Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 216

The direction of the wind is changing, the verbal attacks in the streets and alleys and the large-scale invasion of the Imperial Guards drive into the courtyard where the Governor was once cast in Lemanus, the core of this world.

Interestingly, the anger of the hive city residents is not crazy. Although they are angry, they are more afraid. Unexpectedly, their feelings for the founding governor are very complicated, but on the contrary, the major hive city forces and families flock to .

For them, the founding governor is a tyrant, cutting off interests, oppression, and violence. So far, they have found a handle in the Imperial Guard, and everyone has pushed the wall down.

The fate of the monsoon is so capricious, just less than two days, probably more than a day, that is to say, when the standard is 37-40 Terra, the sky here will be turned upside down.

At the moment, in the state church, high-ranking officers of the Imperial Guard and four Astartes monks wore their own war equipment and stood in front of the coffin, but there was nothing in the densely packed coffin, only more than a dozen dog tags. There are several sets of clothes that look ordinary or even rough.

The skull inlaid on the church is watching here under the light, and the priest wearing a huge religious hat sings enthusiastically and loudly to those brave heroes. "The emperor is above, they have no father and no mother, but we know that their fathers are all heroes, raised by the empire, not afraid of sacrifice, they are warriors, heroes, victims, monks, martyrs!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory! For the Emperor!"

"It's all because of the emperor's gift, so that the toilers can lift their waists to rest, let those who are tired of life find peace, and let those who have been fighting endlessly rest in a coffin and bowl, and praise the emperor."

He closed the sacred tome, and the skull symbol of honor on it was rubbed from a real person's head, pasted on the coffin, and fitted with the skeleton on the front, to prove his loyalty and absolute obedience.

The Imperial Guard are not gods, they can't repair the corpses destroyed by the heat explosion, so they can only replace the stormtrooper heroes with their belongings, and they have no relatives or parents, and can only be picked up from their thin and scanty change of clothes set.

The colonel did not believe that souls needed such a ceremony to be valued by the emperor, but he had to admit that this was the best reward for this group of heroes, even if they were given honors or wealth, they might not be of any use to the loyal heirs of the Stormtroopers. usefulness.

They have nothing but are firmer and stronger than anyone else, God Emperor bless, how many such great people can there be in the empire?Looking at the state priest's saliva flying out, he felt something was wrong in his heart. In this universe, he believed in the emperor, but the heavy religious ceremony and communication made his body tired from the war even heavier.

The warm light of the stars shone in the stained glass of the church, and the heroes in those tombs were slowly carried to the cemetery. It was an incomparable honor to be buried in the Imperial Church, and those who saved the space warriors were also killed by Asta Special witnessed sending into the soil.

"Ashes to ashes to dust, the Emperor above, the dead rest forever!"

After the last few words of the long tome popped out, the officers of the Imperial Guard had to plunge into a new war without even mourning.

The Governor's Mansion, which is built by the Mechanician Cult and linked to geothermal energy, spreads throughout the core area of ​​the hive city. To be precise, it is the only main hive area that the Imperial Guard has not yet occupied.

The parading residents and the personal soldiers of the lords and nobles from all over the place, the troops commonly known as the PDF and the marching imperial guards have gathered in this low but terrifying black spire.

This is a complete killing machine fortress, large void shields and thick armor layers, light spears for orbital attacks and close-in guns, and the most important thing is those damn traitors and servants on it, nothing More practical than the number of people, manpower is the basis for the operation of such a huge equipment.

With well-trained cultists and fearsome heavy-duty servitors standing by on the design holes, and a parade of civilians with guns, it can be said that this war has begun before the Imperial Guard.

The rioting crowd is driven by the disappearance of relatives, lovers, evil experiments, religion or emotion. They are all imperial citizens who worship force. Automatic guns are almost their standard weapons. Bombs and individual grenades that flow into the black market even More powerful weapons are also available.

