Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 281 The Funeral of a Loyal Person

Chapter 281 The Funeral of a Loyal Person

Months later, the Pangea subsector, which many considered honored, tore the phantom of the void and crawled out of the obscurity of the warp, compared to the baptisms that had been swept away by heresy rituals before. Huohao, not only her route is stable, but she is also in a new state, but she is not the first metal giant with her head sticking out, buzzing and analyzing in the contemplative array or holy bone wetware of the imperial detection satellite, Diligently provide the empire with a slightly stable warp space voyage.

This young satellite, which has worked for the empire for many years, has recorded more warships today than the sum of the previous hundreds of years, 54, and all of them are warships.

Those dark gray behemoths are shining in the faint starlight. Perhaps from a distance, those monsters are members of the stars. The huge body, the flagship is three kilometers long, and the surface is densely covered with churches, winding like a mountain peak.

It’s just that the void is vast and huge, even if those battleships are gathered very close together, the overall appearance is just a drop in the ocean, but no one will underestimate them, any one of those empire’s metal engines has the reality of annihilating small alien civilizations Firepower, while transporting tens of millions of loyal men and women of the empire.

And the flagship that governs its huge force, the Bordello, the person who formed and unified this fleet, that is, the Skadi hero, is looking at the huge star map, frowning.

It's hard to imagine that this huge conference room is also the Lord's bedroom. Messy personal items and complicated plumbing lines are all together. The member was lowering his head to analyze the complex information of the endless void. The astropath raised his head, and his blind eyes felt the intermittent spiritual energy of the void.

But they are not the most colorful crowd. Although they are indeed special, they are still not enough for the legends of the Skadi [-]th Infantry Regiment who have made great achievements in the empire.

Its lord, Lord Alan Bair, just brushed his fingers over the nearest world of the star map captain worriedly. They turned into black with no response and no detection, which means that they have fallen, and turned into the forbidden zone of the free port and refused. Offer the Empire any help, he therefore asked Captain Pouldero.

"It's not a special case. It seems that Freeport expands to three to four star systems to relieve the pressure of the war. This shows that they have a considerable degree of void transport capability and terrible individual quality, and Master Chief, Destroy Eagle they reported resemblance."

The captain rubbed his white beard, and answered with ease. "Bless the Emperor, the Eagle of Destruction has torn apart the starting point for us, so that we can drive straight in. We only need to create enough camps in the world called Loander to ensure the transportation of supplies."

"But a battleship needs a large cargo ship with twice its load, such as a fast-moving high-speed ship, to maintain it. This army is destined to not be able to fight for a long time. Without the help of many worlds in the empire, [-] ships with a length of several kilometers Huge monsters are not a burden we can bear in enemy territory." The chief of staff calmly analyzed.

Alan Bayer was just sleepy due to the long-term subspace travel. He was really excited to step into the battleship because the military life he had not experienced for a long time had restarted. Compared with correcting documents, punishing heretics was obviously more in line with his personal aesthetics.

But with the ensuing warp travel, boredom and sleepiness, and his fear of war or love for people replacing those bloodthirsty, when he realized that those heretics would poison gas their own people, he didn't Finding yourself dealing with crimes of war that even the most vicious villains in human history would not have committed, is now commonplace in the Endless Void.

So he looked at the star map, the confused star map, and asked. "If we use two battleships, that is, about 20 elite infantry or heavy infantry, to be caught in the orbital attack and fall down to break up the enemy's occupation and return many worlds of the empire, is that okay?"

Captain, no, to be precise, all the Skadi officers who stayed on this flagship hesitated for a while. None of them imagined this method, because it would cost too much military power, and it is a taboo for military strategists to disperse their forces...

"One punch is better than a hundred punches. I don't agree." The second lieutenant, to be precise, he and the lieutenant behind him, including the lieutenant who came from the foundry world Panlan, disagreed. They almost didn't agree. It needs to be discussed, this is not disobedience, but reality, because the warships and legion strength of the empire are much better than those who judge heresy!

