Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 260 Live to Death, Destroy the Eagle

Crowds aboard the Baptismal Fire, the entire steel giant entered a state of battle, and the Quartermaster Servant brought a large number of projectiles, fuel, and supplies, for mortals and space fighters, and many supplies were used in the rickety and old and dilapidated ship. The mechanical power arm is slowly stuffed into the airdrop pod.

Mortal servants run around, wearing badges of honor or relics of various relics for their masters, warriors with their heads held high, enjoying the almost deathly silence of the black void.

The censer was lit, and the smoke was lingering. The assault team and the tactical team had been formed. The haze from Phantom Peak was ready to go. The soldiers guided by the emperor's grace were accepting the last orders of the company commander.

But at this time, outside the Xuan window, many space stations and shipyard fortresses that were suddenly bombarded by low-Earth orbital guns to the wreckage were in a state of disarray, which not only dispelled the idea of ​​the Destroyer Eagle pressing forward, but also made them realize that there was something above this world.

Alien heresy, demon pollution, there are so many enemies of the empire, all of them are cruel, greedy, twisted and grotesque, the most holy angel pleaded with the emperor, until now the light has faded, lingering on.

Arms and firearms at the ready for the enemy at all times, the Adeptus Astartes stepped on iron-cast wings, ready to soar at speeds beyond the tolerance of mortals.

Many brothers sang the ancient war song on Phantom Peak according to the customs of the battle group. It was thick and wild, calm and bloody at the same time. On the observation platform of the armory, the company commander Master Chief Yu said. "It seems that things are not as smooth as imagined, and this universe will always be like this."

"We have to give up maintaining warships, but this world can still be used as a springboard for war."

"But I'm not sure. It seems that there are no warships here, only a few small civilian ships. How did they get here and how did they break through? Are they traitors or aliens?"

The Master Chief replied. "Yes, we can't form enough troops to focus on specialized equipment, but I still know that this operation is mainly to take down the astronomical array. If the holy object is not complete, we will be trapped on this planet above."

"Of course, this is much better than being trapped in the void, but war will not wait for us, missed opportunities, and death. I prefer the former."

The company commander suddenly discovered the report of the battleship oracle and the information brought by the gods in his target indicator. He quickly organized his thoughts and planned tactics. "Fine. By death, then, let's go." He approached the rail, pressing on his comm grill to amplify his voice.

"Brothers!" he said, his voice echoing off the carrier deck. "Once again, we are ready to fight the dark forces that threaten the Empire."

His warriors cheered back.

He continued to shout, "In a few minutes, the "Baptism Fire" will enter the planetary orbit of Loander Prime. Although the atmospheric conditions are very bad, according to the remote bird-augury scan and the oracle, we speculate that the planet has been destroyed. Invasion of heretics! Brothers, we face a huge army of imperial rebels!"

The cry spread throughout the ranks, and the rebel legion of mortals was not powerful, at least most of the brothers thought so, but this one in this world was deeply corrupted, full of the power of Chaos, well-trained, and lacked nothing. Threat to the firepower of the Space Marines.

There is no doubt that this will be an uphill battle, and carelessness will cost them their lives.

"We have detected a large amount of debris scattered in the planet's upper atmosphere," the captain continued. "We also noticed the weak subspace psionic features, indicating that there may be evil and powerful wizards among the enemies. Although we have gained orbital advantages, we still cannot be careless."

"Furthermore, the capital's astronomical stronghold remains intact, and at least some Imperial ground forces are still engaged with the invaders."

"But don't make the mistake of believing that all this will make our task easier, they seem to somehow keep them from our divining detection."

"The strategic intelligence is therefore incomplete, and as always, the enemy is greatly outnumbered, and the enemy has taken control of the capital's orbital defense batteries."

"You are all going to take control of the astronomical array on this plan, destroy or delay the enemy under the command of the Master Chief, and I will take the Thunderhawk and lead a combat drop to capture the orbital battery, while Captain Iser will use the orbital The wreckage of the ship served as a cover to protect the Baptizing Fire from any return fire."

