Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 69 You will shock the world, one day

The scarlet angel couldn't forget the expressions those mortals looked at him now. It wasn't admiration, fear, or the usual look he had seen before, but anger, resentment, and resistance.

The eyes of the Catachans were like hyenas, and he knew now why his terrible brothers had died from their attack, the attack of mortals.

Vingar's solicitation is sincere, he naturally worships his master, the temperament of the Black Hearted King, no matter who they are, he will bow down under his command, and he wants to do the same, making others obey him from the bottom of their hearts.

But he is the one who left his own battle group due to contradictions. Vingar's character problems are obvious. He doesn't trust others, is arrogant, stupid, and thirsty for blood. Even brothers who really share the same roots with him and use the same gene seeds can't bear it. Him, let alone the haughty Traitor Space Marines, or the Catachans?
The anger in Vingar's nerves was mobilized, and Catachan's eyes were inserted into his head like needlework, stimulating his already sensitive heart.

Afraid of him?Why do you look at him like this?He is the Scarlet Angel, he is Vengar, he is the Ghost of Destruction, the second lieutenant of the Red Pirate, he is the one who will shake the world, he is the tombstone of the empire, not... poor, and can only be mixed with mortals waste!

Sometimes the sensitive perception of the Astartes can become a weakness instead. For example, without the guidance of countless veterans of the order and the dogma of the chapter's loyalty, or a strong enough will, it is actually difficult to understand the strength and weakness.

At least at this moment, the second lieutenant of the Red Pirate, the former Crimson Angel, and the Astartes monks wearing battle armor and holding a chainsaw with explosives are better than this group of mortals who have lost their loved ones, are helpless, sleep in the rainforest, and have mortal bodies. Mortals want to be "weak".

Hesitating for only a moment, Captain Catachan's hands fizzed with hot melt, or that terrible flash, even the naked eyes of a space warrior would lose their minds when they saw it at such a distance.

I saw the star-like light burst, and after a while, countless seas of trees turned into charcoal and ashes, and the target?
That terrible giant?The captain didn't want to kill him, it wasn't that he didn't have hostility, but that he was aware of his ability, just at that moment, the scarlet angel used his superhuman reaction to avoid the deadly attack.

He was a little surprised. When a mortal saw him like this, his first reaction was not to be afraid, but to shoot. Why?
"What are you, what are you, because of your God Emperor? That thing that sits on Terra and ignores the deaths of hundreds of billions of people?"

Captain Catachan didn't know, and he didn't need to answer. All he was doing now was to convey the goals of these traitors. In just a few seconds, the three Catachan sergeants had already run deep into the forest at their fastest speed.

The others knew that they couldn't beat or kill the beast, but they hoped that they, like the people born on the Catachan planet, could naturally draw their weapons against the Catachan demon as large as a vehicle.

Since the melta couldn't hit, he used the beam carbine. The sound of swishing and burning marks were left on the armor on the angel's chest. Vingar didn't understand why they dared to shoot at him when they were all like this.

What are they insisting on? The mortals under him and the mortals he has seen probably don’t have such will. Yes, he fought side by side with Catachan, but he has never understood those people. He only knows that they are elusive and difficult to kill. .

As a soldier, he couldn't understand, but now he is a commander. In this coveted position, he saw the bravery, loyalty and qualities that his soldiers did not possess, even his combat brothers. Qualities that don’t have…

Vingar was in such a bad mood, he couldn't describe what that feeling of disappointment was, he could only sway his disappointment on the enemy, using chainsaw swords, bolt guns, and the battle-hardened technology…

The scarlet was scattered in the dark forest again, as if the purple paint had been scattered all over the place. Those "loyal" mortal servants were late, and they might have been observing the situation. Vengar was alone from the beginning.

The servants knelt down on one knee and faithfully wiped the marks on Vengar's chest that had been scratched by Catachan's blade, or the craters made by the heat, but none of them felt that they should fight instead of Vengar.

This is the former Crimson Angel, who is now unaccompanied, and he only hopes to hear a sentence spontaneously from the mouth of his servant, that sentence from the heart, even Astarte needs the approval of others to shape In your own heart, strengthen that defense.

Vingar accidentally asked his servant. "Do you think that I will shake the world and make all things crawl?"