But soon, strafing followed, heavy bombs, automatic guns, logging guns, bloody, gunpowder, fighting, although there is no guidance from the eight-pointed star, it seems that it has nothing to do with the subspace, but he is, indeed Indeed, a traitor to a tyrant.

Whether it is a PDF or a citizen of the empire, they are all flesh and blood cracked under guns at this moment. Those cultists come from the hive world, and all the food in the castle is produced by Wiener. They are interlinked, but in the end the core resources all become this Huge courtyard castle stuff.

Its walls are protected by void shields to withstand orbital bombardment, with vast curtain walls to withstand direct attack, and surrounded by a vast network of laser defenses, any attack from a spaceship is tantamount to suicide.

These laser defense facilities can also be used to attack ground targets. All the roads leading to the fortress are protected by interlocking force fields, and three rings of defense are arranged in the huge open space around the vacated castle.

These measures protected warehouses, ditches, lines of defense, bunkers, support points, and pre-prepared artillery positions from invaders. The three lines of defense were in turn protected by barbed wire, anti-tank trenches, and thousands of minefields.

Any army attempting to attack Udun would be stalemate and eventually wiped out.

Therefore, the founding governor is still fearless. This castle is strong enough to resist the attack of the professional imperial guards for thousands of years. Even if the whole world is against him, even if the entire empire is the same. , used to store weapons, ammunition, fuel, clothing and other materials, all kinds of materials.

The most important thing is a group of interstellar pirates hired by the governor. They can leave the world from outside the hive through the huge underground equipment and plunder enough supplies.

For a long time, bright and dark materials have accumulated here, there are hundreds of thousands of machine servants, hundreds of thousands of heretics, and this ancient castle called Udon has become a huge arsenal.

The huge spider-like body is constantly operating and commanding this huge war machine in the center of the castle. For the sage, this matter is more like a game.

But compared to today's small troubles, he prefers the pinnacle of his casting ability, a heavy tank modeled after the biological technology of the Zerg and the Dark Eldar, the chassis is the Emperor Shiv, and the main gun is a monster full of corrosive poison , to be precise, it is a severely modified biological weapon.

It's hard to say how it can be seen clearly. This huge and terrifying monster is a bit like the Zerg's cannon worm but has the blood-ling style.

This gothic, spiky monstrosity squirms its sturdy exoskeleton, making frantic writhing noises, until a few trained drivers enter from a modified chassis, controlling a system that may resemble the Mad Glo Beast equipment.

In any case, the gigantic monster quieted down when they stepped into it, and the electromagnetism brought the nerve control equipment to completely quiet the twisted and painful monster. Because of the terrible acidic substances stored in its body, it caused its body to Trapped in an endless cycle of being destroyed, melted, regenerated.

It must not have mass production capability, let alone how terrible the materials needed to cast it are, just because the body rots, the biomass required for regeneration is astronomical, and the equipment and technology required to input those things are not ordinary mechanical priests affordable.

This grotesque and vicious creature was born to be a personal toy for Governor Melkor, for no other reason than that he had obtained the rights and abilities that allowed him to be so squandered, so he cast this thing.

Fearless, he gathered the resources of the three worlds and used countless means, commerce or plunder, so that much of the wealth of this star sector turned into a part of the thick adamantine on the walls of Udun, which has no decoration. The efficacy and most of the equipment are underground, so no one doubts how a governor can build such a behemoth.

At this moment, his madness and greed are more obvious. The arrival of the red pirates gave him unlimited rights. The defiant guy came extra crazy.

Thus was born this particular Baneblade, heavy armor or roaring servos slowly moving forward, the holy engine of the Empire was so stained, it was ugly.

But its machine soul has already been transformed into a mess. Driven by the chaotic biological will and engine, it is no longer difficult for the Poison Blade of the Imperial Guard to fire at the person it once protected.

Passing through the trenches and walls, protruding from the fine gold, the black hole muzzle, there is no warning or prompt, the roaring sound is similar to melting, but the distance is far and large, because it is not energy, it will not spread, but An anti-infantry weapon that melts in a single drop.

