Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #135 - Chapter 128 In front of the Steel Gate, the red army arrives

The Steel Gate, three hellish weapons made of adamantine and ceramic, surrounded by flames and destruction. As one of the core creations of the Mechanicum, such an imperial defense force is mysterious and slightly deified, but in the beginning, everything like that All turned into the “arrogant” appearance of the Mechanicus.

Vice Admiral Marcato has been wandering in the void for a long time. The soldiers on the ship are tired and the transport ship has no place to stay. The Adeptus Mechanicus has repeatedly refused their requests to log in and let him suffer in front of his flagship, the Coloni. insult.

Compared with the lack of supplies, the Imperial Guard’s request to be refused entry is more stinging. Can they come to protect that world?

Lieutenant General Marcato’s legs hit the wooden table in front of him. In a place like that, wooden furniture is not cheap, not to mention the luxury goods that can be handmade, but Lieutenant General Marcato’s legs and arms were on the ground. A small crack was made on the surface, showing how angry he was.

His lieutenant replied calmly. “The God-Emperor is here, General, calm down. Those Mechanicus are not originally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military Affairs. During that period, their Astra Militarum was invaded, harassed, and weakened. If Karu City is not destroyed, With the support of others, they have existed in name only. Under such circumstances, they are naturally arrogant…”

General Makato was silent. He could not deny that in the storm of subspace, they lacked manpower, supplies, and even their equipment compared to the PDFs of individual worlds not in that sector.

Whether the triangular curtain of the Adeptus Mechanicus is enough to destroy the huge structure of dozens of battleships, Ruming’s Astra Militarum does not have the strength to be too strong in front of them.

The so-called cooperation and respect are not based on strength. Although the Astra Militarum is indeed the power that the star system seeks, the Mechanicus, which has been entrenched there for hundreds of years, is a local snake. It is difficult to suppress a strong dragon, so it can be tolerated. The soldiers were confused because they could not dock, and the transport plane driver complained again and again that there was never a place to dock the ship.

General Makato couldn’t help but sigh. “Those mechanical creations actually shut out the Imperial Guard. Unless they turn on the communicator now, apologize to them, and take the initiative to undertake supplies and mechanical maintenance after landing, otherwise he will let them have the same experience of tomorrow one day! “

But despite the vicious words, unlike the Astra Militarum running around, the Adeptus Mechanicus are much more passive unless precious knowledge suddenly appears in front of them.

The adjutant replied at this moment. “There is an external communication, from the Skitarii. Can it be connected?”

Marcato was in a bad mood, and he didn’t bother to look good to those oil guys. “Shut them up.”

The adjutant emphasized at this moment. “No apology.”

Makato raised his head in confusion. “They know those two words very well? What’s going on? We bombed them with cyclone torpedoes?”

The adjutant shook his head. “Let him explain.”

The communicator was turned on and connected to the empire’s playback equipment. In the command room full of messy wires, the buzzing mechanical sound and the atmosphere of scalable pipe flow filled the air.

A light green picture slowly appeared, and a 3D projection of a highly modified Mechanicus data craftsman wearing a robe and holding kraft paper on his legs was projected in mid-air.

“Holy Xanax Om Messiah, my lord, your application for entry into the port has been approved.”

“God Emperor, who made me change my mind? His respected Mechanical Sage?” Marcato felt a little better and was very interested in complaining.

The data craftsman did not answer too much because of his arrogance, but continued to speak mechanically. “They will be responsible for the maintenance and docking of the Imperial Guard. They will need to work together to receive the heretic invasion from the east.”

It was hard to imagine that such words were coming from the mouth of the Mechanicus. Before the oil outside their bodies drained away, Marcato still felt that their humanity was about the size of a little finger.

“Praise the God-Emperor. When the Pangia subsystem encounters such a disaster, the Imperial Guard and the Skitarii can unite as one. Is it really better? But if he dares to ask, what are we trying to do?”

Makato would not give them too much face, so the data craftsman would only be silent for a moment before answering. “The lieutenant colonel gave them a lot, and they returned the favor normally.”

Marcato nodded. He probably guessed that he was the only one who could make the Mechanic Cult obey Keli. In view of this, he arranged for Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer to take over, and even replaced him. Position, commanding the entire Imperial Guard’s infantry establishment and armored regiments.

