Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 232 Today, Deliver "Goods" to Your Door

The ice cave looks cold and quiet but is actually full of life. When the soldiers fiddled with the ice, they saw the frozen dead inside as if they were alive yesterday. Tens of thousands of years of fighting here have left a lot of "legacy" for this huge place. .

If you don’t want to become a frequent visitor of the ice here, you must survive, war, victory, after all, those dilapidated dead are like prisoners in a prison, making people doubt whether their souls can leave...

A sense of desperation pervades this place, and if you can’t survive, you will become one of them. The corpses in the ice seem to be saying this, but most people still don’t care. They are the walking dead driven by all kinds of despair. , now there is even a chance to get out of here, it is the emperor's blessing.

But the thoughts of those recruits hadn’t flowed for too long, they only heard the chief of staff shouting and controlling, new things were coming, continuously, but when the Sun Lord stood in front of them, those troubles and pains disappeared.

The confused person who was still holding a can of hair just now will wake up after his arrival, and look at the greatest person in the underground with a little admiration. It is hard to imagine that such a commander will come to such a front line. Some people can't help it. He felt that if he hadn't been born here, they wouldn't deserve to fight side by side with him for the rest of their lives.

It turns out that removing all the bad marks of a person's life and looking only at his success makes anyone a "saint" of history, and this situation has become more and more serious at the end of this dark No. 40 millennium.

Alan Baier walked up to the high platform, raised his head and held his chest high. He could feel the fiery emotions of many young people below, and he knew that they were going to tear apart the cultists who suppressed them. He already had many plans in his mind, as usual, Bold and cautious, and love adventure.

A large part of the success of the Sun Lord lies in his adventurous spirit, which has flourished in the dark age of mankind. It has allowed mankind to set foot in the entire universe and develop countless amazing technologies.

It is also the emperor's favorite thing, the spirit of pioneers, the spirit of experimenters, although adapting to the environment is the rational choice of smart people, but in most cases, history is created by people who blindly move forward and change the environment.

This is the most powerful power of the Sun Lord. His spirit and action have shaped today's Skadi, turning the tide from countless demons, one time at a time.

The pioneer stood on the high platform at this moment, speaking to those who were confused. "Attack the enemy's core area from the truck line! Because we have found the ones who deserve revenge, those stupid and greedy things."

He held up the vellum, on which was written the name of the culprit who caused Skadi to be bombed and his compatriots to be enslaved, and the evidence of his crimes.

At this moment, as long as soldiers who know how to read and write, they will angrily criticize the Low Gothic language written by cultists, and tell their friends and comrades about the crime.

Alan Baier re-emphasized at this moment. "Damn it, the Grand Inquisitor, Walden, betrayed the empire by using public interests for personal gain, and caused the disappearance of millions of lives. This is an unforgivable crime!"

The soldiers clenched their weapons tightly, their fighting spirit was high, they knew that their blood revenge could be avenged, the excitement and feeling could not be dissipated around them for a long time, and this cruel universe was hopeless, it was brought by the sun lord possibility.

They started marching in an orderly manner, and were loaded onto the trucks that originally transported the goods. The veterans were responsible for driving or adjusting morale, or accompanying the vehicles. tool on.

The entire army goes down the transport road built by the cultists, or the nobles who managed the place before. The road cast on ice blocks can barely strengthen the truck's grip enough to drive, poor lighting and potholes. It seems to be emphasizing that this place is almost in ruins.

Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, sits in the only armored vehicle used by the commander here, a heavily remodeled piece of crap with so many unnecessary decorations that it's hard to describe it as a Chimera.

With dangling skeletal decoration racks on the car body and "bobblehead" toys made of broken human bones, Alan Baier has to admit that those traitors are always refreshing when they waste the few remaining aesthetics of the empire.

The Chief of Staff fiddled with the thing and asked him. "Why did you get it off?" While distinguishing whether the waist of this bobblehead doll is a finger or a shin, after all, it has been artificially modified in such a way that it is no longer clear.

