Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #223 - Chapter 216 The Terror Incident in Militilia
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The winds were turning, with sniping in the streets and massive incursions of the Imperial Guard, as Lemanus marched into the courtyard where the Governor had been forged, the heart of that world.
Interestingly, the anger of the hive city residents is not crazy. Although they are angry, they are more afraid. Unexpectedly, their feelings about casting the governor are very complicated, and they are flocking to oppose the major hive city forces and families. And arrived.
Forging a governor who is wrong to them is a tyrant, cutting off interests, oppression, violence, and finding a handle in the Imperial Guard, the wall is pushed down by everyone.
The monsoon of fate is so capricious. In less than two days, maybe more than a day, which is not the standard 37-40 tera hours, everything there has turned upside down.
At this moment, in the Anglican Church, the senior officers of the Imperial Guard and four Astartes monks were standing in front of the coffin wearing their own war equipment. However, there was nothing in the dense coffin. There were more than ten dog tags. There were quite a few sets of clothes that looked ordinary or even rough.
The inlaid skulls of the church stared there in the east of the light, and the priests wearing huge religious hats sang enthusiastically and loudly to those brave heroes. “The Emperor is here. They have no father or mother, but they don’t know that their fathers are heroes. They were raised by the empire and are not afraid of sacrifice. They are warriors, heroes, victims, monks, and martyrs!”
“Victory! Victory! Victory! Deny the Emperor!”
“It’s all because of the Emperor’s gift that the hardworking people can raise their backs to rest, the tired people can find peace, and the war-torn people can sleep in coffins. Praise the Emperor.”
He put together numerous sacred scriptures, and the skull symbol of honor on it was rubbed from a real person’s head, and was affixed to the coffin, fitting with the bones on the front to prove his loyalty and perfect obedience.
The Imperial Guard is not a god. They cannot repair the corpses destroyed by high-temperature explosions, so they use their belongings to replace the Stormtrooper heroes. And they have neither relatives nor parents, so they can pick them up from their thin and scant changes of clothes. set.
The school didn’t believe that the soul needed such a ceremony to be looked upon by Emperor Huangrong, but he had to admit that whether it was the best reward for those heroes, even if it gave them honors and wealth, would it be wrong for the loyal heir Stormtrooper? All useless.
They have nothing but are steadfast and stronger than anyone else. God and Emperor bless them. How many great people like that are there in the empire? Seeing the state priest’s saliva flying out of his mouth, he felt that it was a good place. In that universe, he believed in the emperor, but the heavy religious rituals and exchanges made his body, which was already tired from the war, even heavier.
The warm light of the star shines in the stained glass of the church. The heroes in the tombs are slowly carried to the cemetery. It is an incomparable honor to be buried in the Imperial Church. Those who saved the Space Marines are also buried in Asta Special witness sent into the soil.
“Ashes to ashes to dust, the Emperor is here, the dead sleep forever!”
After the first few bytes of the long scroll came out, the officers of the Imperial Guard did not even have to mourn any more before they had to go into a new war. Everyone pushed the wall down, but the core thing needed the most powerful force to defeat it. .
Spreading across the core area of the hive city and connected to the source of geothermal energy, the Mechanicus Foundry Governor’s Mansion is, to be precise, the only unoccupied main hive area of the Imperial Guard.
The marching residents and the personal soldiers of the lords and nobles from various places, the troops commonly known as PDF and the marching Imperial Guard have gathered in the small but terrifying black spire.
Is it a complete killing machine fortress, with a large void shield and a thick layer of armor, a light spear that defends against orbital attacks, and a close-range anti-cannon? Most importantly, it is really against those damn traitors and servitors. There is nothing more practical than more people. Manpower is not the basis for the operation of such huge equipment.
Well-trained cultists and terrifying heavy servitors were on standby in the design holes, while civilian parades also carried firearms. It can be said that the war had already begun before the Imperial Guard came.
The rioting crowds are madly attacking because of the disappearance of their loved ones, the disappearance of ruthless people, evil experiments, religion or emotions. They are all imperial citizens who worship force. Automatic guns are almost not standard weapons, bombs and individual legs flow into the black market. Thunder and even more powerful weapons are also available.
