Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 73 The STC of the Dark Ages in Today's Karoo City
It has been several months since the psychic communication disappeared. The astropaths have nothing to do with the think tank of the chaos traitor. The game of souls in the subspace will always fail. In the desperate silence, under the dark light of the void, Karoo City Still standing.

Even if the magnetic field blocks communication in the entire world, even if the words of the astropaths cannot be conveyed, this city that has gone through 2 years still exists.

From the age of dark science and technology to the present, this solid capital star port has maintained a high-intensity product output capability, so far...

The riots of civilians appeared on the streets, hunger, fear, worship of traitors and people who didn't know where to come out, and people who believed in those unknown dark evil gods pervaded the streets of Karu City.

The heavily armed bailiffs of the Ministry of Justice used their explosive shells to tear through the flesh of the thugs, and the oppressive and red liquid wet the ground.

During this period of time, the whole city fell into a nightmare, the dark gods' smirks echoed in the sky, and the fluctuations from the subspace polluted the place. However, after the war, the sparse population was convenient for the planetary governor to manage, and the nobles rarely joined due to duels. rebellion.

But John Dern still feels tired. How much energy does it take to control the daily operations of such a large city?
It is unimaginably huge, even if his carefully crafted slogans are hung on the streets, and the statues of the emperor fill Karoo City, those disgusting cultists will still come out inexplicably.

And this is all the operation of the Black Heart King, his think tank in the subspace is constantly spreading the evil knowledge, when John Dern realized this situation, when the astropaths found something was wrong, those who are slightly sensitive to the subspace will "wake up".

And the psykers hidden in the hive are their leaders. Those disgusting things with mutated bodies have now become the leaders of various evil sects, and they continue to spread the gospel.

Even so, the game between the planetary governor and the Black Heart King has just begun. The evil traitors continue to spread rumors through the weak will of the psykers in the hive, making people here begin to suspect that they are not citizens of the empire, but some Residents of rebel camps.

Even if they see the Adeptus Astartes protecting the world, they will still forget most of the truth because of the rumors.

Moreover, the long-term work and oppression have also caused a lot of complaints from the people at the bottom. John doesn't think that those people have a good overall view. Now he just hopes that the stupid things will shut up.

Before that, he hadn't understood why the guide of the Ministry of Military Affairs would capture or kill psykers as one of the highest priorities, even second only to killing the enemy, almost one of the enemies.

This group of people who are weak but can see the darkness is full of instability, like bombs buried in his city.

The black ships of the Tribunal seldom come here, and the psykers produced by the world's sparse population are far from being threatening, but now they are inspired, and the communication of the traitors is so convenient that it seems to be able to ignore physical and distance However, the empire needed astropaths to issue passwords that were complicated enough to proofread in three or four books, and even crazy divinations like astrology and predictions.

This world seems to have natural malice towards human beings. This crazy idea flashed through John Dern's mind. Now he understands why his former chief always looks so sad. Maybe he knew the real world.

But the planetary governor will not fall, John Dern is not a liar, not a soldier, not a nobleman now, but the man who is responsible.

He tidied up the governor's gorgeous clothes, and thought that this world lacked experience in arresting psykers and detection methods, which made those cultists so crazy, so he activated the craziest methods to resolve this matter swiftly and resolutely.

That is, all those who believe in cults will be judged on the spot by PDF and the Ministry of Justice. He has given those departments the greatest authority, and can even try noble families.

The price is the abuse of their abilities and countless deaths by the Ministry of Justice and PDF, but in this situation, there is no other way.

Now that flags of various colors are raised, John Dern feels a tingle in his heart. He can't bear those stupid guys to defile everything he and his comrades have laid down.

"Only betrayal can't be forgiven." This was the only word he said this month besides stamping it, and it made all the departments of the city tremble.

Cleansing, death, the population of Karoo City has decreased by one-third in just one month, and the hive city that was once full is now empty, but the living people still have to bear the huge supply needs of the Star Militia Army.

But the effect was also immediate. The chaos and corruption of the entire city dissipated instantly. The Black Heart King was surprised to find that in such a short period of time, no one responded to the knowledge sent by his psychic think tank.

He couldn't help but feel that he really underestimated this world. Now that she has lost her old blood, she is full of vitality. The current Black Heart King also has wounds that haven't healed yet, so it is difficult to take this dark green gem.