The words were gentle, without much emotion, and even a little cowardly, but what answered him was not approval or affirmation, but fear and avoidance.

"Yes...my lord...my master, you will definitely..."

Vingar was silent, he swung his iron fist, smashed the head of the kneeling thing, and then roared. "Keep marching!"

In the distance, the fleeing Catachans were agile in the forest like a hurricane but quietly leaping like wild cats. When they returned to the camp, they held up their tactical belts with the imperial standard flag. Alan Baier came from the command room Come out in a hurry.

The Catachans, he felt distraught at once because the numbers were wrong, and Alan Byer prayed to the God-Emperor that his own had promised to take care of them instead of letting them die.

"Sergeant, how is your comrade-in-arms?"

This sentence made the Catachans slightly stunned, they never thought that their chief would say this sentence first.

"They... are stalling the footsteps of the Traitor Space Marines, the enemy is... advancing, about 500 people, ordinary humans, an Astartes, ornately equipped, but no heavy equipment, the direction is..."

Sergeant Catachan was panting unsteadily, but reported calmly, even as if the death of his comrade-in-arms was justified. Only Alan Baier's emotions were complicated, and the feeling of death and war entangled him crawled back to his head.

He was not a good soldier, from the beginning to now, he patted the Catachans on the shoulder. "Go back and rest, back to Karoo City, sergeant."

The Catachans immediately slapped his arms away. "I refuse, sir, we cannot escape, we are not deserters, we are not your toys."

"I understand that you are great, I understand that you are a good person, I understand that the light of the emperor will always shine on us, but sacrifice is inevitable, this is the battlefield."

"Sir, what are you hesitating about?"

"With your clever plan and loyal life, you can defeat such terrible things as Cyclopes, but what are you hesitating about now?"

"Let me see again, you who shot and destroyed the orc's plan that day, because I know that you can shake the world!"

The Catachans spoke in unison. "Because we believe in you, you can shake the world."

Alan Baier pursed his lips. He didn't like this term. He would not be a great person, but everyone trusted himself so much.

he spoke to Catachan. "I want you to live and find meaning in your life, like you, him, or the guy digging the trenches."

"Life does not exist for sacrifice, sir. Although it is great and honorable to be a martyr, living requires greater responsibility and sacrifice."

"Death is easy, I need you, sergeant, at least stay on the front line, raise the gun for me, for the emperor, for the empire."

The Catachans didn't speak, just saluted, and then walked into the trench... as Alan Baier asked.

Destiny is like this. Some things are regarded as sweet and suitable, while others regard them as loess. Vingar is proud of everything, powerful, and can live for thousands of years, but he can’t see why there is no respect. Alan Bayer is humble and has a mortal body. If there is no means of life extension, he will have to leave in the next hundred years, but it is like a lumen tower, shining on his subordinates.

On the Ghost of Destruction, on the bridge, the Black Heart King watched everything. He may or may not be clear, but he understands that he and the commander of this world are the same kind of person. If he can join his cause, the empire will inevitably destroy.

But he also knows very well that it is even more difficult to break down a determined person than to destroy several worlds. Looking at this dark green planet on the bridge, like a god, he swung the wine glass in his hand and drank it. Bright red wine.

Then he let go of the wine glass in his hand, and the dried up bright red liquid fell downward in the artificial gravity, shaking, the glass shattered and turned into countless fragments, like the pattern of this dark green orb on the track, which is her continent .

The cracking sound gradually turned into the roar of guns, roars, and battle roars. At this moment, Alan Bayer used the nearby radio to direct the battle in the command room, and the traitors had already attacked.

"The first company, the first row, use explosive bombs to suppress the enemy, and the second row, be ready to replace the ammunition with grenades and individual weapons to make up for the fire vacuum period when the ammunition is emptied and replaced."

The enemy is a mix of thousands of mortals and hundreds of interstellar warriors constantly appearing in the forest. The predictions of the Catachans have worked, but it is still too difficult to face those things. Human troops lacking heavy firepower cannot destroy the traitors Armor made of ceramic steel.

The heavy bomb left holes in it, but it could only make it impossible to accurately shoot the soldiers in the trenches. This inaccuracy refers to the "inaccuracy" that 8 rounds can only shoot 5 heads.
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The terrifying 75 caliber hit the mortal body of the Astra Militarum, and half of the body would be torn apart in an instant, and the death was tragic, enough to destroy anyone's morale.