Can it be fast, strafing followed one after another, heavy explosive bombs, automatic guns, logging guns, blood, gunpowder, fighting, although there is no guidance from the eight-pointed star, it seems to have nothing to do with the subspace, but is he really sure? Really, a tyrant and traitor.
Whether PDF or citizens of the empire, they are all flesh and blood being shattered by guns at this moment. Those cultists are from the hive world, and the food in the castle is all produced by Weiner. They are all connected, but if all the core resources are not achieved in the first place, it will not be possible. Something like a giant courtyard castle.
Its walls are protected by void shields that can withstand orbital bombardment, it has extensive curtain walls that can withstand direct attacks, and it is surrounded by a vast network of laser defenses that would make any attack from a spaceship suicidal.
Those laser defense facilities can be used to attack ground targets. All roads leading to the fortress are protected by interlocking force fields. The huge open space around the vacated castle is equipped with three circular defense lines.
Those measures protected warehouses, trenches, lines, bunkers, support points, and prepared artillery positions from invaders. The three lines of defense were in turn protected by barbed wire, anti-tank trenches, and thousands of minefields.
Any army that attempts to attack Udon will be stalemate and destroyed.
Therefore, the Forge Governor is still confident. The castle is enough to withstand the expected attacks of the professional Imperial Guard for thousands of years. Even if the entire world is against him, even the entire empire is the same. To the east of it, there are huge bunkers and machines. Warehouse is used to store weapons, ammunition, fuel, clothing and other materials, and various materials.
At the core, Governor Quofu hired a captive group of interstellar pirates. They could use Didong’s huge equipment to leave the world from outside the hive and plunder enough supplies.
For a long time, light and dark materials have been accumulated here, including hundreds of thousands of servitors and hundreds of thousands of cultists, and the ancient castle called Udun has turned into a huge arsenal.
The huge spider-like body was constantly operating and commanding the huge war machine in the center of the castle. To the sage, it was more like a game.
But compared to Ru Ming’s petty troubles, he prefers to forge the pinnacle of power by himself, a heavy tank modeled after the biotechnology of the Zerg and Dark Eldar. The chassis is no different from the Emperor’s Baneblade, but the main gun is full of corrosiveness. The venom monster is, to be precise, a severely modified biological weapon.
It’s hard to tell what its prototype is, but the huge and terrifying monster looks a bit like a Zerg cannon bug, but also has the style of a Bloodling.
That gothic, spiky monstrous creature squirmed its solid exoskeleton and made a crazy twisting sound until several well-trained drivers entered from the modified chassis and controlled the system, which was similar to controlling Crazy Glo. Beast equipment.
In any case, when they stepped into it, the huge monster came quietly. The electromagnetic and neural control equipment made the twisted and painful monster completely silent. The acidic substances stored in its body were extremely terrifying, causing it to The body is trapped in an endless cycle of destruction, melting, and regeneration.
It certainly does not have the ability to be mass-produced. Not to mention how terrible the materials required to cast it are. Just because the body decays, the biomass required for regeneration is astronomical, and the equipment and technology needed to input those things are also not high. An ordinary mechanical priest can afford it.
That grotesque and vicious creature was born as Governor Melkor’s personal toy, for no other reason than that he forged it because he had the power and ability to squander it so much.
With no fear, he gathered the resources of the three worlds and used countless legs, commerce or plunder, so that many of the riches in that sector were turned into a part of the thick adamantium of Udun’s walls, which it did not possess. The decorative features and most of the equipment were on the east side, so no one doubted how a governor could build such a behemoth.
At this moment, his madness and greed were more obvious. The arrival of the Red Corsairs gave him unlimited rights. After plundering the escaped Imperial Guard and most of the commercial ships so far, and being rewarded by the Red Pirates for their achievements in the rebellion and their strategic position, that The arrogant guy came extremely crazy.
That special poison blade was born from this. The thick armor or the roaring servo slowly moved forward, and the holy imperial engine was so defiled that it was extremely ugly.
But its machine soul has long been transformed into a mess. Driven by the chaotic biological will and the engine, it is no longer difficult for the Imperial Guard’s poison blade to fire at the people it once protected.