They can go straight to the core, why do they abolish their martial arts?But Alan Bayer only felt that the child was beginning to have his own opinion, but he still just looked at the star map and asked a question. "Winning is all there is to it?"

Skadi’s officers are very young. They don’t understand why the Imperial Guard is a “Guard” instead of an Imperial Expeditionary Force. When so many worlds in the sky have fallen, old-school officers like staff officers, captains, and Alan Baier understand, What should they do.

However, Alan Bayer just looked at Loander, who was getting closer and closer, and said nothing, because the best course was coming soon, and the group dominated by the second lieutenant also felt that the lord acquiesced to their proposal.

It was only when the battleship was slowly approaching Loander's low-earth orbit, when people looked out of the ship's window, that someone subconsciously murmured. "It was hell."

That's right, hell, although the hive world is cruel, but as the crystallization of the empire's technology, it shouldn't be hell, but now those towering hives have been blasted, and thick clouds of poisonous gas hover in the sky. Ocean, much smaller in size than Terra, but with a higher mass giving it a similar gravity.

It's just that on the complete continent, even tens of thousands of kilometers away, you can still see those horrible scenery. The storm generated by the subspace ability is cruel, and the toxin cloud makes the world dark green, and the most terrifying thing is actually this world. The place facing away from the stars is completely black and deathly silent, if it weren't for the empire's huge hive world, the man-made wonders that are solid and stretching for hundreds of thousands of kilometers are embedded in the ground like pitch-black nails.

Finally, Poldero docked next to the terrible ruins of the space station. The strike cruiser a head bigger than her, where the Baptist Fire was sleeping, her captain sent a message and allowed the Imperial Guard, Skadi IV The infantry regiment and the transport ship of the Bordeaux docked.

But now, most people here think that this place should be a world of death...

The Second Lieutenant's eyes turned cold. He is a soldier, but he will not slaughter others innocently. He has long been mentally prepared, but he is still dissatisfied. Those things are inhuman, but victory is more important.

His mind was confused, very quickly. Those cruel pictures and the scarred world pointed out to this young man what the worst atrocity in this universe was, and subconsciously made him ask himself, is victory important?

"Going down, second lieutenant, you come with me." Alan Bayer suddenly spoke, and the second lieutenant hesitated. "Boss? Shall I go? Chief of Staff or Master Chief of Catachan would be better." He didn't want to see this world riddled with holes head on.

Alan Baier just replied. "You must go today, I order you as your commander, the second lieutenant of the Fourth Skadi Infantry Regiment."

The military order was difficult, and finally when the roar of the transport plane came from his ears, the damned smell of promethium and the Catachan soldiers crowded inside the transport plane reminded him of every attack in countless military careers.

The witchcraft of artificial gravity made him feel physically tired again, but when he left the hangar, the feeling would dissipate, but now he felt suddenly 40 pounds heavier.

The transport plane started up quickly, and then it needed to soar over the riddled surface. Alan Baier poured the messy drink into his mouth with a kettle and wet his throat to prepare for the speech. The second lieutenant couldn't help asking.

"Boss, do you want me to see death and destruction once and approve of your plan?"

Alan Baier finished those drinks and answered. "No, I can't force you to do those things, no one can force you, and force won't make you sincere, but I know, I know Skadi's fighters better than anyone else, including clearly you."

"People who have experienced the loss of their homes, death, sacrifice, and the loss of loved ones should empathize with this world the most. We have experienced, survived, and become better, but they have no choice, no chance, if we do not save They, no one in this universe will lend a helping hand to them."

The engine of the transport plane trembled and left the hangar. The second lieutenant rubbed the tip of his nose. "No, I won't, I won't let victory slip away, people in other worlds have nothing to do with me, I'm only loyal to Skadi, I'm only loyal to the Emperor."