"Once those turrets belong to our side, we will lower the position of the strike cruiser to provide support bombing, and you who carry the airdrop pod will rush to the Star Language Fortress."

"We will move quickly before the enemy can marshal their forces, and then we will triumph in the Emperor's name!"

"For the Emperor!" roared the warriors.

In the airdrop bay, the Master Chief is inspecting weapons and making the final preparations for the war. The bomb magazine is clean and the trigger is normal. He is as meticulous as that machine. Jumping backpack, chainsaw sword, and many complicated and expensive equipment are in his hands. It is more natural and comfortable than the imperial guards using laser guns.

After confirming the weapon, he put on the ceramic steel mask, stretched the body while testing the target indicator, and determined whether the power armor cast by the empire could continue to fight, so that he used all his strength to pull the metal nerve bundle to the point where it buzzed Hum low.

Then he put his gaze in front of the two combat brothers who had just finished tidying up their equipment. "Corporal, are you ready?"

"Killing heretics? That's what you were born with!" The giant warrior was full of energy, the barrel of the explosive bomb also looked clean, and his machine spirit was active.

"Then, for this star area, for the emperor, soar!" After the Master Chief finished speaking, the violent tremors inside the airdrop pod, the private server and the roar were enough to make a mortal temporarily deaf here.

In a few seconds, the airdrop pod was accelerated and projected to the ground several times. In essence, it is undoubtedly a macro cannon. It is extremely fast and full of power. Before the landing equipment is opened, such a huge force will keep advancing.

The Power Armor is full of power, protecting those demigods from landing under a force so fierce that it can tear the soul of a mortal. The thick atmosphere is torn apart by the airdrop pod like a cannonball, and it looks like a thick black torn from low-Earth orbit. Cotton, in which there are countless light blue thunder and lightning, the thunderbolt is continuous.

The airdrop pod began to slow down, and after entering the atmosphere, the violent ejector hissed and roared, and the powerful load began to tear the body of the space warrior, and even the most powerful human being without power armor would be stunned.

They flew down like missiles, and even the Master Chief gritted his teeth because of such a heavy burden. In the thick clouds, complex thunderbolts flashed past the thick armor of the airdrop pod, causing only negligible damage to it. .

The weight brought by the deceleration had just eased a bit, and the Master Chief asked. "How about coordinate lock?"

The corporal next to him answered. "Stable, the battlefield has been locked. According to the many energy reactions discovered by the divination instrument and the large number of people, there are many chaotic rune symbols. We are falling towards the center of the battlefield!"

the Master Chief yelled. "That came at the right time! Attention all teams! We are advancing towards the center of this world storm. Whether we survive or not, our actions will not disgrace the banner of the battle group!"

When the airdrop pod broke through the area covered by clouds, he opened his visual channel link, and through the high-altitude perspective of the airdrop pod, he saw the devastated and smoky city, corpses, despair, and war, all mingled in front of him. .

"It appears the city is in an advanced state of deterioration," he flipped on the comm, opening his channel to the entire strike force. "Visual confirmation he saw that most of the city was bombarded from ground shakers."

"Damage and divination readings show a mix of conventional ammunition and unholy pollutants, levels of unholy blight are high across the city at this time, prepare for personal protection."

"As for the situation of the Star Language Fortress...at the moment it seems to be intact and defended, but a large number of traitors are attacking, and the mortal troops of the Imperial Guard are being beaten back!"

"Railgun battery found!" added the corporal next to him. "Forecast readings confirm the presence of enemy forces at the scene."

"Then begin the final approach," the Master Chief said. "The Emperor directs our purpose."

All the soldiers in the communicator shouted. "The Emperor directs our aim!"

In an instant, the major teams increased the thrust of the airdrop pods and accelerated to a near-suicidal dive. While he was doing this, lights were shining between the forts below, and the muzzle flames were shining between the metal gantry, illuminating The side of the huge laser silo was lit.

"They've spotted us!" said the corporal.

"But it won't save them!" said the Master Chief.

