Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #115 - Chapter 110 Distributing Farm Tools to Astartes

After experiencing the untouchables transformed by technology, Ailanbair felt that he was so stinky that he wanted to die, and his whole body was covered with goose bumps, that kind of disgusting feeling.

But no matter how uncomfortable he was, he couldn’t abandon those things. He had to shield Lingke to get out of there. At this moment, those twisted corridors became straight, and those terrible monsters disappeared, but the red light of the badge kept reminding him that it was time to go.

In the rapid movement of the battleship corridor, the promethium lamp kept shaking, shining on Yongxuan, and outside the wreck without the influence of the subspace, everything was so quiet that it was terrifying.

Ailanbair couldn’t help wondering why there was such a thing on the ship, but it was obvious that the ship existed only to transport that equipment, so it was a ship, covering its ears and stealing the bell, hiding its ears and eyes.

The research on the countermeasures of Lingke touched the huge capital behind the navigator family, and it was forced to turn the most advanced warships of human beings into wrecks.

I don’t know if she succeeded in surviving the enemy’s siege, but it’s obvious that she failed. Maybe the discovery of the anti-psychic position can allow humans to survive the end of the Dark Ages, but the Iron Man Rebellion has completely destroyed human civilization.

In any case, it is unclear whether the success of the ship will represent the decline of the Dark Ages. A few years ago, when the imperial officer stepped over those damn, 20,000-year-old metals, he felt the extreme cold that did not belong to humans.

Until he saw the light of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, until he crossed the psychic position, until those loyal soldiers looked at him like they saw a ghost, Alan Baier’s first move was to turn off the badge before the psychic noticed his untouchable mode, and the first sentence he said was no. “Is there anything to eat? He’s starving.”

“Don’t forget the water!”

The soldiers of the Skadi Fourth Regiment instantly got up from their scattered and lazy state, and the staff urgently handed over food. In the small camp, in just a moment, Alan Baier was crowded with people.

As the Imperial Guard, they have good order. Ryan can only ask the staff officer in school.

“Where did I go? It’s been four days. It’s much colder there than they thought. There’s not much food supply.” The staff officer handed over a kettle and a can of Goro beast. Alanbair skillfully pried open the iron sheet of the can and ate it.

“What’s the matter? He was lost in there for about four hours?” The staff officer replied. “They entered the wreck several times and tried to find me, but they found that the soldiers had eaten several days’ food in a few hours and the spirits were tired.”

“The machine souls there are very unfriendly to them. They are stationed in the tribe of orcs or outside the warships, otherwise they may be targeted.”

“During that time, about three or four groups of orcs were killed by traps. The Space Marines will continue to wait there, and they will retreat.”

Alanbair waved his legs. “No, give him the battery.” The staff officer obeyed the order and took out the batteries that were now very few, while Alanbair pressed the connectors of those things on the badge, and soon the technology of the Dark Ages was full of potential. In the darkest 40,000 years of the Empire, the Mechanicus relied on the strong practicality of the Dark Ages technology of mankind to help mankind through the difficulties again and again. Although it was not relying on old capital, the human family was really rich. “It can be used barely.” Watching the red display dissipate, Alanbair breathed a sigh of relief. He still couldn’t forget the feeling of being threatened by the warp, and cold sweat almost soaked his clothes. “Where are the Space Marines of the Destruction Eagle Regiment? Where are the angels?” Alanbair asked. The staff officer answered. “They have sneaked into the wreckage to find the greenskin troops that have arrived one after another. Whether the Greenskin War has ended during that time, their number has suddenly increased.” “Warships that are deadly to them are not worth mentioning to Space Marines. They will not starve to death, and the witchcraft in the warp is useless to them.” Alanbair was a little dissatisfied. “But we can’t let them be so undisciplined. After all, they are the angels of the Emperor. We’ll give them something good later.” He rubbed his shoulders. “Ask the strongest person in the team to follow him. No spiritualists are needed. They can go to the abandoned ship to find things, food, etc. He has seen it. It is a civilian ship. There are no terrible artillery in the Dark Ages, but there should be a lot of food.” “Remember to bring a backpack or something. There are a lot of things to take away.” Ryan asked uncertainly. “Then how can their soldiers ensure that they are conscious and don’t get lost?” Ailanbaier patted the badge on his chest, which was about the size of a thumb. “The witchcraft of the Dark Ages can make him untouchable, which means that he can dissipate the evil machine spirits nearby by eating and drinking normally now.” Ryan asked. “Is it really okay for them to use such things!?” He pointed at Ailanbaier, while condemning his recklessness, complaining a little, and more of the fear of the unknown. Such performance is also the typical attitude of the imperial people in the Dark Ages. But Alan Baier did not refute, and asked the staff to answer first. “In times of crisis, the Emperor will forgive them. If this thing leads to irreversible bad changes, it is their own fault.” “Master Ryan, continuing to stay at this critical moment is crucial to their victory. Don’t you understand?”

