Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 64
The Ghost of Doom is a battle barge, a God's Fist made of plastic steel, adamantine and thick iron mesh, with a total length of 7.5 kilometers, equipped with orbital bombers and fusion cannons.It is equivalent to a fleet composed of lower-level ships.

It has existed for a thousand years, just like the monarch among other ships, but all traces of loyalty that once represented the empire have been erased, leaving only the blood-red mark of the warband...

There was no order aboard the Ghost of Doom.There is no quiet place here either.It is also rare to see dedicated people here. Their bodies have many irreversible mutations, and they are covered with many people's skin, teeth, and horns made of bones as decorations.

On the bridge, the giant was wearing power armor, looking at the countless data on the panel, as well as the detection signal sent by the Bird Servant, the holy Astartes?But he seems to be on the opposite side of the term.

When the giant looked out towards the ship, the ship's screen was filled with infinite twisted voids, bubbles, hallucinations, horrible monsters, demons, and enough horrible things to kill everything in this world.

Subspace, the place where time and space are distorted, the opposite of the material world, the mirror, but a place where they are closely related, and this battleship did not open the Geller position...

That giant, Luft Huron was the head of the Star Claws, once.

He was a Space Marine warrior among his fellows, a representative of the galaxy's nobility and integrity, or at least that part of the galaxy behind the shields these warriors made of their bodies, minds, and weapons.

Once, Huron believed, at least in his own way, in the Imperium of Man and the Emperor, and the duty of his Chapter.

However, the Empire has little tolerance for behavior outside its rules.Tools that do not fully fulfill their duties are discarded, but if it is a tool as Luft Huron is too powerful to be easily eliminated, he is discarded by the Empire.

The problem is that, of course, those abandoned tools will return to the Empire, but when they return to the Empire, their bodies, wills and weapons are no longer the Empire's shields, but swords aimed at its heart.

After the defeat of the Badab War, Huron is now hungry. He needs a world to recuperate, he needs countless mortals to work for his brothers, and he needs a powerful tech sage to provide him with sufficient maintenance.

But at this moment, he could only shrink in the subspace, and his battle brothers came out from the side cabin and reported to the Lord of the Maelstrom.

"My lord." He knelt on one knee and said faithfully. "We have deviated from the previous orbit, and may have left the maelstrom area..."

Huron's huge scarlet power clamps clenched lightly. "Captain Julius Kata of the Ultramarines Chapter is still chasing us, those bloody blue things..."

The Crimson Battle-Brother, the Chaos Astartes answered. "My lord, our flagship still has considerable combat effectiveness!"

considerable? he repeated. "Substantial, my brother?"My half-dead and battered warband managed to escape the Empire. "

"But I know very well that after a few decades, I will personally create a force that can smash a star sector, if I want to!"

He said with a snort. "Though Abaddon's might is stronger, it took me less than a century to build my own."

"And Abaddon took a hundred times as long as I did! The previous Legion was proud of our history, and laughed at us as young recruits from their so-called Long War, but where is their Primarch, they haunt Whose inheritance is it that is not let go? Horus and Curze are dead!"

"Bro, it's not enough, what we need to do is not enough..."

Huron's smile narrowed slightly.More than anyone else, he wants to see the Dao Empire being torn apart.He wanted the Empire to feel the pain of having half his body blown up with a melta gun by that bastard Androcles and his near-death pain.

He hoped that the lies and emptiness of the empire would be fully exposed in front of the world, so that the citizens of the empire would curse the emperor in a low voice before they died, and let them also taste the taste of being betrayed.

While the Maelstrom Lord was obsessed with vengeful feelings, the Chief Astropath reported suddenly.

"There are subspace tremors, presumably it is a small cruiser-class battleship!"

cried Huron. "When we meet the enemy, we must not reveal our whereabouts!"

"Even the slightest threat must be eliminated immediately!"

He walked towards the command point, and those astropaths felt tremendous pressure. They knew that the person they were facing was an existence that followed the chaotic destructive power, capricious, terrifying and powerful.

They didn't dare to neglect, and tried their best to search for the enemy's intelligence in the ripples of the subspace.

"It's... Mechanicum light cruiser, my lord!"

After the astropath finished speaking, the general outline of the enemy's battleship was displayed on the screen, and the Mechanicus light cruiser was a light cruiser belonging to the Mechanicus fleet.

These ships often serve as the guards of the exploration fleet, looking for new technologies in the journey of seeking knowledge, in other words, carrying the scientific research personnel of Mechanicum!

Hearing this report, Huron burst out laughing. "The name of the subspace is really blessed by the gods. Follow it, don't expose yourself, and wait until we reach Mandeville Point before making a surprise attack."

"I can't expose those people to the subspace, what if there are people I need among those things?" He said to himself, but his thinking was extremely clear, because he was sure that he would complete it in just a few decades A great feat that the Chaos Warlord could not accomplish for hundreds of years!

And on that unlucky Mechanicum battleship, data craftsman Griza Darax is sorting out the data of the currently known STC.

Compared with that foodie, she is more mechanized. As a mechanical sage, she has almost no human emotions. The eyes made of monitors do not show any emotional fluctuations, only endless complex movements.

She is looking forward to the next trip. Meeting new STCs is one of her few emotions. When she put on this dark red robe, she has already abandoned her emotions.

But there is one more thing she expects from the trip besides the STC, that is, her apprentice, the smartest one, is doing auxiliary work for the third infantry regiment of the Skadi Astral Army on that planet.

When Geller's position stagnated, the data craftsman on the battleship looked at the dark green planet, countless data fluctuations in his eyes, and in the subspace, hungry beasts gradually leaped out from the flanks of the battleship...

　If there are no accidents, it will be on the shelves tomorrow (yawn)

　　No explosive updates, I don't have time, flesh and blood.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)