It's hard to imagine how mortals should resist when those giants are enemies.

And now there are two hundred space warriors, two hundred!
One magazine, the standard explosive magazine is 25 rounds, and the number of bombs it can carry can destroy a full 20 people in half a minute under the condition of resisting heavy firepower. Under such power, 200 times 20, that is In the instant of one clip, four thousand imperial guards will die!

And that's with bunkers, suppressing fire, and the traitor's mortal servants waiting for their chance.

Today's Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment plus PDF has a total of 6 people, and there are 3 people on this defense line!
It takes about half a minute for the traitors to empty their magazines once, and it only takes about seven reloads, and 3 people will be slaughtered. Morale collapses faster before dying.

When the heavy bomb changed ammunition, the soldiers in the second row raised their heads from the trench with the grenade nestled in their hands, but they were headshot by the bomb only a moment later.

Those terrifying things in human skin can no longer be called angels, they are probably demons themselves.

Dozens of Astra Militarum die every moment, that's Space Marines, that's mortal weakness, that's death.

And what is the hero waiting for, what is Alan Baier waiting for, and what is the staff waiting for?
It's mines, those special things, they're not ordinary explosives, they're...

Horrible mix of ammunition for dark age weapons, ammunition for deflagration weapons, nano-munitions, the ones that can break through the shells of space marines...

They are the most stable things on the front line, and even if they are trampled by tanks, they will be destroyed instantly. This is what the high-ranking officials of the companies expect.

The imperial guards became the bait for those bloodthirsty things. Before the traitors stepped into Karu City, they must have been hungry and thirsty and wanted to fight, so tens of thousands of soldiers were the best targets.

They were cocky, just as Alan Byer had expected, and when the Space Marines poured out a fire and changed their ammunition, the companies were immediately ordered.

"Retreat to the second-line trenches. We have lost about 3000 brothers. The emperor blesses us. The loss is already lower than what we expected. The Dalian team, hurry up and retreat!"

The Star Guards were in an orderly manner, leaving backwards from the tunnel in the trench, taking away all valuables, and retreated a full five or six hundred meters to the second line.

And the Chaos traitors haven't "fed enough", enjoying so much flesh and blood just by shooting a wave, the killing intent of the space fighters naturally has no way to retreat.

They enjoy the horrors of mortals, no doubt…

After the conflict that had just been slaughtered, they didn't believe that any mortal individual weapon could penetrate their armor, but Vengar was not a brainless guy, and he ordered immediately.

"The captain issued a battle order to the brothers, stand by and don't move, let the mortal servant army move forward to test."

"Standby, all fighting brothers."

At this moment, several space warriors stretched out their hands to turn off their communicators. They would not let that annoying relationship order them. His face has not yet mutated. He is probably Master Huron's **, something for fun, after all, mortal women My body can't stand them!
Several Chaos traitors also formed a group and chatted. "My lord, the Black Heart King, will definitely take care of that kid at night. Look at his unmutated cheeks, which look like a woman's."

"Oh, that blond hair, he doesn't want to shave it off, it's very similar to his Primarch father, isn't it?"

"Ah, Horus must have enjoyed that angel...hahaha~"

They spat foul words as they spoke, and they wanted mortal fear, flesh and blood instead of orders and foolish lost fighting chances.

Under the actions of individual assassins, Vingar saw his communication channels shut down one by one...

"Those bastards... those things that don't follow orders..."

He was so angry that he almost shot a brother and almost did the stupidest thing, but his sudden blood thirst quenched his stupidity.

After drinking the bright red liquid, Vengar lifted his head weakly, he watched those brothers move forward weakly, and then... a huge flash rose, and the revenge of thousands of Astra Militarum martyrs came...

The terrifying power even ascended to the orbit of the planet and the crimson light was clearly seen by the Black Heart King. He showed a strange smile, as if those dead space warriors were not his children.

Because he knows that this tragedy will bring him the most powerful fighter, the most powerful commander, and he will get a real right-hand man...

　I just found out that I got the names of Vengar and Artex wrong. After Chapter 2 was released, Valtex did not appear, sorry!
　　
　
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