The contest between the two kings was over. Although John Dern did not die, he suffered heavy losses.

The highest position in the world, in the Starport of Karoo City, where there has been no news for two months, the once-bustling commercial trade has stagnated, and all ships close to this world have been destroyed by the Destroyer Ghost, and the Starport has completely ceased operation. .

Standing here, looking at his own city, John Dern sighed in his heart. He has surpassed others, but hangs high here, unable to do anything alone. He only hopes that the dynasty will change as soon as possible, so that he can achieve success.

Violence, blood, and force entangled his body, and he used all means to win. Now he can understand the depravity of nobles, but he is extremely envious of Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair who is still in the Astral Army.

John Dern lit the cigar. He didn't like the taste, but now he was used to it and even loved it.

White smoke spewed out and spread out in the hot and humid wind. John Dern watched the laser orbital defense array made by the mechanical priest shake constantly, ensuring the safety of the city.

And the huge half-moon-class cruiser, the Bordello, is like the sword of Damocles hanging above her head.

He wanted to quote the classics of ancient Terra, Macbeth, etc., but found that he had no ink in his stomach, so he could only speak with a wry smile. "Fuck his mother, by the Emperor, traitors should be burned to death!"

A mechanical sound sounded.

"Traitor, you should make it into a machine servant for me to use."

It was someone I hadn't seen for a long time. John stood up immediately and patted the dust off her body, because she was the only technical person in the world.

"Miss, long time no see."

The Mechanic taught the girl to adjust back to her normal human voice, and answered. "Yes, it's been a long time, but I can still live for an estimated 600 Tyra years, as long as I haven't perfected my transformation."

"I've come to check out the orbital array here, and I want to inform you of something."

John is a little strange, they would not have any interest except stc, but now they are looking for him?

"What's the matter, the request of Mechanic God, I, the governor, will definitely complete it."

The mechanical teacher answered. "I don't leave home but I know that there is a rebellion caused by psykers here. Although I feel deeply uncomfortable, because my emotions still exist, I need this world to use all its power to produce the stc that I have spent many days and months replicating. "

"The technology of the dark age, the production line of deflagration weapons!"

John Dern's cigar fell to the ground. It was something that many imperial worlds dreamed of. Now it was understood and placed in front of him in a fair manner. The treasures of the Dark Ages were sought after even in Terra.

"Detonation weapons? After the unspeakable rebellion in the 30th millennium, few worlds can produce them! Are there any in our ruins?"

The girl nodded. "Although it is not a military version, it can just provide the power of mortal fire. If it can be mass-produced, hundreds of shots are enough to destroy any enemy."

"The stc has completed the analysis, and the deflagration assault gun is completely sufficient for ordinary people to use."

John Dern looked at the burning cigar on the ground, picked it up, wiped the mouthpiece and continued to smoke, as if trying to calm himself down.

"Today, there are 56 factories that can still be used. Except for the civilian production line, there are 34 factories with lathes, all of which are used to produce heat ray ammunition for deflagration weapons. If we want to support the war, we should come up with things that can be produced as soon as possible."

"Give me three days, and I'll send the first batch of precious ammunition to the front, whatever the cost."

Hearing the planetary governor's answer, the Mechanician girl stood up and was about to leave with him, chanting silently.

"For, Om Messiah..."

Fortunately, she didn't see the terrible things that Alan Baier did to the Chimera on the front line...

But because of the emergence of stc, the whole world became active again. Because the production capacity is not high, there are not many ammunition that can be exported. Instead, the production line of deflagration ammunition has become the most popular work line in the entire hive because the working time is only nine hours.

Hundreds of thousands of people were relieved from heavy work, rested and played around in the square, and three days later, the first batch of precious deflagration weapons were completed.

The stc has become a booster for the residents of the hive capital, allowing them to see hope, the hope of seeing the world affluent and the hope of making work easier, and it has also become the chip for the victory of the fourth regiment.

The civilian trucks loaded with countless ammunition were pulled up by the PDF and walked towards the rainforest with their fleshy legs, because they did not have the vehicle engines that could operate in the forests of this world.