The words of the Imperial high-ranking staff made the colonel nod. In many cases, the position of the staff in the Imperial Guard is independent of the Imperial officers, and therefore, the staff has a lot of say. In many cases, the relationship between the staff and the soldiers is more intimate and close than the relationship between the Imperial officers and the soldiers. Of course, such a relationship can also be maintained. “Since the staff said it, he has no power to refute it, but no matter what, take his soldiers with him, they must obey, and if something goes wrong, the 143rd Regiment of the Paltolia Guard will also be held responsible.” Ryan replied. Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair could feel the comradeship in it. At the end of the dark 40th millennium, the two unrelated worlds of the Empire, completely different civilizations, understood each other at this moment. That is the charm of the Imperial Guard, and why humans in that cruel galaxy can continue to the future. Alanbair saluted. “As long as the Emperor is there, their friendship will never change.” Ryan replied. “If there is a day when Skadi is in trouble, the 143rd Regiment of the Paltoria Guard will never retreat and will provide support at the fastest speed.”

Alanbair retorted. “He will not let his hometown fall into such a state, nor will he let his star region fall into suffering. Even if he fails to come to Abaddon, he can crawl back to the Eye of Terror in front of the Emperor’s Hammer.”

Lian smiled at the school. “He believes in me, you will never do that.”

Alanbair did not answer, he acquiesced, that is the confidence of the 4th Regiment of Skadi, and also the confidence of his soldiers.

“Now, those who are willing to go with him to collect supplies come out.”

The neat sound of military shoes echoed in the camp, and Alanbair cursed. “He is asking us to take a step forward, did you hear it wrong?”

The 4th Regiment of Skadi and the 143rd Regiment of Paltoria answered in unison. “No, sir, they are all obliged.”

Alanbair sighed. “Okay, pick it yourself.”

Whether it was good or bad, Alan Baier felt that the man would definitely not make trouble, so he was quite touched, but the resources were limited, so he could only find people who looked like they could carry more things.

He chose a few big men, and Alan Baier knew their names by heart. Inside the Imperial Guard, it was normal for the commander to remember the soldiers at the second lieutenant level, but Alan Baier could remember the names of thousands of non-commissioned officers around him, because they had fought side by side with him, and they were not only the people who survived at first, but also the ones he chose and trusted.

The soldiers who were chosen smiled happily, because they wanted to save their troops, even if they couldn’t move things, they were happy.

Alan Baier knew that for the Imperial Guard, there was no place more like home than the army, which was equivalent to going out to make money when there was no food at home.

When the dark ship door was illuminated, the power of the Untouchables drove the demons and distortions to disappear, far surpassing the countless Spirits. Of course, he could not start it next to the Spirits, otherwise those humanoid subspace rifts would go berserk.

Entering the place that once frightened people, the lumens of dozens of people illuminated it like a red sky. Although the soldiers were not used to the uncomfortable feeling of the chief’s presence, they still knew that they could not leave him.