At this moment, a ray of light sprinkled into the interior of the transport plane, it was the light of stars, from the ship cabin outward, the dead land, the cracked road, the few vegetation in this world completely withered, death became the background color of the whole world, corruption , bomb craters, trenches, and rotting bodies.

When the transport plane flew over the star port at low altitude, they saw the living people for the first time. Those were young children and old people, who were taking care of with their little fingers and recovering the relics of the war. The production line relies on manual sorting and transportation.

And the first impression is hunger, dirty, ugly open-air factories, places like garbage dumps, trucks dumped one after another, naked children, starvation, old people are exhausted, and the newly built factory next to Xinggang looks like Huge monsters roar and swallow waste all the time.

The child carried metal and scrap iron to the old man from the collection truck. The old man slowly dried the soil, cleaned it, and then loaded it into the factory to lay the foundation for the construction of the hive capital. At the moment when the second lieutenant looked down, a The child touched the dud, and there was a roar, and the child who was still running on the ground to hand something to the old man was blown away by a yellow ground-shaking cannon, all in pieces.

But the people in this world are not confused or surprised, just a few little devils who are about the same age as the dead children came to clean up the pieces that might be friends, and bring in new people to continue working.

Of course the transport plane landed, and the star port remained intact, but the ones who greeted Alan Bayer were not soldiers, to be precise, those dirty, dry, thin, skinny, adults.

Although wearing the uniform of the Imperial Guard soldiers, it looks ridiculous without body armor and laser guns.

It's just a refugee, the second lieutenant had a bad feeling in his heart, he jumped off the transport plane that hadn't landed yet, and asked those people.

"I am the Second Lieutenant of the Fourth Infantry of Skadi. I want to see your commander. Abuse of the Imperial Guard is a serious military crime!"

That skinny man replied. "My lord, we are not the Imperial Guard, we are the local PDF."

asked the second lieutenant. "Then why are you wearing military uniforms?"

The one who answered him was not the poor man in front of him, but Sergeant Destroyer Eagle who came from a distance. He took his battle brothers and first saluted Alan Baier, who was falling slowly. Rarely in the history of a warrior, the comparison is to a mortal.

Another answer. "Because of the lack of supplies, a mortal in Loander can only get less than half of the normal calorie intake a day, and has to work hard to restore the supply chain. This world is too barren, and almost all factories have been destroyed. And yet keep many survivors alive."

"Those heretics don't care about people who used to be compatriots in the empire. In their eyes, those who don't believe in them are pigs that look alike, and this world is just a place where their sacrifices are produced."

"Louander is too cold in winter. In order to keep people warm, we collected any fabrics to build greenhouses to help them survive the cold winter. The original clothes were also taken away."

The lieutenant shook his head. "What I'm asking is, where is the owner of the clothes? Didn't you say that the Imperial Guard still has more than 3000 serving soldiers? I want them to join my command array!"

The Master Chief wiped the inconspicuous bullet crater on his armor, and seemed to miss something. "Loander 154th Infantry Regiment, Loander No.40 Quadruple Infantry Regiment... Yes, they are loyal and powerful."

"I'll take you to meet them, will the lord come too?"

Alan Baier waved his hand and refused. "I'm going to do some planning. I brought Skadi's team with reconstruction experience, and there is enough food. We need to rebuild the supply point as quickly as possible to maintain a possible war."

The Master Chief nodded, and left with the second lieutenant. Under the protection of the honorable Destroyer Eagle combat brother, he came to a cemetery in a star port with a high standard rarely seen by mortals. Because there were no resources, the construction here seemed haphazard. , the Master Chief spoke. "He didn't want Space Marines to build it, and asked for the survivors they saved, so it was crude."

"Come, let me introduce you to my comrade-in-arms." His huge body knelt on one knee and wiped the dust off the simple dark red metal tombstone with his fingers, revealing an inconspicuous name.

Captain Jeske, who served in the No.40 Quadruple Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard, died of a malignant disease at the age of 27. His soul returned to the throne, and may the emperor protect him.

(End of this chapter)