Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 240 Conflict, contradiction, civil strife, war

It doesn't take much difference or change to go from high position and weight to no one cares about them. When the mortals who once worshiped the giants became indifferent, the movements and etiquette of worshiping them also became slow and paused. The death of those brothers dyed their prelude to war. humiliation.

On the towering watchtower of the castle, the space fighters wanted to return to their positions, but were stopped by the electronic worms (scornful names) of the Mechanicus, the gear boys, and the proud warriors made a whimpering and angry sound with the grille. "Let's go there, Machinist, or I'll let you see what your mechanical spine looks like."

They were not to be trifled with, but the mechanical priest did not move, and spoke again. "We don't have so many guns. I'm sorry, demigods. According to the order issued by the governor, from now on, you are no longer eligible to step into the defense system."

"Why, give me the answer, cogboy, or you'll break your head." The veteran of the Space Marines put his bomb against the head of the person in front of him, don't be confused, if the priest's answer is not satisfactory, then his brain will learn flight.

The priest still spits out the voice composed of almost emotionless electrical signals. The disgusting mechanical structure all over his body and the overflowing engine oil all represent his "calmness". The priest was not as calm as he appeared.

Words from his telegrams made the Space Marines put down their guns, nothing profound, just another reminder of their failures and shutting them out in the name of sages.

For the interstellar warriors who lived and were born out of war, saying that they cannot fight is equivalent to saying that men cannot bear children, and that women cannot bear life. The giants clenched their fists, but they also tolerated those things because they needed to be under the same roof as the Mechanicum.

It has to be said that after the black heart king received the veterans of the warp, those traitors who had become accustomed to the interference of chaos were regaining the honor and discipline of the interstellar warriors. It's not difficult, although it is definitely not good news for the Imperial Guard.

It was also that sliver of reason that led the space fighters forward and pulled them back to their camp. The Astartes monks church and Astartes monastery in the castle were specially left for them, but that was different from the ones in the empire. A thing of honor, full of filth, disgusting words and runes, grotesque creations of human skin or twisted iron spikes.

The symbol representing the emperor turned into a chaotic eight-pointed star, the towering stained glass became bright red, and the skull was gone, only the faint light of the terrible bright red candles burning to illuminate the place.

In the huge monastery hall, Hagrid the Terminator knelt on one knee, telling the Chaos Gods what happened during this period, but felt his brother approaching.

"Why did you come back now? The horn of war has already sounded. Even without weapons, those imperial guards must be defeated with fists." Veteran Hagrid emphasized this, as if this was the only chance for them to avenge their shame during this period of time. Why do space warriors place so much emphasis on castle interior defenses.

If they missed this opportunity again, they would have to face being truly unarmed, now on the wall, those mortals dare not not lend them automatic weapons, although the logging gun is like a toy, it is better than the possible lack of supplies.

Now their last chance of shame has also been wiped out, like treating these giants who shake the universe as castrated roosters, with nothing but meat.

"They rejected our defense plan?" Hagrid showed a surprised expression, together with the wrinkle that has been fighting for thousands of years, although because of the existence of the warp, his memory or body has only experienced less than a thousand years, but Even so, he was too old for a Space Marine.

(Many imperial scholars are curious about the longevity of the Chaos Space Marines, because even if the oldest existence of the Imperial Space Marines, Dante, the leader of the Blood Angels, may not have a lifespan of thousands of years (but many people think that he can reach that time, even Witnessing the rebirth or destruction of the empire), most space fighters only have a long life span of 1000 years, even though most of them do not live to die, there are still relevant records in the huge empire.

But Chaos Space Marines refresh this thing often, they become insanely long-lived, barring filthy disease and the grace of the Plague God, or the help of other gods, even if compared to those who are more "pure" (I know the word Kind of weird, but it's also the most apt) traitors will also live to the time of the empire's founding.

Many scholars believe that this matter is caused by the energy of the subspace, and there are also places like the Eye of Terror or the Great Vortex that link the subspace to spread their lives, coupled with their strange time dimension standards, we still have to admit, Space Marines in the Warp may far outnumber the current Imperium. )
In the subspace, he once achieved the feats of amazed by many powerful people, but now, as long as he reaches his final years, his body will die of extreme aging, of course he will still be healthy before that moment , healthy enough to tear apart the flesh and blood of mortals, and become even more terrifying as they get older.

But he still didn't expect that after he came to the material world, he would become so pathetic and lose in a row, meaning that after he was stationed in the broken world of Skadi, he would not have the usual good luck...

An inexplicable feeling crawled into the mind of this old space warrior. He was not the smartest person he met, nor was he the most powerful in force, but he still brought him a lot of things even today, such as the pair A terrible smell of bad things.

"Don't act rashly during this period. No matter how we lose, we must be stable internally. We must be stable. If we violate this matter, I will personally deal with the violators."

Hagrid seldom uttered such words. The traitor space warriors who had not stepped into the battlefield thought for a long time. Those traitors were not very disciplined. To be precise, most of their respect for this living ancestor came from his combat effectiveness. and age, but only these two points are enough.

They go back to their rooms, prepare their stuff in the armory, and take stock of the weapons they have, and Chaos Space Marines are notoriously poorly equipped, cracked bolters, tattered armor, chainsaws lacking monomolecular blades Swords, their arsenals and no armored vehicles or war engines since they hadn't actually gone into war mode yet.

This situation is also the reason why many interstellar warriors are dissatisfied with the status quo. It is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice, and the dimensional blacksmiths and pharmacists in the regiment cannot produce good things.