The footsteps of military boots echoed in the warship, the dark road was illuminated, and the storage room was emptied. There were many genetically programmed starch foods and canned foods in the dark age that were very edible under the influence of the subspace, and the subspace had little effect on them. Only intelligent creatures with souls in the subspace would feel uncomfortable.

Of course, it is also possible that the spirits attached to the surface dissipated because of the power of the Untouchables. After all, the real universe is still a material world, not as disordered and terrible as in the subspace.

The soldiers happily filled their backpacks. In order to save money, many people directly took food and stuffed it into their stomachs. The sound of chewing continued. The pure water stored by humans in the Dark Ages was also opened and poured into the soldiers’ stomachs.

As for the pathological changes in those things, that was inevitable, but canned food and water should still be edible in the materials of the Dark Ages. Ailanbaier tasted a little and it tasted very good, sour and sweet meat or salty vegetables.

And the storage room was very large. In addition to food, there were many electronic devices for entertainment. It was clear that it had completely become scrap metal. Even if all those things were removed, the available food there could support the elite of the Imperial Guard to continue to stay for half a month.

“Leave some space, don’t fill it all with food, leave it empty, and wait for them to find something better.” Ailanbaier emphasized that the soldiers were not very interested when they heard that it was better than food.

Chirping asked. “Boss, what are they taking?”

Some veterans knew the character of their superiors very well. “Boss, you must have found something good again. Those priests of the Mechanicus are desperate for it, so you just take it for granted.”

“Boss, am I interested in working for the Mechanicus after I retire?”

Alanbair laughed. “They, they just want to waste things, kowtow to those ancient treasures. If those weapons can be properly handed over to the hands of the Imperial soldiers, whether they are Astartes or Astra Militarum, they can make the enemies of the Empire suffer.”

“But they have different opinions, such as whether the technology is dangerous or whether it will be corrupted by the warp. He is a bit vulgar, and he cares about whether the current thing can kill the alien.”

The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment nodded, and although the 143rd Regiment of the Parttorian Guards with strong discipline did not say it out loud, they agreed in their hearts. If those things could kill the aliens, they would be willing to endure part of the price.

The empire is wrong about sacrifice, and the worship of force and battle has been deeply rooted in the bones. Although the action of the oil guy is logical, it is not really widely recognized. For thousands of men and women who are wrong about the empire, living is more important than the cost.

Then Alan Bayer took them to the place where farm tools were stored. The soldiers’ eyes were already straight. “Power weapons?”

“Then what about those treasures of the Empire that only a Captain Astartes can use?”

“Hmm… looks weird? A bit like those in the agricultural world…” The veterans of Skadi’s fourth regiment followed Alan Bair around. Ruming also had a lot of knowledge, and he quickly realized that it was something good.

But whether the destructive attitude of power weapons is priceless to Ru Ming’s empire…

Then they suddenly discovered that Alan Bair actually took out metal throne coins and stuffed them into their legs.

“Well, that’s what he hired us to dig for. The discovery and mining there are very practical and do not consume the power of the Imperial Guard. Do you understand?”

The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment instantly understood. The soldiers of the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards secretly cursed, “You idiot”, and then put away those throne coins.

Alan Bair has a hand in tax evasion, and the soldiers can’t say anything. They are all their own people. Even if the judge comes, don’t even think about taking more!

In this way, those pitchforks, sickles, and shovels were brought back to the camp, fully loaded, and tomorrow the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment would have a rare meal…

In that dark 40th millennium, the former glory and honor of mankind were all covered by a long period of time, but there are still people who inherit those golden wills and continue to the bright future…

Until the Astartes warriors continued to return from their patrols, their armor was full of blood, and the blades of the chainswords were changed again and again. Before maintenance began, they were stuffed with shovels, hammers, and sickles by mortals. A pitchfork or something. When they were confused and ready to get angry, they discovered that the thing didn’t seem to be a power weapon?

Alan Bair said to the soldiers of the Destruction Eagle Chapter. “Comrades, the struggle is still going on, so let’s abandon the empire and raise the sickle and hammer!”

Can the golden will inherited by Alan Bayer be red?

Is he a clickbait?