Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 241 Two wolves fight, the evil tiger takes it

The Inquisitor's private servo-skull flashed bright red light and spit out those warnings. Hagrid was as angry as a lion. From the moment he gave the order, he never thought that his brothers would betray his will.

In his private room, the luxurious fireplace decorated with a lot of wavy patterns crackled, flickering as if disturbed by its master's constantly touching heart, and the mortal servants serving the giant felt that the temperature had dropped a lot for no reason.

Anger, considerable anger, appeared on the giant, and the sharp Terminator power claw burst out, piercing the air unexpectedly, turning the chattering servo skull directly into a blue spark in the air.

The few empire creations in the hands of the Grand Inquisitor, except for the rosette, also disappeared at this moment, and the air became quiet. Only Hagrid with a gloomy face moved forward to the armory, because he knew very well that those battle brothers could only store weapons in the armory. supplies.

When the giant body stepped into the place full of weapons and ammunition, and several Lemanus, the mortal servants were learning how to use their Kailand marauders on the engines of the Imperial Guard, and the Space Marines were not tired of it. This "uninvited guest" comes here when sharing his spoils.

When the first Space Marine realized that an inevitable punishment would fall on his body, there was no regret in his eyes. This was not for his own selfish desires. Unity among brothers.

But when Hagrid's thick and big hands fell on the armor that seemed to be much thinner than the Terminator, fear was still a lingering haze.

But before blame or punishment came, before the Space Marines were timid, Hagrid said. "Well done, you guys are doing well, now reorganize, we will snatch the sentry tower and the wall! And that arrogant judge and unsmiling old skeleton!"

Unexpectedly, what awaited them was not furious anger or punishment, but accusations against the Mechanicum and the Inquisitor. Hagrid also bore a lot of pressure and conflicts. As a space warrior, he knew instinctively that he could use force to solve those problems. An annoying thing, but it cannot be fulfilled because of its high position and weight.

So at this moment, he has the motivation and ability to fight. He doesn't blame his brother, but is angry at the villainous faces of those who were once protected by him.

"Guys, that's not how war is fought, but I have to comment that it wasn't like that for most of my service."

"We are divided into two parts, 1-3 companies are responsible for attacking the enemy's command center, attacking the center of the castle's core area, and living in the chapel of the Grand Inquisitor and the Great Sage of Mechanicus. Those who are still alive in the 4th company and above all go to the wall and send The Imperial Guard declares war!"

Hagrid yelled loudly, without using a grating, and his voice was powerful without a trace of electromagnetic sound, which was very inspiring, even for a space marine.

Although he doesn't know whether it is reasonable to deal with two forces at once, he has an inherent arrogance. When the Terminator veterans of the first company come forward, as the chapter leader, he also begins to prepare to attack.

Those Chaos traitors are now as loyal and silently looking at their commanders as believers listening to priests worshiping. They are looking forward to changes, not like they are now.

It can be said that Chaos and the empire's resource inclination towards space fighters and the complex emotions of jealousy, fear, worship and so on in the hearts of mortal soldiers from time to time lead to today's situation.

This situation is even more serious in the traitor camp where there is no Codex Astartes and Chaos Space Marines are larger than the Empire and those fighters have problematic personalities. They already have such contradictions. This means of stabilizing one's own rule.

There are advantages and disadvantages. The contradictions and problems that erupted in the special situation at this moment made this matter finally come to the fore. However, the Black Heart King will not give up because of choking. The situation will only get worse.

Conflicts did not arise in a day, the gunpowder was burning, the fuses were constantly crackling, and the smell of gunpowder had already climbed up the noses of the Mechanicum and the traitor mortal legion, didn't they know?
When the great sage and the judge had a drink and chat in the chapel in the center of the castle, those people never paid attention to the imperial guards. In contrast, in their eyes, the castle was indestructible, so strong that it was terrible, even if the enemy entered the interior, it could not be destroyed. Take it down.