Alan Bair just drove forward and talked. "Can you tell the difference?"

The chief of staff shook his head. "They're all human."

Alan Baier pointed to his body in thick winter clothes. "Then can you tell if I'm a traitor or an Imperial Guard?"

The chief of staff shook his head. "I can't see the uniform, I can't tell the difference."

Alan Baier nodded. "So, I sent them to their door today and took my own people directly into the castle. The exterior of the deflagration gun looks like a special type of automatic gun. Those illiterates can't recognize it in eight lifetimes. We went in like this, found important areas, and then Build defenses."

"How bold! What should we do if our troops are insufficient? Advance step by step, be surrounded by enemy forces, and then be wiped out. Basically, only space fighters can carry out such actions. For a huge force like ours, the burden is greater than the benefit. Bigger! A lot of people will die!" The chief of staff explained the core issue, but I have to say that he made a good judgment, and Alan Bayer just said.

"I know that many people will die, but if they die, will they join the Imperial Guard? And, I think only those who survive can serve as the Fifth Skadi Infantry Regiment and join the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment."

The staff officer looked a little dodgy. "How old are those recruits? Is it worth it? If you leave it to the veterans and reduce the size of the troops, you can achieve better results whether it is sneaking or enemy guerrilla warfare."

Alan Baier said, "But we don't have time. The Red Pirates' invading force will launch a counterattack soon. They have suffered from various things in the past six months. If we can't take down Skadi and use this as a supply point to move forward Squeeze, most of this star sector will soon return to the hands of the traitors." He opened the kettle in his hand and took a sip of coffee against the poor heater in the car. The six internal organs are trembling.

The performance of this broken car is too poor, and it is extremely difficult to keep the car barely above zero. oil), Alan Bair looked at the chief of staff as if waiting for his answer.

"Yes, we don't have much time, but..." the staff officer felt a little sympathetic, but this time it was Alan Bayer who said. "War is the best furnace, the furnace of death."

Yes, every soldier is raw ore, shaping them into pure gold cannot avoid purification, but their behavior is cruel and terrifying. In this universe, such things are extremely advocated by the empire today, not because Alan Bayer is willing to become The commander of this era, but he has done everything he can to help this bloated and disgusting empire.

There is no doubt that this is a bad time. Listening to the noise of the roaring engine of the Chimera transformed by the cultists, the journey has reached the end close to the center of the earth. The temperature here has begun to rise, and the heating in the car has even reached ten degrees. Above, people can shed sweat.

At some point, the ice cubes turned into rocks, and the lights shone on. It looked like ordinary dirt, but it was very hard.

Then the Sun Lord once again felt that the place that people could not reach in the ancient Terra era, even the core of the earth that may exist in hell, is actually just a warm place, and it can be opened up just by the empire's thinking. The place.

But why is it built in the center of the earth, is it to deceive people?But there are many uninhabited areas on the surface, and it is impossible for people to live outside the hive capital. Even scavengers must rely on cities to survive...

And the artificial light source suddenly hit his face, making his thoughts stagnate. It was a lumen tower, to be precise, countless, just like the lumen tower of the stars, or in other words, it was as wonderful as the "eyes" used by scallops to sense light. The spots are inlaid on the body of a huge monster made of metal.

Numerous sentry towers, outposts, and checkpoints are built along the rugged rock walls, surrounding the entire fortress, and this huge war fortress looks like a... church, to be precise, it should be similar to an Anglican church, but there are many The symbol of the Black Mechanic Cult, to be precise, is the chaotic eight-pointed star behind the half-mechanical half-skeleton of the Mechanic Cult.

"The Mechanicus, the Space Marines, the Inquisitor, well, we can have a game of mahjong together." Alan Bayer looked at this strange place with great interest. It looked like an Anglican church, but there were More armed, thicker armor, bigger, visually it may be as huge as a city.

At this moment, the Sun Lord had no choice but to be thankful that he had no frontal attack. This thing could not be taken down without heavy firepower. Defensive arrays, several void shield generators and a massive lance anti-orbit system.

