Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 74 Ferns Can Talk
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Ministry of Military Affairs Document 8712/AM/D09——
Astra Militarum Operations Report

Corresponding number: OR-62750735629
To: Supreme Commander of the Gundvar Subsector Army
Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department
Office of the Supreme Commander of the Ultimate Starfield

Tactical Logistics Support Department
From: Lieutenant-Colonel Elan Baier, officer in command of the World Defense of Gundvar
SUBJECT: Latest Briefing on Gundwald's World Defense Program

Attachments and citations:
Gundwald reference map
Breakdown and Distribution Report of the Gundvaar Star Defense Forces

Final Casualty Report of the Worldwide Greenskin Cleanup Operation

In the name of the Most Holy Emperor of Mankind, Lieutenant-Colonel (insert name here) Alan Bair, submit the following report on the defense of the (insert relevant operational name here) Gundwald Subsector.

According to my last official report, after successfully cleaning up the local greenskin forces, Dagondeva VI was attacked by traitor forces. The Lunar-class strike cruiser Boldero was severely damaged, and the battle was pulled into ground combat.

My HQ and the newly deployed [-]th Skadi Infantry Regiment have reached Gundwar VI, where Traitor forces have landed after emerging from the Warp.

The unusually active and fluctuating magnetic field of Gundwa VI makes it difficult to scan sensors in orbit and communicate on the ground. In addition, the dense jungle covers most of the planet's surface, making it almost impossible to rely on visual reconnaissance. Therefore, the current heresy Quantity is unknown.

Nonetheless, I have no doubts about the ability of the [-]th Skadi Infantry Regiment, despite being a relatively new regiment, to rise to the challenge.We are currently engaged in guerrilla warfare relying on local terrain to consume the enemy's vital forces.

See Documents 2 and 3 for a breakdown of current troop strength and casualty reports from the Karst campaign. In general, the Catachan 57th Regiment has completed local greenskin clearing.

But I would also like to draw your attention to Annex 4, that although I have great confidence in the [-]th Skadi Infantry Regiment, I have submitted a seventh request for armored support to the Staff.

The Gundvar system has seen the orc threat before, and has defeated the greenskins several times.I have no doubt that, with the Emperor's blessing, we will do the same thing again (see reference Annex 5 for details).

All of the Emperor's warriors, from me and my staff officers to the soldiers who hold the Emperor's Wrath on the battlefield, are ready to clear the heretical threat from Gundwa VI and continue the holy work of clearing them from this substar District expelled from the territory of the empire.

Our valiant Astra Militarum warriors are ready to face the enemy, ready for the battle to come, and they are in good spirits.
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Communication ends——
In the terrible Chaos camp Vincent is the servant of the gods, the servant of the space fighters, and also a person who believes in power. Showed a desire to be more excited than anyone else, and was even more fascinated by the power of the space fighters.

He's been part of the mortal unit of this ground force for a long time, he's in charge of communications, a completely unnecessary position, useless in this damn world, useless of anything, that god-given radio is sending out Hoarse roars, and psychic communication is also difficult to use due to the scarcity of psykers.

By the gods, Vincent deducted the cortex created by disease on his body, because this damn world is full of humid air, irreversible skin diseases and unclean water sources are constantly rotting his body.

"Damn it..." Vincent looked at the communicator, which was almost scrap metal. He had had enough of his work, and the space warriors had curled up since the last failure.

He needs human blood to satisfy his desires, and he needs sacrifices to the gods to heal his body.

But this world is against him everywhere, making his body sick and making him dizzy. The high temperature and sweltering heat in the forest can kill a person at just thirty degrees.

A thick voice sounded, it was his master, the subject, a space warrior, a former member of Star Claws, a man who only listened to the teachings of the Black Heart King.

"Mortal, have you received the command from our Lord?"

Vincent dropped to one knee. "My lord, absolutely not. Lord Blackheart's message cannot pass through the magnetic field. Only Lord Vingar replied when he sent a message last time."

Then Vincent got punched so hard that he almost flew out and was lying on the ground, his ribs were almost broken, and he was about to burst out of his torso.

"Asshole, you are useless, go patrol the forest now, and give me the radio!"

Vincent lowered his head and picked up his laser gun. "Yes, my lord."

Such warm interactions are common in this damn situation. The space warriors pour all the anger accumulated in Vengar's obedience training on their servants, and Vincent is useless because of his position. The most unlucky hapless bastard.

In green-skinned terms, it is the ugliest fart, who is so green-skinned that he wants to punch him.

Lost Vincent dragged his fragile body to the core of the camp, and he began to enter the formation, but his traitor brothers didn't welcome anyone, they were like frightened birds, talking about how terrible the forest was.

"Who are you? Why did you come here?" The aristocratic soldier who used to be the Iron Guard of the Star Forces pointed his automatic gun at Vincent.

"I was sent by my master to join the patrol." Vincent raised his hands nervously, expressing that he had no intention of attacking, but he could still notice that these guys seemed to have not slept for several days.

How come there are less than 400 people in the full patrol team of about 160 people? Because Vincent is often beaten, he is used to investigating the details, and his bad feeling in his heart is getting stronger.

The nobleman put down his gun. "Go on patrol now, now!"

He dragged Vincent to join the team, and the entire patrol team entered the forest, but almost instantly, Vincent felt uncomfortable the moment he entered it.

His bulletproof armor was sweating, and everyone was lying on the ground. They hardly dared to move, as if they were going to die. The hot and humid wind in the forest and the thick rotting leaves were even more uncomfortable. They seemed to sink into Vincent's clothes everywhere. , bringing the blood-sucking leeches here and the rotting matter that aggravated the skin disease into his fragile mortal skin.