That kind of arrogance is not stupid, they have that kind of confident trump card, since the elite internal defense troops are stationed here, small tunnel attacks are what they are most assured of, and therefore they conclude that the enemy will give up the internal siege and choose external attacks inside the castle wall.

But the Imperial Guard's answer was to stand still. The judge shook the wine glass in his hand, and the bright red liquid kept swaying. He admitted that the commander of the Imperial Guard was very smart, but he didn't think that the space fighters could cause great losses.

But as a judge, the sixth sense brought by dealing with demons all the year round made this former elite of the empire frown. The subconscious and even anti-self feeling and the sixth sense of the data panel are the secret of this judge's survival. Especially when he was caught by the Black Heart King, he also sensitively chose to betray.

"Remember the defensive troops you gave me, focusing on defending the troops inside the castle, about 2 soldiers." The great sage interrupted his thoughts and explained.

"The road inside the castle can be blocked, leaving only a long corridor that is too long for mortals to attack. It is several miles long and has a huge scale. The special mechanism inside the castle can turn all the bends that are usually convenient for traffic into walls."

"And those flintlocks prepared by the elite can penetrate their armor, don't worry, the modified ceramic steel jumping gang shield can also resist the power of explosive bombs, the space fighters will definitely not be able to break through the inner defense to reach the outer wall where they can confront the Imperial Guard , and can’t really get more.”

The great sage's emotionless evaluation, his prediction and thinking were so accurate that he persuaded the judge who had been moving forward according to his own thoughts and sixth sense, and missed the last chance for peace talks.

The palatial place of nobility, the myriad remodeled luxury of the chapel, with a pathetic contempt for the Space Marine fighters and clouded their eyes.

There is no shortage of people in this world who have discovered problems, but no one will ever solve them. As long as no one makes a sound, then things don’t exist. It’s not that they don’t know, they just don’t believe it.

Many things should be covered up before they happen, the accompanying responsibilities and rights are not important to them, thinking has become a burden, then the side effects of that kind of stupidity have also arrived, narrow and small castles Inside, in the dark gray walls, there are clumsy bunkers and shields that are not even as good as normal.

What kind of elite troops are all nonsense, there are only a group of stupid fanatics who have been addicted to drugs and raised their weapons and shouted the so-called declaration of victory to the demigods.

But even if the so-called elite troops do exist, the interstellar warriors' gang-jumping skills are still the strongest in the empire. What mortal troops can cross such a trench?

Those trembling mental patients used potions to resist hunger and weakness, and held high the so-called logging guns that could break through the armor of the space fighters. Their condition was extremely bad, and the only thing worse than them was the Skadi slave.

But if you look carefully, they all have strange nails on their temples, which are stuck on their heads like a stamp, and the small and dirty logo of the Black Mechanism stands in it.

They are on high alert, tense, with a permanent garrison of perhaps 6000 in this main road, nearly filling this endless stretch of road, filling it with flesh and crude junk weapons, delaying, drawing fire and finishing that paltry With the help of drugs and his own hallucinations, he completed his prayers to the Chaos Gods one after another.

Except for the fear of death caused by hallucinogens, they have no merits, and the words of the great sage are like demagogues, which have no practical meaning from the beginning.

And how can a Mechanicus sage be a stupid person, or does he think that the human sea tactics he designed can exhaust the space fighters to death?Not only was the idea incomprehensible to most Space Marines, but even Hagrid himself.

After the auspicious indications and unenlisted recruits scouted, the absurdity unfolded before the Space Marines like the funniest joke in the universe.

"How can those rotten fish and rotten shrimp resist us, sir, charge." A Terminator veteran of the first company said such words with his grille, which is also the inner thinking of most 1-3 companies.

Hagrid was still a little hesitant, but when he reconfirmed the dead silence of Birdbuy, he was completely sure of his mind. "Attack!"

"The first company breaks through the front, the second company, and the third company suppress firepower, bypass the enemy's core firepower area, rely on the strong defense of the Terminator armor, use the siren bomb with strong armor-piercing ability to attack the enemy, try to break through this area as quickly as possible .”