John Dern walked out of his own city. He hadn't felt free for a long time. Now he took off his fine clothes, put on his scarred bulletproof armor, took his favorite deflagration gun, and put a bayonet on the muzzle.

The feeling of the past filled his body, and the taste of hope and vitality made him sincerely thank STC for the changes brought about. If it weren't for his mortal body, he might have joined the Mechanicus.

Thinking so, he commanded several rickshaws to walk through the dark forest path that he barely opened during this period...

But at this moment on the front line, Alan Bayer, who knew nothing about the situation behind, entered the remodeled Chimera, looking at the dark rainforest in the distance, without any fear in his heart.

"I, Lieutenant Colonel and Commander of the Fourth Skadi Infantry Regiment, Ilan Baier, to all members of the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment, our decisive battle is about to begin, may the light of the Emperor shine on us, those traitors The stain on our world will end here."

"In this long war, there are people who have defeated the most terrible green-skinned orcs with me. There are people who have lost brothers in the confrontation with traitors. It is never good or beautiful to be transformed from recruits to veterans. Blood and The fire strikes us like a furnace."

"We are indomitable, but those who betrayed the empire are extremely fragile. Since the end of the last battle, those who licked their wounds have retreated. According to the report of the Catachan team, in the direction of 189, about five kilometers away, is the enemy's base .”

"Eliminate the enemy, eradicate the heresy, let the light shine on Gundwa VI, and illuminate this sector."

"Repeat again, I, the commander of the [-]th Infantry Regiment of Cadiz, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier sincerely request, all members, live."

The communicator was hung up, and then there was silence, a long silence, no cheers, no sighs, only the thunderous sound of military boots stepping on the ground, 2 people stepped firmly into the forest with unified steps.

They are mortal, they are mortal, they are stupid, short-lived, and ill-informed, but they are better than steel, and better than Superman, for they are the Imperial Hammers, Astra Militarum, Imperial Guard, [-]th Skadi Infantry, Protection People from his second hometown are also heroes who slaughtered traitors and defeated the green skins!
And in the camp of the traitors, Vengar, tired from training his brother for days, woke up from a nightmare, and his siesta was not long, because he dreamed that the silver star shone high on his body, making him Feel the sting and be ashamed.

He woke up violently from his dormant cabin, and the gauntlet sank into the wall because he couldn't control his strength. He gasped heavily, but it wasn't the desire for blood, but the fear.

"How is it possible, what is it? Those mortals?"

He looked at the sky, but his mood was made worse by the beautiful cloudless day, and he called his servants and asked him to sing obscene hymns to the Chaos Gods he now worshiped.

But he still couldn't calm down the feeling, he could smell it, it was the breath of war, and he might lose?
psionic?Subspace?prophecy?neither…

At last his thoughts fixed on the dream of the silver sun.

"Emperor? My Lord?" He felt his chest burn instantly after he said those two words, and his breathing was difficult, as if he was being grabbed by the throat.

But he got up quickly. "I have stepped out of the empire, you can't control my fate, damn...damn, false emperor... false emperor... loser!"

Weak, with blond hair scattered all over the floor, he staggered to the camp's evil eight-pointed star sign, which was made of countless mortal bodies, evil, depravity, flesh and bones everywhere.

He knelt down on one knee, feeling his chest relieve a lot, but a heavy electromagnetic sound sounded.

"Vyngar, do you feel it too?"

Why did the visitor ask that, because he also felt it, it was a huge walking mech, with black and red paintwork and a huge heat ray gun, and the melee arm that was once called the Imperial Fist had also become the claw of Chaos.

Hymns were pasted on the mech, clearly recording how many compatriots and brothers this killing machine had slaughtered.

Vengar paused for breath. "Yes, it's you, the elder..." He still maintained the saying in the battle group, calling the fearless the elder, because the fighters in this machine may be as old as this battle group.

The fearless man just looked at the shrine of the eight-pointed star, and said to the metallic voice of his younger generation. "You are about to experience the most terrifying war in your life. You have never experienced such a feeling, because none of the enemies you have dealt with have been paid attention to by real power."

"If you don't want your soul to burn under the flames of the false emperor after death, get ready to defeat them now!"

　Today the old book got stuck and exhausted
　　I watched a video of boys and girls dressing up for a day, which is not nutritious...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)