Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 221 Establishment of the Pangea Sub-sector Supply Network

That kind of concentrated acid attacked with a disgusting aura, accurately and fatally splashed in front of the flying angel, and the feeling of death burst out from the Master Chief's body instantly.

He took out the explosive bomb almost instantly, shot at the acid, and fired several shots, together with the shooting of the war brothers, barely breaking those deadly things before the biomass touched the Destroyer Eagle.

But even so, those shells that fell to the ground due to loss of power were still extremely deadly, and even just passing by them paralyzed several Heretic engines.

"I can't believe it!" The Master Chief looked at the weapon on the ground as if it had been bombarded by the melta at close range. This was an almost incomprehensible destructive power, making the melta weapon surpass the limit of energy transmission and become an extremely terrifying weapon.

He didn't dare to imagine what he would look like when he was hit, and the second round of "saliva" from the devil soon followed. He didn't want to die, so he had to give up his mobility, even the heavy projectiles of the Hydra anti-aircraft tank could not lock Those Astartes flying so fast.

But casting the governor's favorite child can use a biological brain comparable to a computer to lock in the craziest war situations. The equipment is the neural link for intubation in the back of the brain.

When his body was attached, consciousness communicated with each other, and the fury from the monster climbed into his mind, he felt that he was a god.

But although this super-heavy tank is terrifying, it can't change the war. No race will think that a super-strong individual soldier can change the wind of the war, otherwise the Zerg will develop a more powerful and crazy behemoth.

However, it has to be said that such investment is extremely cost-effective to produce normal war weapons, but the technology of control and mastery has always been lacking in the empire.

It is also doomed that the governor will change to study this giant tank that is so feared by the citizens of the empire that it is called Yugo for complete control, instead of the samurai bug that is better in terms of cost performance and combat capability.

If the genetic sage of this world, founding the governor, was born in the dark age of mankind, maybe his knowledge can contribute to the thriving mankind, and maybe he can open up a new path for the imperial technology that is troubled by psionic energy and subspace.

But this is the chaotic Warhammer universe, a place without hope, he is destined to be corrupted by chaos, and die without a place to bury him, so no matter what era he is in, he is destined to be like this.

The space fighters entered the enemy's armored forces like migratory birds falling into the forest. Afraid of losing their vital strength, the Governor did not continue to attack. He could only turn his spearhead to the Imperial Guard's troops first.

That war behemoth was surrounded by dozens of Lemanus and many pilgrim-like fanatics, and wishful thinking believed that the enlightened ones, the gene sages, and the prophets of the red pirates could lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Colonel Ke Lane had just recovered from the continuous shelling, and had to face the continuous enemy attacks, so he was even more exhausted physically and mentally.

In the dark night, the reconnaissance team was unable to detect the enemy's position due to the confrontation of front-line soldiers, and the Destroyer Eagle could not soar into the sky to report the situation. The enemy was moving, but the Imperial Guard could only stick to it. Without bunkers and defensive equipment, their temporary Trenches and war engines can only be bombarded continuously with heavy fire.

Maybe it’s because the sky couldn’t stand it anymore. In the summer thunder and lightning, the clouds in the sky became more and more dense, and finally turned into thunderstorms and fell on the ground. Stick it inside.

Lemanus' shelling grazed the top of the Salamander command tank, Colonel Lane felt the raindrops on him, and watched the bustling lights moving forward against the rain in the distance.

He commanded the Partorian soldiers on the temporary front to move forward. They could only rely on anti-tank grenades to deal with the main battle tanks of the Empire, but fortunately their iron will was covered by raindrops, and their poor vision and devastating effect on infantry Destruction, let them close to the enemy with a small (still lost several companies) cost.

Throw those thick and a bit "fat" cluster anti-tank mines into the enemy's gun barrel, and then four people ran out of the tank door like a catapult, and then the flames blazed, Lemanu next to this tank Si Geng was thrown away by the impact force, lying on the ground sideways, tightly wrapped by mud.