The Sun Lord believes that orderly is the highest evaluation to describe the legion. Discipline is the most direct expression of obedience, will, and combat effectiveness of the group, and the star warriors are the best among them. When those Chaos veterans move forward like clones, the storm The bolters suppressed the fire together and tore apart the flesh. The sense of threat even made people feel that they were facing a wall that could be shot.

The powerful firepower tore through most of the defenses visible to the naked eye, and the flanking troops attacked some cultists who were still able to move, lest they play self-destruction or one-for-one. This is also the most true portrayal of most mortal troops facing space fighters, like adults Facing an army of young children.

When dealing with slingshots or firecrackers made by children, there is a gap in physical strength and quality of weapons for special operations troops with real guns. Although some children can make up for it with high-intensity mobility, better equipment, fighting will, and combat experience. The gap is almost fatal, but those guys who are currently fleeing in embarrassment can't do it.

And the judge in the chapel quickly received countless retreat requests, and the liaison officer ran again and again, so that the judge directly asked the guy not to bother him, it didn't matter how many people died, and only reported the speed of the space fighter .

To be honest, he regretted it a little at this moment, but the great sage was still very calm. He couldn't understand why the great sage could ignore the information that the soldiers were retreating steadily, but whether it was a mechanical sage or a judge, they They are not commanders in essence. To be precise, they are just high-ranking nobles.

The judge was restless and spoke. "Why are you so calm? They are advancing. At this speed, they will be able to break through our defense in one afternoon."

The sage just sensed the battlefield with his tiny inner augury, what the terrifying mechanical giant was waiting for, and spoke in that emotionless voice. "The elite you gave me is about to start."

"What elites, aren't they defending now?!" The judge suddenly realized that something was wrong, and after a long and chaotic beep, when the space warriors killed more than half of the defense troops, he poked out of the long and terrifying corridor Small hallways where it looks like the deaths of 3000 people have become the start button for something.

"What, contacted from the blockade mode when encountering the enemy?" Hagrid was unbelievable. Exposing those things at this moment is equivalent to letting the space warriors seize the opportunity. Guerrilla warfare and group combat are their special skills. Can get absolute initiative.

"Those stupid guys are really looking for death!" A soldier of the third company stepped forward, and the red giant was tolerant, because the shots from those stupid things before could not even scratch his armor, making him full of stupid self-confidence .

But when there was a green light in the dark of the tunnel, the sound of bang bang bang appeared, after thunder and radiation smoke, the shots of depleted uranium flintlock guns pierced through the bodies of the war brothers, and several mechanical fighter servants wearing Imperial Guard uniforms slowly Holding a giant gun forward.

"What is this?!" Hagrid asked in surprise. Could it be that all the things collected on Skadi were forged with such monsters?

The giant crawlers and thick industrial-grade arms, plus the veteran's head as a wet part, made it an unbelievable monster. Even after going through many things, Hagrid still felt terrible.

The lobotomies of those soldiers were not removed, their hair was shaved, pipes were inserted, and their limbs were cut off. Their bodies were surrounded by adamantine, and the grille wailed all the time, asking the space fighters to kill themselves, to kill themselves who had turned into monsters.

But their bodies attacked involuntarily, with terrifying accuracy, far exceeding the reaction ability of ordinary servitors. When Hagrid dodged the attack and raised the storm bomb on his arm to shoot, chaotic fireworks burst out, and several bombs could Destroy a monster, and such a thing... there are thousands of them at this moment? !

And the judge who lived outside the war also got the information. When he realized what the Mechanicus had done with his soldiers, he asked the Mechanic Sage in disbelief. "You made them all monsters?!"

He had arrived at Mechanicum, those people would get better weapons and equipment, not...

"2 people, survivors, [-], the probability is slightly lower, but it retains combat experience and reflexes, which is quite good." The words were silent, but creepy, the judge looked at the mechanical sage in front of him, this monster , he couldn't tell whether the space warrior was the devil or he was the devil.

(End of this chapter)