"Why are you... this is near the camp!" Vincent went crazy, he believed that his brothers were crazy, but all he faced was the action of the noble soldiers pushing his head down.

At that moment, Vincent saw something strange. It was the gap in the noble's gorgeous clothes, where the skin was connected, and the empire's... double-headed eagle emblem was hung!

Vincent's head was almost short-circuited, he couldn't understand what was going on here, he could only follow that man dumbly, why he was wearing the symbol of the Empire and was in a high position (for Vincent's high position).

There were too many changes today, and the wet itching brought by the forest made him miss his relatively dry job.

"380! Beam!" The sudden voice interrupted his thoughts, and the team became restless after a while. Aren't they a patrol team?Why is it more like the meat that has entered the pack of wolves?

Vincent immediately raised his gun, but saw a thick beam of overload across his cheek, hitting the body of his comrade-in-arms beside him, the blood wet his cheek, it was the muscle rupture caused by the overload of huge output , the wetness of the soft tissue made him feel better, after all, it was still clean.

If he's not sick...

Vincent took a deep breath, his adrenaline was pumping, and he looked around, but the dark and terrifying forest seemed to have no enemies at all.

Where did the beam come from?Where is the enemy?Vincent felt his throat being strangled, tears were rolling in his eyeballs, crazy thoughts were floating in his head, he was going to die!
He didn't dare to shoot, he was afraid of exposing his position, he didn't dare to face the enemy, he was afraid that they would kill him, but no matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't change the current situation.

He wanted to cry out, cry, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all, just buried his head in the soil, listening to the swishing sound of the beams shooting at each other in the air.

The 160-man army was reduced by more than half in just 5 minutes. Although Vincent did look forward to blood, it was not his own...

His arms were shaking, excitement, fear, all kinds of things were mixed together, smashing into his heart, he could hear the voices of his teammates praying to the gods of chaos, but it didn't work.

He could hear words from the forest, heresy, damn it, maggot insults.

Vincent couldn't understand at all, he just lay on his stomach, he just lay on his stomach...

When a plasma grenade exploded next to him, his entire body was lifted, and the wet soil and the buffer produced by the deviating explosion point and the "coal" made by the plasma hit his face.

His mind was empty, only a light flashed, it was the amulet of the noble soldier, and the silver light in his mind, he cried madly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, Emperor! Emperor!" He knelt on the ground, curled up his body, and bowed devoutly to the existence he spurned. Countless times flashed through his mind. Things beat and scolded and insulted him, and the Chaos Gods ignored him.

He wept, knelt down, and piously, as if those terrible beings hadn't noticed him at all. When the bloody storm passed, there were only six people alive...

They looked at each other, Vincent saw the nobleman, he got up calmly, led Vincent and the others back to the camp swaggeringly.

Next Vincent saw Vingar, the mighty former Crimson Angel, kneeling on the altar, chanting Chaos Prayer, pious and powerful.

He raised his head, dark skin, huge body, he looked at Vincent and several other people who came back, and sighed.

"Dead again? You useless mortals! Aren't you just a few damn humans hiding in the forest?"

Vingar shook his head. "Now, you are responsible for organizing a new team. Remember, you must be more careful next time. This time there are six people, which is very good. I remember there were three people last time..."

Vengar gave those who survived a very high command authority of mortal troops. Compared with his tears, his servants must have experienced bloody and crazy counterattacks, and killed those damned empires when the number of enemies was far greater than himself guard.

Then come back to camp after a harrowing experience with only a few guys left, and they're not losers.

That's right, Vincent is not a loser, he took the badge representing Vingar and pinned it to his chest, now he can say goodbye to those damn things, and when he realizes that his life has changed for the better, he can't help but feel Pleasure, but then think, who is the gift of my experience?
His worship of the Space Marines had been shattered by the defenses of the Imperial Guard, and what little faith he had left in the Chaos Gods had festered as thoroughly as his skin.

Look at him now, hungry and thirsty, cowardly like a mouse, accompanied by death, living without dignity, and weak, as weak as he was in the hive capital, only today he has gained strength.

Vincent's skin became more itchy, he didn't understand why he was suffering so much, the gods were like this, the space warriors were like this, his first betrayal was only because his boss betrayed, he didn't want to die You have to join chaos.

Those disgusting spells and damned prayers fouled his sanity, he had never seen the power of the Chaos Gods, but now he met the power of the Emperor...

This is also the problem of the Black Heart King. He consciously let many chaotic forces avoid his subordinates, but the corruption of ordinary people is not deep.

The situation changed completely when those who were still pure and whose heads had not been completely mutated were selected by their kind.

The noble soldiers led those people to another place. He never said a word, but the group of people followed him, because Vincent knew very well who gave him the itching.

They walked in unison and came to a hidden place in the camp. This was a small church where people in this city once worshiped the emperor. The portrait of the emperor was hung on the wall, and the smoky incense was wafting. Vincent Taking a deep breath, I feel that my physical illness has improved a lot.

There are already three people sitting here, and their bodies don't necessarily have many mutations, but they all have a characteristic. They have Vengar's "gift" on their chests, which represents the badge of dominance.

When they saw the newcomer coming, they immediately laid out the buns, took out the hymns, and kept emphasizing them.

"We survived because of the Emperor's protection. We had no communication with those imperial guards, but we survived."

"The emperor, we took a detour before, but now we are recognized."

After Vincent heard it, he felt sore for some reason. He knelt on the ground and looked at the golden saint.

"My lord..."

For the first time in this world, he felt warmth, anticipation, and a sense of belonging. He had understood all the prayers and kneeling to the Emperor in the Hive City.

Vincent wept as he clutched his head, curled up like a baby, reborn in the Emperor's light.

At this moment, Vincent the Loyalist, was born...

(End of this chapter)