Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #20 - Chapter 20 The Demons of Catachan

Until the dawn of human existence, He is still by his side. Is that the true power that every human being believes in? The warriors from the jungle thought so and believed so. Under the guidance of the God Emperor, the powerful Catachan people What kind of heroic actions can you make?

In the long history of the empire, the Catachan people have still created jaw-dropping miracles, and there came the heroes of the Catachan 72nd Regiment, a group of five imperial elites.

Everyone in the Imperium is aware of the power and honor of the Septons Astartes, but there are not many mortals who can compare with them.

Cadian, Krieg, Valhalla, Fortress World, Death World, of course…

Catachan.

When the Catachans landed silently from the transport plane, there were only a hundred people in a group, and they didn’t have much clothes, and their muscles were bulging. They wore jungle green camouflage uniforms, most of them just wore vests, and a few of them were naked. .

Everyone there, regardless of rank or gender, has their heads shaved except for a short mohawk on the top of their head, and many have tattoos of skulls, Imperial Sky eagles, or symbols of their hometown.

The Catachan Demon’s curly body, the terrifying truck-sized or even train-sized scorpion native to Catachan, has always been a favorite among soldiers.

What could be more reminiscent of Catachan’s homeland than a terrifying, living killing machine?

Soldiers with higher military ranks, such as sergeants and sergeants, will not have their rank insignia printed on their uniforms, but will choose to cut it off or tattoo it directly on their legs and arms.

All of them, even those without tattoos, have scars all over their bodies, whether they bear the marks of past battles or whether they were wounds inflicted during their time on Catachan.

Each soldier wears a red bandanna, the symbol of the Catachan jungle warriors. They wear it in different ways, mostly on their heads or foreheads.

Some tied it around their legs or arms, or hung it around their necks, but all wore it proudly.

Although they wield a variety of weapons, such as automatic leg guns, laser carbines, and flamethrowers, each of them carries a long-edged Catachan sword, which is like a red leg scarf, otherwise A symbol of their status.

The unnamed lieutenant colonel who led the team there wielded a powerful bolt shotgun. His right leg had been lost and replaced by a shining silver power glove.

He holds the gun with one leg, making people wonder whether his arm strength can bear the recoil force of the weapon, and the roar of the power fist glove’s servo is faintly heard.

When a group of school-level officers came to greet them, but he was not enthusiastic and did not shake a leg. If I asked him, they would reply, “Catachan does not travel with the people of the gentle world!”

That’s why the Ministry of Military Affairs has always had a low opinion of Catachan, but there is no doubt that Catachan’s reputation was not given by the Ministry of Military Affairs, but was honed in their desperate world.

And they had a terrible feeling that they were in the wrong place. The 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment were obviously a bunch of cowards! The newly formed garbage army is the worst kind in the world with no discipline and no gentleness.

They walked into the church. In a separate room, a short and fat man stood up from his seat at the table. He was wearing a rather tight uniform. The star and Imperial Sky Eagle on the shoulder straps highlighted this person’s star. The identity of the major general of the border army.

“Ah, he guessed it was Lieutenant Colonel Avada. He guessed it was Major General Nilom.”

“Thank you to me and the 72nd Catachan for joining their sacred mission to rid that world of the Greenskin threat.”

Avada replied. “They will go wherever they are appointed, sir.”

The major general kept saying. “No, of course, but he doesn’t want to thank me. He’s happy to have warriors as good as you join us.”

“He has no doubt that our expertise in jungle warfare will be of greatest use there, please…”

Nilom made a gesture with his legs toward the table, indicating that the conversation would become confidential.

“Joining them while they are discussing the Eastern Steps will ensure that the orks of that sub-sector have been kept out of that world.”

“As far as he knows, I’ve met at least a few greenskins in previous glorious battles?”

Avada nodded and walked to the table. “Karst.”

“Wrong, some warbands that were repelled from the Karst by the imperial army seem to have joined forces with the warbands that advanced into the Gondva system.”

“Greenskins have that disgusting habit, don’t they?”

“Wrong, please leave.”

Avada replied. “He prefers to stand.”

“very good.”

After Nilomu finished speaking, Avada saw the general notice his power gloves again.

he continued. “He has read several reports about me. The soldiers call me ‘Hell Fist’, right?”

The lieutenant colonel nodded.

Major General Nilom smiled. “Did I take it east?”

the lieutenant colonel replied. “Then do you want to wear it?”

The female staff officer walking beside the table stood up. The legs of her chair made a squeaking sound on the polished stone floor, and then the whole chair fell behind her.

“How arrogant! Can I be a Lieutenant Colonel and I’m still talking to a Major General of the Imperial Guard!”

The lieutenant colonel stared at the staff officer with his eyes, and she hesitated in her movements, and then she was soon slightly shocked. After all, those eyes were only those of a soldier who had experienced countless battlefields and deaths.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada asked whether to continue. “He read the briefing report. The third outpost was attacked, and they bravely dealt with the greenskins. Now he needs to eradicate the threat there?”

Nilom looked at the strategic map. “Yes, that’s generally true, but…”

“There are reports that there is a special orc subspecies that can hide itself.”

Lieutenant Colonel Avada’s cheek twitched slightly, and then he answered naturally. “He’ll take care of it, he’s just a beast.”

Avada has been eating the dried meat of death cobras since he was five years old, and in Catachan, you can only taste the food you kill yourself, so there is probably nothing in that world that can kill him in the forest.

After they walked out of the headquarters, Avada decided to lead the entire regiment to outpost No. 3. They had a while to rest, but the forest was too easy for them.

The female lieutenant next to him looked at the spreading forest. At the top of the layer, he could see beyond the huge dense forest into the distance.

“It’s humid and warm. It’s much better than the karst sand and ocean, isn’t it?”

Lieutenant Colonel Avada held the power fist glove and used his destructive stance to create sparks in the air.

“Don’t mention that place again! Is that a battlefield that has been won…”

The lieutenant rephrased. “It looks a lot like Catachan, doesn’t it?”

Avada retorted again. “It’s missing a lot of things, like screaming…”

Then, he left with the soldiers and headed towards Outpost No. 3…