“I hope he didn’t pay too much…” the lieutenant general closed the communication and muttered silently. He was thinking about how to compensate the loyal Skadi’s only regiment, but compared to that, he was now more eager to let the soldiers garrison in the Steel. Door.

The imperial warships slowly moved towards the creations that the Mechanicum was proud of. Those bloody and terrifying macro-cannons and light spears stared covetously, like a terrible nightmare surrounding the void. Defenses made of adamantine and ceramic steel wrapped around those natural creations. Make them war machines.

Lieutenant General Marcator was both pleased that they had so much fire support, and also feared the power and power of the Adeptus Mechanicus, although they were certainly not loyal.

The gods ignore everything in the dark void. Maybe one day the Mechanicus Church will betray, maybe the Astra Militarum, or maybe the Astartes will be left in the East. No one can say clearly, but everyone has a vague feeling that if the Empire If such a cruel thing happens again, it will inevitably fall apart. When the Eastern human civilization once again roams the stars, the Emperor probably cannot tell.

There is no unanimity outside the empire. If the original body returns, then things may be better. At least the Mechanicus will not shut out the loyal ones and have to give benefits before they can come in.

The corruption of the empire has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and buried into the skin, like a terminal illness. Such a run on the Astartes is even more unbearable and crazy for the Astartes, and the Astartes’ arrogance makes things even more intensified. It is ironic that the Chaos Gods cannot Defiled the minds of superhuman demigods, but the high lords can accomplish what the supreme beings cannot.

Conflicts, suspicions, and fears in the human heart are the basis for the increase in the power of Chaos. When Vengar, the former Red Angel, demigod, Astartes warrior, traitor, and former Star Claw, commander of Ruming’s Red Corsairs He stood on his own Chaos flagship, and he had reached his limit just two years ago.

He realized that in that galaxy that year, whether his honor was scarred by the failure of mortals, many of his achievements were stagnant, but he had to admit that Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair gave him a Lesson, how to be ruthless as a soldier, something he lacked before.

The bright red wine glass came with his supplies. He changed servants, but he still refused to be an iron guard. Obviously he had a soft spot for those noble soldiers. He grabbed the supplies with his dark legs and drank the wine. “How long does it take to arrive?”

replied the mortal servant. “20 hours.”

Veengar waited for a long time. After that escape, the chaotic warp hurricane swept them into a void of nothingness. But what awaited them was not despair, but whether they could rule the entire maelstrom and counterattack the empire. strength.

He soon realized the beauty of that. The Blackheart King also had a real second-in-command. With Vengar and Huron under the command of the Legion, the Red Corsairs were devastating the empire’s territory.

“Full speed ahead, but please be aware that the engine is overheating. Report to the runesmith and have him heat that thing up.”

the mortal servant asked uncertainly. “Sir, the military there should not be strong. According to their star map records, there is a forging world in that star system that barely has defense capabilities.”

“That thing consumes too much energy to drive Yidong, and their attack pace will be slowed down because of that thing.”

How dare a mortal servant suggest that? Is that something that rarely happens in the Chaos Space Marines? Those guys in the Eye of Fear slapped the mortals in front of them to death when they encountered it, but Veengar said.

“Is he transferred from the Imperial Guard from the three hundred worlds he conquered later, so I don’t know. The guardian force of that galaxy is not simple. Listen to him, otherwise things will become uncertain.”

“They need to resolve the matter quickly and end the matter as quickly as possible.” A trace of resentment flashed through Veengar’s eyes. It was his biggest shame in a hundred years. He wanted to take back a certain imperial officer for the last month. You can’t even sleep well because of it.

Blood debt was paid with blood, and the resentment of the three hundred battle brothers who slept in the dark green gem wrapped around his body like a nightmare. The betrayal of the most trusted mortal made him never dare to touch others again. If he did not overcome that inner demon, That world will not give him success either.

Dozens of battleships slowly drove in and approached. Pulled by the sublight speed engines, those behemoths covered the star field of the empire. Light spears and cannons, torpedoes and assault ships, hundreds of battle brothers with a large number of former Imperial Guards, The traitors beg to bring blood and carnage to that sector.