Those escaped drivers and crews were not spared, but the emperor was merciful. Although the soldier who threw his life into the grenade was disheartened, he was killed because he pulled the fuse and was sure to run extremely fast after falling into the tank. survived.

But there is still a lot of time for this kind of meat-grinding battle. At least before the enemy's huge army is exhausted, the air here will still be filled with a sense of lethality that cannot be eliminated by heavy rain. I don't know if it is because of the existence of subspace or the heat and steam of artillery fire. The weather on the battlefield is always prone to bad weather.

The bigger and more brutal the war, the easier it is. The armored troops of the Empire twist their huge bodies forward, under the cover of the Partoria Legion who is not afraid of death, tanks, the enemy's, the Empire's, staggered, Shoot each other and spread a line of death across this plain of ruins.

Shooting, roaring, killing, bayonets, guns, tracks, military boots, all these messy things ravage each other and trample together, monomolecular blades, hot melt, anti-tank grenades, laser guns, main guns, all human war equipment in theory Playing this piece of music.

But the irony is that, as if by some secret decision, when playing songs in this chaotic war museum, a monster that does not belong to history sticks out its head.

It was a painting of personal twisted desires. Some people may regard it as a work of art, while others think it is extremely profane. When that nightmare poked its head out, someone who knew what it was doing shouted. "Yug is here!"

Sizzling, like the sound of a poisonous snake, in this dark universe once again awakens the fear of those things that are disgusting in the long-sleeping genes of human beings.

This disgusting biological creation is awakening the fastest fear of mankind. Like a poisonous snake, it spits out venom, and it is a totem. It also angered the loyal guard soldiers.

The meat grinder battle became more and more brutal, foul words were swearing at each other, and the blades and wars continued. It may even be because of the same kind. They were much braver than when they were dealing with green skins. Shovel, fist without shovel, teeth.

Some were fighting in the mud soup, some were avoiding the deadly breath of the poisonous dragon, but some were hidden in the chaos, looking forward to slaying the dragon.

After a few faint and inaudible clicks on the battlefield, the warrior who destroyed the eagle shook off the filthy bodily fluids on his hands. "Cleaned up." He put down the corpse of the rebel in his hand, and then stuffed the guy who changed the double-headed eagle into an eight-pointed star under the advancing Lemanus tracks.

And just like that, another too many, accidental run-ins occur, and they're murderous angels, and they're proficient at it.

Now they were going to be hunters, hunting the enemies of the empire as always, only this time the enemies were bigger and much more ruthless.

They sneak on the battlefield like hunters crawling in the forest, as if mud and killing, artillery fire or other things have become their cover, slowly approaching their prey.

At dawn, the enemy attacked again, and the artillery fired the first shot. The artillery shells of the enemy artillery rained down again. Bloody battles in every chaotic trench (still being dug during the war, anyway, what started out as a thin, shallow trench had grown to a full four in one night).

And many people actually ignore that the genetic sage is not the essence of a warrior, and his body is by no means a transcendent existence. He has a specialization in surgery. Recovered from the sudden attack.

Under the colonel's sensitive command, he tore open the defense gap on the Eastern Front, which was the shortage of troops caused by the space fighters. Pan Lan's [-]st Armored Regiment rolled up the enemy's defense at the fastest speed, double-teaming from inside to outside.

The Imperial Guard, whose numbers were already an advantage, began to shrink like the fishing nets surrounding them.

Soon, the tide of battle began to turn, the methodical battleship bombardment tore through the traitors' defenses, coupled with the counterattack of the heavily armored regiments, the flames combined with the methodical and well-trained Imperial Guard soldiers.

The storm has passed, and the muddy ground has slowed down the vehicle. At the same time, the reconnaissance team can finally report the ground information, allowing the fleet to accurately shoot the enemy from the void, while Partoria's soldiers directly stepped over those things with their flesh and blood. , and then exchange the melta, bombs, and anti-tank grenades to the traitors who showed off their strength before.