The flame-breathing tanks that once existed in ancient Terra are nothing compared to its crazy toxins, and the chaotic death is accompanied by the sound of human body corruption in that terrible symphony.

But with luck in the cruelty, those poor people didn't feel the pain, but instantly merged with the effusion pit sunken in the ground, turning into a mass of biomass that was easy to absorb, and the heavy tank drove out, and then crashed into it, like a The small beasts that have preyed on are extraordinarily deadly, greedily absorbing the liquid inside, even if the huge death and inorganic body melting caused by this shot can bury the entire Baneblade's huge body.

Such madness is lovely in the eyes of the casting governor, and his lovely work is coquettish and swaying its desire.

The mortals looked at this monster in amazement, and bravely shot at it, but the automatic guns and those useless shell ejectors were too weak to break the defense.

The bullets bounced on the thick exoskeleton and armor of the evil creation, and they couldn't even create what could be called traces. On the contrary, a single shot from the monster's poison blade was enough to vaporize hundreds of people.

Fear and madness spread through the parade, and some shouted the Emperor's blessings, or worshiped the name of some pope he knew.

Faith cannot guarantee their survival. The parade of tens of thousands of people on the square disappeared very quickly, even instantly. Only a few lucky people who witnessed the situation outside the killing shrank in the corner almost insanely.

When the cubs returned to their nests, the Governor was delighted. Tens of thousands of kilograms of biomass could be saved this time, and life, in his eyes, was just an accident of meaningless organisms mixed together, and his noble artificial creatures were special and beautiful, and they were born with a mission great difference.

And looking at the child, the sage, and the governor, who he has never been confused, he felt sad, because he had a bad fate and doubted his beliefs. The small scales on his body told him that he was a hybrid born of mutants.

The climate on Mars is terrible, and all the people he sees are inhumans who have abandoned their bodies. He hides in the heavy lead pipes that excrete chemicals and survives. Radiation once made him inhuman, and knowledge is the food and clothing that pulls him up.

If it weren't for his talent in genetic modification, he would never have changed his face, and the inhuman radiation mutation would definitely be enough for him to be burned to ashes by the Tribunal countless times.

At this moment, he is in a high position, giving happiness to countless people, but he is in chaos because of the arrival of space fighters and imperial guards. He could have cast more children. Those creatures are born beautiful, not mutated and ugly like him, and they will not doubt themselves Destiny is not superfluous.

Because, life is nothing more than that, and everything is not worth it...

And when the engines and soldiers of the Imperial Guard came here, there was no crowd of people in this hell, and there was no welcome in the lanes. There were only lunatics who were ignorant, piecemeal, crying on the side of the street or hitting the wall meaninglessly. There are shocking hollows in the huge open space near the castle, in front of the ditch, and outside the fortress.

The funnel-like thing made the colonel and even the Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon feel fear, and a trace of sweat fell down. This world is obviously mild, but at this moment, it makes people feel cold, unforgettable.

This is a short story of a perverted genius under the strong pressure of the empire to use his entire life to avenge his father who cast him. The segment has vague records for this heresy.

But for the citizens of this world, today they realize how terrible the usually gentle governor is inside, and the grotesque things they have seen and heard are told by a few survivors who are lucky enough to regain their sanity under the blessing of the Emperor's light.

Whether it is the Imperial Guard or the Space Marines, and even the people living in this forged world from all sides are afraid of that monster. They gave this thing a name, which is the local dialect, Yugo, and the original meaning may be It is a transliteration of dairy products inherited from ancient Terra, and its name represents that this thing can turn everything in this world into a soft and sticky "yogurt" and then swallow it all together.

　Yes, I'm spoofing()
　　They are, A Timeless Photocopy, The Rat in the Wall of Darkness at Smouth, and The Wechton Horror, respectively.

　　So it's Cthulhuven (seriously)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)