Among the huge group of battleships, the pitch-black Yongxuan was also looming in the void, like a whale swimming in the void, but those battleships were nothing more than small fishes.

They smelled the smell of blood and approached. Those wounds were the conflict between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus. Although they were gradually healed because of Alan Bair, the gap would not disappear in a short time. Under Lieutenant General Makato Seeing a lot of promethium in the supply list being stuffed into the creature column, a lot of words saying Ohm Messiah were mixed into the prayers of the God-Emperor who was allocating soldiers, and his anger gradually became stronger. .

“Adjutant, he left his wife and children to protect that galaxy for about two years, but did the Mechanicus there treat him so wrong?”

The adjutant was silent. Is this a complete cultural difference issue? Anyway, for the Mechanicus, the things here are excellent supplies.

Those large containers were transported in one after another, and the priests carefully wiped and prayed to help the Imperial Guard’s war engines. It was true, but conflicts among people often would not have happened if they were not kind-hearted.

If people could understand each other without obstacles, the world wouldn’t be so bad, the adjutant quickly put forward his opinion. “They can give the fuel there to other worlds in exchange for food supplies.”

The lieutenant general shook his head. “They are neither soldiers nor businessmen. Even if they are hungry, they cannot afford a warship. A soldier has left the war zone, not to mention they are not the main force.”

Marcato’s will is indeed good, but such an idea cannot solve practical difficulties. The Mechanicus also faces this problem. The degree of mechanical transformation of their skitarii is at least 30%, and the people stationed here are not elite. There was little food for humans.

Although the supply ship prevented them from experiencing food shortages, the ration supplies during the battle were definitely poor. Fighting on starch cubes would demoralize naval soldiers.

Is it because General Makator knew what the war was like that he was so angry at the actions of the Mechanicus? Even though as a high-ranking member of the empire, he knew very well what the Mechanicus was doing.

But if there is a place to stay, we should thank the God Emperor. His anger can barely be suppressed. However, if the war falls into a long tug of war and the supply of the Imperial Guard is cut off, it will inevitably lead to failure, and their military strength cannot tolerate anything. Not going well.

But the dark void didn’t give Makato much time to think. Just one day after settling in, the auspicious device detected the enemy’s invasion.

The flashing lights in the command room indicated that the destroyer had detected the enemy’s position, and Marcato turned on the communicator. “report.”

Wrong answer. “3 there is… what what?! God Emperor! The world of demons, the world of demons!”

A buzzing electromagnetic sound came from the communicator, and Makato looked extremely ugly. “The Dominion Skitarii, prepare for battle. Follow the directions and locations given by the signal. The enemy will be within range in about an hour.”

The hustle and bustle of war once again filled the entire void, and the once peaceful place became restless. The warships that had just landed to rest set sail again after the priest’s blessing, and the Imperial Navy, which enjoyed a hint of natural gravity, put on its military cap.

The number of approaching enemies was not very large, and the oriole shone brightly, clearly marking all the enemies of the empire.

“10 is the destroyer, 16 is the cruiser, 4 is the battleship… 1 is the flagship…” Marcato took a deep breath. He looked at the enemy’s deployment. The imperial battleships also slowly moved forward. When the war engines reached the battle void, Before, that kind of suffocation and depression was enough to make the recruits collapse.

But the Imperial Navy of the Ming Dynasty was accustomed to it. The firepower of the Iron Gate guarded the place, and the orc warships were also ready to go. Although their military strength was not an advantage, they could definitely lose easily.

“Five kilometers… three kilometers, two kilometers, liquid plain, volcano cannon shooting!”

War Curtain, Gate of Steel, the huge creation that protects the world of the empire shoots out fierce heat rays. The huge mass is like a knife that cuts things outside the range of Yuan Tellurium’s field of vision. It sizzles, penetrates the void shield, and cuts ships. Structure, with just three shots, three asteroid-level fortresses destroyed an enemy cruiser, and the huge consumption of such an attack also caused the volcano cannon to fall into a long period of recovery. Unless the God of All Machines complained, otherwise in a short time Difficult to fire.

After the heretic battleship turned into fireworks and exploded in the void, General Makato used the communicator to shout to all the imperial soldiers. “The battle begins!”