The Colonel was at the right time and place, and his Salamander tank also began to charge. When the first beam of light spear landed on the enemy's core area, the Colonel held the saber in his hand, and a blue light appeared on the blade's destruction position. He roared. "The time is up, the major alliances, the staff of each team, the enemy is tired, attack them, for the emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The two-month-long, magnificent station finally sounded the prelude to the curtain, which was as magnificent as peacetime, a song that made the heart beat, composed of sacrifices and artillery fire.

The guard team tore apart the enemy's front line, those cultists and rebels were killed by the loyalists, the powerful shipboard artillery continued to attack the enemy, and the heavy armor company easily sent Lemanus to hell.

Essentially the Doge lost when the Imperial Guard gained hearts, and by the time the Tau killed his body, he had already lost.

At this moment, the interface at the back of the governor's head is aching, as if reminding him that you are nothing without those bodies.

He didn't believe it, he didn't understand, and he was merging with his most satisfying work at the moment, but he didn't realize that the feelings of this war machine were affecting him instead.

Even the machine soul of the knight titan would bring dire consequences to the operator, and even change the personality. What's more, this real monster was already dead when the governor inserted his head into it for combat power.

That behemoth roared to resist one, two, three Lemanus, even more guard soldiers, more shelling, the imperial guard's attack was strong, and the violent impact of shells touched the Governor's nerves even more, making it He gradually became angry and numb.

When the Salamander commanded the tank, Colonel Ryan came to him in the twilight. The dazzling light interfered with the giant beast's eyes, and the conduction became dull for a moment. With the roar of the engine, the power sword was inserted into the terrifying giant beast. In the middle of the eyeballs, the heroic noble officer shouted the emperor's name, and the governor only felt a tingling pain on his forehead until he became dizzy.

Such a heroic act terrified the cultists and swelled the morale of the imperial guards. They feared the death of this behemoth, and feared being judged by the empire, tortured, and transformed into slaves or machine servants.

Those fears and feelings are now pervasive, guided by the energy of the warp, and inflated by this war monster that only relies on the wisdom and energy of the Supreme Heaven. Yes, it seems to be able to feel psionic energy, in other words, strong human emotions.

It can't be used, but those things make it sober and furious like a stimulant. The giant beast keeps shaking its body. Colonel Lane was surprised, and he grabbed its armor exoskeleton tightly, only feeling that his arm was so sore that it was almost broken, and So he let go of his powered saber.

"Emperor! Help me..." He couldn't help muttering. The Imperial Guard soldiers who wanted to help because of the strong shaking had to dodge to avoid being crushed. Some people wanted to shoot and kill the enemy, but they had to worry about the colonel. situation.

Under difficult circumstances, someone suggested that Colonel Ryan should be sacrificed so that the Imperial Guard can quickly select an alternate commander. When the Sun Lord arrives, a new troop commander will appear.

In times of crisis, they can only aim at the muzzle and prepare shells. If they don’t shoot, the colonel will die from being crushed. If they shoot, he will die from "accidental injury".

The main gun was adjusted and aimed, and death followed like a shadow, but at the very nick of time, the roar came, and the falcon swooped down from the sky. No one knew how many brave and loyal deeds those space warriors had done, but countless people realized that things were turning around.

The Master Chief landed on the giant, grabbed the monster's exoskeleton tightly, and took out the melta bomb. "You've done a good job, Colonel Ryan." This was the first time he called the young man by his name. The proud Falcon recognized his partner, and the Partorias are worthy of their trust!
The colonel said in his busy schedule. "Thank you, Angel."

Then the sergeant grabbed the colonel with one hand, and then stuffed the melta bomb into the wound cut by the power saber, the jet pack sprayed, and after a low roar, there was a buzz, the crew inside the heavy tank, and the tank itself The core is all melted by heat to make a paste.

This century's rare (probably more) imperial genius finally died, and at this moment the colonel landed under the embrace of an angel like the spokesperson of God, the soldiers performed the eagle salute, and the traitor knelt down and surrendered.

At this moment the colonel inserted his regimental flag into the war-stained land like a victor, and shouted. "The expeditionary legion, the Pangea sub-sector, and the supply network have been established, and we are now going to drive the red pirates out of our empire!"

"For the Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)