Passing through the trenches and walls, the black muzzle of the cannon was poked out from the fine gold. There was no warning or prompt. The roaring and sizzling sound was similar to hot melt, but it was far away and large, because it was not measurable and would not spread. And there is no infantry weapon that can melt people with just one drop.
The fire-breathing tanks that once existed in Ancient Terra into the Ming Dynasty are nothing compared to its crazy toxins. The chaotic death plays a terrible symphony with the sound of human body corruption.
And with luck in the cruelty, those poor people did not feel pain. Instead, they instantly merged with the pool of fluid sunken into the ground and turned into a ball of biomass that was easy to absorb. The heavy tank drove out and then crashed into it, like a The small beasts that have preyed on it are particularly deadly, greedily absorbing the liquid inside, even if the huge death and inorganic melting caused by the shot can bury the entire poison blade’s huge body.
Such madness is not ruthless in the eyes of the founding governor. His ruthless work is coquettish and displays its desire.
The mortals looked at the monster in surprise, and still had the courage to shoot at it, but the automatic guns and those useless shell ejectors were too weak to break through the defense.
The projectiles bounced off the thick exoskeleton and armor of the evil creation, unable to even create anything that could be called a trace. On the contrary, one shot from the monster poison blade was enough to evaporate hundreds of people.
Fear and madness spread among the marching troops. Some big men showed off the emperor’s blessing, or worshiped the name of a pope he knew by mistake.
Faith could not guarantee their survival. The tens of thousands of people marching in the square disappeared very quickly, and it could even be said that they disappeared instantly. There were a few lucky people who witnessed the killings and huddled in the corner almost crazy.
The cubs returned to their nests, and the governor rejoiced. Tens of thousands of kilograms of biomass could be saved that time. In his eyes, life was just an accident of meaningless organisms mixed together, and his noble artificial creatures were special and beautiful. They were born with them. The great difference in mission.
And looking at his child, the sage, the governor, who was never confused, he flashed with sadness, because he had a bad fate and doubted his faith. When he was a child, he was born on Mars, and his parents didn’t know it. Fortunately, he had no obvious mutation, but he The small scales on his body told him whether he was a hybrid born from a mutant.
The climate of Mars is terrible, and everyone he sees is an inhuman being who has given up his body. He lives in a heavy lead pipe that discharges chemicals. Radiation once made him inhuman for a time, and knowledge can only hold him back from the food and clothing he grew up with.
Without his talent in genetic modification, he would never have changed his appearance. The inhuman radiation mutation was enough to burn him to cinders countless times by the Inquisition.
At this moment, he is in a high position, bringing happiness to countless people, but he is in chaos because of the arrival of Space Marines and Imperial Guards. He could have cast more children. Those creatures were born beautiful, not as mutated and ugly as him, and would not doubt himself. Whether the fate is superfluous.
Because, life is like this, nothing is worth it…
And when the engines and soldiers of the Imperial Guard arrived there, there was no roar of people in that hell, and there was no greeting on the streets. There were only scattered, fragmented, crazy people hugging each other and crying on the street or hitting the wall in vain. There is a huge open space near the castle. In front of the trench and outside the fortress, there are shocking holes.
That funnel-like thing made the Master Chief who was in school and even Destroy Falcon feel scared, and he was sweating a little. The world was obviously very mild, but at this moment, it made people feel cold, and it was unforgettable.
The story of a perverted genius who was forced by the Empire to use his whole life to avenge the father who created him. Even though it was insignificant to the huge Empire, even after the Imperial Guard conquered or destroyed the world, only Dong was left. Several obscure records attributed to that heretic.
But for the citizens of that world, tomorrow they realize how terrifying the usually mild-mannered governor is on the outside. Some survivors who are lucky enough to regain their sanity in the Emperor’s Light Bless the East will describe the weird things they have seen and heard. .
The Imperial Guard was no longer a Space Marine, and even the people living on that forge world were afraid of the monster. They gave the thing a name, or in the local dialect, Yug, the original The meaning is the transliteration of the dairy product inherited from ancient Terra, and its name represents that thing that can turn everything in the world into soft and sticky “yoghurt” and then swallow it all together.
No, is he pranking ()
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