"Emperor, what is this thing?" The chief of staff was frightened. After all, such a size would take at least thousands of years to build, and those terrible war equipment have been silently entering the interior of Skadi, deeply Heart?
The empire's control over the world seems to be too bad?Certainly not, the power of the empire is corrupt and insensitive. No one can gather such power without the consent of the empire. Given its church-like shape, it seems that the empire has long been willing to build Skadi into a fortress world , It's just that the project is too big and the delay is too long.

It was supposed to be a bridgehead against the invasion of Chaos, but now it has become a place where evil is entrenched, which makes people sigh, and the equipment seems to have been fully installed, so those Chaos traitors should be preparing to transform it into a more suitable place to serve the gods.

"Damn it." The staff officer cursed secretly, but Alan Baier said. "Take off your hat, that beautiful big Imperial staff hat."

He immediately took off his hat, but there was no place to put it. At this moment, the Sun Lord speeded up and drove to the gate of the outpost. The chief of staff could only stuff the hat under his buttocks. Next, the cultists at the gate of the outpost came to question .

To be honest, this place is not very good. The lumen tower hit the car body directly, as if someone who should be managed came here. There were heavy logging guns on the sentry tower, and the person who asked the question was even more vicious.

Alan Bayer opened the door of the armored vehicle, opened the latch, and adjusted the buckle. The tedious movements made him even more upset.

When the car door opened, he spoke in a more serious tone. "Number, origin, why you entered the fortress, and then register your name, personal information, and contact method on your personal tactical tablet." This person was wearing a snow uniform of the Star Militia Army, and Alan Baier secretly cursed a traitor in his heart.

Then spoke in poor Low Gothic. "Sir, I am not literate. If possible, I think I can apply for assistance from my commander."

"Who is your commander?" Alan Bair said with a dismissive face on the traitor's face. "Well, it's Grand Inquisitor Walden, sir. Look at the team behind here, they are all gifts from him, sir." As Alan Bayer took out the letter, the face of the cultist quickly changed from pale to pale. Pale, and then opened the door in a dignified manner, and removed the barricades.

"Please come in, next time you don't need to say so much, just hug me by your name, I'm offended..." He became very gentle, and the arrogant guy before disappeared, after all, he was the only one who could show off his might The place is here, even if the people coming are such a large convoy, he can still disgust the other side.

Alan Bayer stepped on the accelerator, and the car body slowly entered the interior of the fortress, shrinking its body beside it, making the staff officer who wanted to make himself less conspicuous look particularly funny now.

He picked up his crumpled hat, cursing. "Enough, it's unbearable, your crazy plans."

Alan Baier closed the car door. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Do you think I'm the one who will be hindered by this little traitor?"

said the staff officer. "No, of course not, it's just...we'll follow."

Alan Bayer took out his side gun, then handed the steering wheel to the chief of staff, and said. "Did you see that warehouse, crash into it?"

"What? Warehouse? Hit? That's iron!" the staff officer shouted.

Emphasis Alan Bair. "It's just a matter of bumping into TM, and the next step is our main stronghold. I think the warehouse is big enough, and there are a lot of good goods in it!"

The chief of staff gritted his teeth and stepped on the gas pedal, the engine roared, and countless working cultists shouted to tell the engine to slow down, but they only saw the car door suddenly opened, and a young man held a ridiculous small gun and shot at the steel gate.

They laughed, this car is absolutely finished, it’s a pity that such a good Chimera, and they planned to wait to pick something from the corpse, but the next second, a flash of light flashed, the metal gate turned into magma, and the Chimera armored car passed through the door As they entered, the following trucks sprayed projectiles at them.

Walking soldiers overwhelmed the entire area, while the siren woke the Grand Inquisitor in the tower, watching smoke billow from the windows and panicked slaves reporting the intrusion to him.

Grand Inquisitor Walden just stroked his chin and said. "Let the claws of the stars deal with it."

(End of this chapter)