even a soldier who could survive a round of Lemanus frontal cannons was hesitant due to fatigue, hesitation, and guilt, and he paid the price for it.

The bright red bone knife was raised high, the parasite roared like a server, and the chief warrior let out an even crazier greedy roar.

But what awaited him in the end was not the honor of returning to the golden throne, nor the roaring bells of Terra mourning the hero's soul, but a small, much smaller mortal man, shouting with a melta gun. "For the Emperor!"

Sizzling, the sound of air evaporating and the golden solution of chitin exoskeleton that were too familiar to the space fighters, the Master Chief realized that the colonel was not as prepared as he said...

He stood up holding his weapon and looked at the monsters that were about to move in the countless petri dishes. Explosive bombs, hot melt, lasers, and hell guns, with the help of the stormtroopers, almost instantly tore apart the complex swarm. Vaporize all the samurai bugs.

But more monsters came out of the petri dish, waving their flesh and blood greedily, and the stormtroopers with mortal bodies were torn apart almost instantly. Those brave mortals could barely escape the greedy fight of the tearing claws, but the warrior insects would not only Get active.

Almost instantly, the blood scattered on the metal ground, but the heroes from the Faithful Academy would not be afraid, relying on the time bought by the death of their companions, the scattered and close stormtroopers smashed the bug's body with hot melt.

Even so, it is still profitable for the empire, even a steady profit without loss. No matter how elite they are, they are just mortals.

In this dark universe, no individual life is truly invaluable. If you put aside all beliefs and auras, even the Primarch is not very important to this empire. In the end, it just depends on how much credit and ability he can exert. .

A group of 20 Stormtroopers effectively used their lives to delay the enemy, and the Space Marines beheaded. In just a few minutes, the warrior bugs were slaughtered, lost the will of the swarm, and had no one to command, even if their wildness and instinct provided their powerful force. Combat power, but now also lost the most important tactical ability.

Beasts are just beasts, far from real swarms, but even so, mortals have lost more than half.

After killing the living bugs and destroying a large number of petri dishes, the biological liquid and dead warrior bugs even filled the narrow laboratory, but the founding governor has disappeared.

The Master Chief thanked the Stormtrooper with mixed emotions. "Thank you, for the Emperor."

The Stormtrooper only responded with the Skyhawk Ritual as the highest recognition, but for him, this thank you from the demigod was enough honor for his operation.

Money and worldly pleasures are no longer important to the Stormtroopers. They are the Emperor's currency, not the largest denomination or the most numerous, but vital.

But the governor will not let them go. After a few rapid ground sounds and vibrations, the destruction program of the equipment is also activated. Although it is often said that a self-destruction program is added to the secret facility, it seems that using tens of millions of catties of explosives to destroy this area It's stupid and easy to take advantage of.

But the best way to hide a secret is to destroy it, and it has always been that way.

"Damn heresy." The Master Chief cursed secretly, picked up the two eyeballs on his belt, and approached the gate as fast as he could.

[Permission has expired] The Gothic language on the electronic screen spoke dark green icy words. The Master Chief picked up the long sword, and the blood-stained blade sliced ​​across the iron gate. rang.

"Permission... My authority is my sword!" He kicked vigorously, and the entire adamantine gate collapsed, and the smoke that was raised made it difficult to see the road clearly. They resisted the fog and moved forward.

The machine servants in front kept shooting, and the depleted uranium flintlock pistol sank into the Master Chief's chest, but Superman's body was immune to radiation and piercing wounds. He just swung his power sword, like a demon from hell, and instantly cut off those disgusting machines.

Wet parts and hardware spilled, motor oil or blood mixed, and bolters and hellguns roared, tearing the way for the Master Chief to make his way to the surface.

At this moment, the Master Chief had to sigh again, when was the last time he fought side by side with mortals?At this moment, Falcon's curse is also broken, there is no life to death, only heroes and heroes.

The mortal took the curse instead of him, and he had nothing to repay. He could only insert his own sword into the emergency passage leading to the surface. The thick adamantine gate was the first challenge he encountered, at least during his long service life. Among them, few heretics and aliens can build such a thick defense.

Adamantite is priceless, and it is no exaggeration, the solid gold in this iron gate is enough to cast a Lemanus!
"Huhu...huhu..." Continuous fighting and weakness, wounds and fatigue, it was hard for him to imagine that he still had the strength to cut through this thing that he couldn't do it with all his strength.

But comrades-in-arms, mortals, brothers, and the battle situation are all on his shoulders. "My emperor! My ancestors! If you still protect the soul of the empire, help me!"

"Give it to me, break it open!"

He roared and shouted, his withered physical strength reached the critical point, and then collapsed, but soon, a steady stream of power came from Falcon, this sharp power sword, which was inlaid with complex runes on the sword body, which was the first generation The Chapter Master's blessing so far, there is no sword of curse, no destruction, they are the sons of Guilliman, they are the warriors of the ghost mountain.

Stains, sizzling, this is the first time I have witnessed such a gorgeous fireworks. The Stormtrooper looked at the giant as if he was about to open the sky and the earth, and the fingers holding the hell gun were also sweating. He bowed his head, praying to the Emperor.

And the silver sun just shines on them, because he knows that his children will not be so fragile.

Humming, buzzing, refined financialization, clicking, booming, the gears are turning, the huge explosion-proof door is activated, and the countdown is also returning to 3, 2 at this moment...

Running, running crazily, whether it is a god or a mortal, but at this moment the stormtroopers must be slow, they will die, the heat of those explosions is too deadly, there is no doubt that they will die, and they will die generously.

Captain Stormtroopers closed his eyes, almost, the Emperor is coming to pick him up...

But he just felt a lightness in his body, and the four space warriors hugged them up and moved forward at the fastest speed. The Stormtrooper felt like he was on a motorcycle at this moment, and the wind could blow through his mask. I feel that, for space fighters, it seems that there is no burden for one person to bring two to three adult males...

Next is the sunshine, the long-lost thing, the hive is bustling, what is this place?Looking at the statue of the emperor, the surprised civilians, is this the central square?
central square? !Captain Stormtroopers is usually calm and neither angry nor happy, but now he is cursing. "Emperor! Everyone here will die!"

Aware of the situation, the Sergeant Chief stood in the back at this moment, put down the soldiers in his hands, and lifted up the blast door with all his strength, loaded with a thousand catties of fine gold, and at the last second of the explosion, he contained all the power inside.

He didn't have the confidence to resist, but after a while, the living stormtrooper suddenly pressed his small body against the iron gate without fear of death, followed by his brother, whose strength was getting stronger and stronger, so that the explosion was nothing, Even though the golden hair is so hot that it scares him, his mission is perfect now...

Live to the death!

Humming, buzzing, intense smoke, curious people, and there is actually a secret passage under the emperor's statue that is usually considered inaccessible. Too much chaos gathered in the hive capital, and several major noble families , the local state religion came successively.

They looked at those demigods in surprise and fear, slumped under the emperor's statue, seemingly devoid of loyalty and purity, but holding up the data board and speaking. "Now, you should know the real situation, stop dreaming, wake up!"

(End of this chapter)