That kind of dissatisfaction became more and more serious within the battle group. On the contrary, those Mechanicists occupied most of the supplies, and in this universe, the hands-on ability of space fighters should never be underestimated. In private, each Mechanicus storage area The blueprints were collected, and they wanted to steal weapons and equipment, to avenge their shame, for the sake of the dead brothers, and to defeat the imperial guards, which was a big worry for them.

And this side is full of ambition, gearing up,

The Imperial Guard looked laid-back.

Because of occupying a large amount of supplies, he is on the rise in the war. At this moment, the Sun Lord, Mr. Alan Bair is rubbing his precious weapons with holy oil, such as power sickles, relic pistols, and pretending to be talking about Mechanicus. A non-binary, no, mechanical prayer.

Disassemble the gun body, wipe the gun body, take care of it like the infantry manual of the Imperial Guard, and after the maintenance is over, use your oily fingers to take a bite of a strange-smelling nut. This is the current state of the Imperial Guard.

It's comfortable but not the same. To be precise, it is like a spring that is pressed down a little, and can bounce up anytime and anywhere, but it is not in a state of stress. They are all experts in war, and they can adjust to show their sharpness at any time.

This period of time is a rare holiday for the Skadi boys, a time to have a break in the daily prayers, meals, and war hell trilogy of worshiping the Emperor.

Most people will choose to play cards, and some will play musical instruments, but the sound should not be too loud, and it must not overwhelm the shouts of the alarm and the company staff, and the most popular should be wine, no matter how it is brewed, no matter how pure it is, as long as there is alcohol , If they can get on top, they will flock to them.

Because of this, those stupid big soldiers patronized the military doctors many times, and they had to be thankful that those field doctors still knew how to treat stomach inflammation, that is, anti-inflammatory drugs were enough, and antibiotics were endless.

They would also get together to sing military songs, or pray, but it would end up being a crude drunken meeting, and the staff members kept banning it so much that it even appeared that the staff members had to drink them to persuade them not to hold such stupid actions.

However, alcohol is the best stimulant for soldiers. No matter what time it is, as long as they take a sip, their combat effectiveness will increase, whether it is hot or cold, whether it is the minions of the chaos gods or terrifying aliens.

They are the heroes of the empire, and the Sun Lord also gave them a variety of privileges, such as canceling the non-combat execution rights of the internal staff and giving them a rather exaggerated amount of supplies, because the Sun Lord felt that those soldiers suffered too much. It is rare to be able to compensate them for a while.

The Leitlin boy boiled the cauldron, and the messy things in it were boiled into a ball. The soldiers came here smelling the smell, each of them took a spoonful, and some people were amazed, and some people ate a slipper.

But no matter how noisy it was, in this dark universe, the imperial guards still rarely had such an exciting day. The Sun Lord also finished taking care of his guns at this moment, carefully storing them away.

He has experienced many things since he joined the army, but the main theme will never change. He is very clear that the current comfort is just a fleeting dream. Before the bubble bursts, Alan Bayer still needs to win more victories. Maybe one day he'll be able to lie down in some agricultural world and grow a lot of food for the Empire and provide more supplies to the soldiers, but not now, not far away.

He raised the binoculars to look at the blurry picture in the binoculars tens of kilometers away. This binoculars full of imperial technology is far more powerful than most people imagined by the imperial guards. It not only has night vision capabilities, but also Using the effect of the telescope, relying on the complex optical system to achieve the limit of the detection distance of the naked eye, if it is only observed, it even exceeds the ability of the auspicious instrument.

Then Alan Bayer took it and smashed it against the wall a few times. There was a strange problem with the optical components of this damn thing. After the impact, the blurred picture gradually became clear. Suffocating weapons and complex soldier arrangements come into view.

The enemy is already full of cowardice, they really can't continue to ignore the approach of the imperial guards, those evil things should feel trembling today, the invincibility of the imperial guards has given birth to many nightmares for the cultists, in their night sprouted in my dreams.

And those space warriors didn't come to the stage either. There was no doubt that Alan Bair succeeded. He began to think about what to do next, until the sound of slapping military boots interrupted his thoughts.

"Second Lieutenant, don't you want to play around?" The name of the person familiar to the Sun Lord was spoken, and the young man immediately replied.

"No, boss, I'm just here to accompany you."

"Accompany me?" Alan Bayer put down the binoculars with great interest. He already knew important information, and the enemy felt a strange split among them. At least those priests on the wall had replaced the existence of space warriors.

The second lieutenant brought in two steaming bowls of slipper soup (the soldier's nickname for the stew that the Leitlin Boys made) and said. "During this time, you have been soaking here, looking at something."

"Many people are worried that you, Boss, will miss you because you were separated from Miss Judge."

Alan Baier took a sip of the stew, it tasted good and had a unique flavor, and then smiled. "Sorry, although women are very good, they are still far behind in my current schedule. I am just observing the situation of the enemy."

The second lieutenant swallowed. "Are they really starting to crowd out the Space Marines? If I had a squad of Space Marines fighting together, I'd treat them as VIPs."

Alan Baier asked again. "What if they're going to take 80 percent of our current supplies?"

The second lieutenant hesitated for a while, on the one hand, the demigods of the empire should not be treated badly, and on the other hand, his flesh-and-blood compatriots, brothers and sisters... He thought for a while, and then answered. "My own people!"

Alan Baier nodded. "Yes, that's the case, I will too, and I believe those people will too. In the final analysis, space fighters are not human, no matter how great, powerful, and worshiped they are, they are not human in essence."

"And, it's not my race..."

Halfway through his words, there was a sudden booming sound inside the castle, so loud that it made people feel their heads buzzing. Countless soldiers, the Sun Lord, and all the people in the underground all looked sideways because of this. They only saw billowing black smoke crawling out of the castle. And the Sun Lord realizes that the Space Marines are rebelling!

(End of this chapter)