The ghastly barrages of bullets and lasers lashed all around him, flak shells exploded in foul clouds of smoke, and shrapnel sparked his armor plates.Alarms blared as the threat-identifying rune appeared in his vision.

cried the Master Chief. "The landing area is confirmed!" He and his soldiers slid down on the most filthy and vicious battlefield like lightning that tore the sky. Like the light brought by the emperor, they tore apart the thick and dark clouds and landed in the quagmire of desperate moments.

The astronomical array and the chaotic bunkers or trenches, the dead soldiers gathered into the strangest and saddest oil painting, the Master Chief only felt that anger was overflowing from his throat, and there was nowhere to vent it.

Those enemy fighters could see what was falling right in the sky, ragged human cultists aiming and screaming as they strafed the sky with automatic guns, but before they could do any real damage, the metal wings fell to the ground , smashing deep and amazing potholes.

The friction of the atmosphere made the airdrop pod look a little hot. The red color was not paint, but a high temperature enough to tear people's skin, and the Master Chief heard a sentence.

"Orff team, cut into the enemy camp."

"Little Leander, cut into the enemy camp."

"Brad team, cut into the enemy camp."

The Master Chief supported the airdrop pod with its humming engine, locked the enemy in advance according to the complex rune signals on the divination instrument, and then leaned out, half relying on the airdrop pod as a cover.

His gauntlets leaned against the metal, humming and smoking from its overheating, as he raised his assault bolter, ballistic contemplation and sight runes positioned in his sight.

He pressed the trigger, unleashing a flashing and roaring blast of bolts, hitting the cultist as it approached, unleashing its fire.

The remaining bullets flew out along the fiery propulsion trajectory, and while each bullet penetrated the bulletproof armor and flesh, the microcomputer loaded into its warhead detected enough surrounding mass to detonate, making four hapless Chaos Cultists The victims exploded within seconds, and the morbid blessings of their gods were powerless to save them.

In this way, the cultists on the ground exploded one by one, blood spilled all over the trenches, severed limbs and arms twirled and their heads exploded.Bones shattered.

In just 20 seconds, the company commander and his two battle-brothers killed probably hundreds of cultists and took over the frontline trenches, saving probably all thirty Imperial Guard soldiers while scattered enemy fire barely scratched the their armor.

The arrival of the angels changed the situation of the war suddenly. The enemy's follow-up troops were amazed by the sudden support, and the previous death battle with the Imperial Guard exhausted the group of traitors, and the trend of retreat spread like waves among the unstable troops.

The enemy quickly retreated, and in the face of the explosive bombs and Shenwei, a small army of less than 50 people suppressed them all.

So powerful that many mortal soldiers fell to their knees, shouting the might of the Emperor and offering the Aquila salute, as a confirmation of their faith, the Space Marines descended as promised to save them.

The Master Chief just ordered the mortal soldiers to stop the Eagle Salute and take out the supplies in the airdrop pods for storage, while he was talking to the other brothers. "It seems that there is no need to wait for orbital support!"

He asked the current commander of the Imperial Guard, the man whose military rank should be a major. "Why is the battle situation so embarrassing? Although they have good weapons and equipment and training, you are determined and have local support behind you."

The major responded with the Skyhawk Salute. "Master Astarte Brother, Angel, I am honored to communicate with you. I am sorry to let you see the imperial guard in such a mess. We, the 154th regiment of Loander, have a heavy responsibility."

"However, this was not caused by the troops that were not strong in combat. It was because they had a sorcerer who could use magic power to turn people against each other. Using civilians as shields could also interfere with the thoughts of soldiers on the front line."

"And they serve a group of rune demon soldiers who are not afraid of death. They are engraved with filthy demonic spells all over their bodies. They are not afraid of death. They have refined equipment and rich experience. During the battle, they often fired dozens of lasers at them, and the monster was still alive. Case."

"Heretics!" the Space Marine Corporal cursed viciously, and the Master Chief scolded. "Look calmly and focus."

But when he wanted to continue asking for a clearer picture of the battle situation, he heard roaring shouts mixed with the roar of engines, and his sensitive facial features looked towards the place where the filth came out. They were heavy trucks that had been remodeled , transporting soldiers covered in filthy patterns, advancing here...

The Master Chief yelled immediately. "Enemy attack, they are coming!"

(End of this chapter)