Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #358 - Chapter 351 The end of madness

Midnight, quiet, dark, suffocating. Even though the Lumen Tower was dutifully in a trance, the sentries took turns to be vigilant, and the sentries had reached an unprecedented density. The local Ministry of Justice even set up a group of heavily armed bailiffs to face those “extremely evil” of the Imperial Guard.

And such a strong place is Bandertar’s manor, to be precise, his huge group of manors, which are the actual holders of most of the military, people’s livelihood, honor and most of the power you can imagine in this area. location.

This is his palace, a place that uses dense living areas and favorable conditions to maintain people’s hearts. Here, the most ordinary baker can get a huge sum of eighty throne coins a month. Here, prices are already comparable to Holy Terra, most of the residents here don’t need to spend a penny, even food, water, and electricity are free.

The price of such extreme rights and complete free is extreme waste, extreme violence, and domineering. They are born above the people and isolated from the lower class.

But when was the last time the dignitaries who came to the nest smelled the smell of burning? They can no longer remember clearly. In those luxurious gardens, buildings, and monuments, the great things that record their family’s honor were destroyed by the Imperial Guard. That is, the imperial hammer smashed it to pieces with malicious intent.

The veterans loaded their weapons, watched as the buckle automatically locked the battery, making a clicking sound, and then opened fire towards the interior of Bandertal’s huge manor, the palace living area composed of about 120 noble families.

At this moment, the advance troops of the Imperial Guard broke into this place. This elite tactical team consisted of a thousand people. Their goal was to create enough chaos and provide the large forces with tactical support to attract the enemy’s attention, that is, the death squads. So far, what they have done Things are absolutely cruel, and their weapons and ammunition are absolutely sufficient.

But no one thought they could survive for long, not even the general ground commander who appointed them and recognized their strength and loyalty, Mr. Second Lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

In the Empire, having to send loyal Guard soldiers into an irreparable and desperate situation is regarded as an irreparable act of shame, but the Imperial Guard has no choice. Victory is accompanied by death, success comes with sacrifice, they complement each other, and death is inevitable. leave.

They have become abandoned sons. It has nothing to do with honor or death. They are voluntary. In order to let the brothers who live and die together survive, they are willing to give up their own will and body. In order to win, they engage in burning, killing, looting, and attracting firepower. An act of desperation.

When the veteran put the promethium burner on, the inferno incendiary gun was preheating. The promethium canister was very heavy and dangerous. As long as a bullet was embedded, the explosion would turn the holder into a ball of flames. At the same time, he must Only when you get deep into the enemy can you use your full abilities.

In this narrow manor area, the range of people’s encounters is actually only 50 meters. The jet can be used completely, and this weapon has a very good effect on the enemy fortresses and bunkers built at the end of the street. Just like the old saying, sacrifice The risk is worth it, and this weapon has another ability, which is to burn civilians and those beautiful gardens.

Now they have burned three or four palaces. Those three- and four-story villas are built with black marble. The nobles inside have fat heads and big ears. Their flowers and plants are even more beautiful. The moisture and oil are crackling during the burning. Paired with screams and despair.

Among the charred remains of biological tissue, those white bones prove that those people have not been corrupted. Is such killing really worth it? Relatively innocent nobles are slaughtered in order to attract enemies, but the Imperial Guard has no choice. No one likes to dye Bloody, no, even in this cruel era.

The sky-high fire burned the night brightly, and death and screams were more effective than the best communicator. Those running around were complicating the situation, but the main force of the Imperial Guard did not see the expected large force for a long time. Operation at scale…

The second lieutenant was crawling inside the bunker that the Catachans had cleared. This bunker was a beautiful four-story manor, and the cleanup referred to a silent assassination. At this point, this man could barely see Bandertal from the commanding heights. The location of the manor also fell into the hands of the Imperial Guard.

In the long-distance telescope that can be selected in infrared mode, the second lieutenant saw a silent palace surrounded by guards. He could not understand why the king here would watch his subjects being burned by hell-like flames without moving.

“Doesn’t he have honor? Or is his life more important than the so-called territory?” The second lieutenant could no longer see through the situation. He was playing with the beautiful clay pots that the owner of the house liked most during his lifetime, and he was completely unable to understand the current situation.

“They are unable to attack. Is there any possibility?” Master Chief Catachan asked. This veteran who had been fighting for many years was sensitive to the fact that something was wrong with the situation.

“But I can’t bet, so what if they just hide themselves, the Imperial Guard will be annihilated here, and the think tank hero of Destruction Eagle has already seen the situation, he saw us fighting with the rune soldiers.”

“Fate has determined our future, so the situation has…” The second lieutenant was wary of those fateful prophecies. After the Master Chief of Destruction Eagle sent out the fragments of those prophecies, the officers all acquiesced that they would have a battle. But the reality seems to contradict the psychic prophecy.

The battle situation that must be fought against time was put on hold because of this prophecy. The second lieutenant’s trust and dependence on Sergeant Destruction Eagle became the poison that hindered their attack. The officers looked at each other, and the scouts were observing the front line all the time, hoping that as expected, the enemy would send out enemies. force.

But even if the flames in the residential area burned until the sky turned like day, the metal dome was clearly visible, the cruel killings made the emperor couldn’t help but look sideways, and the expected attack still did not come.

Time passed by, and by now, the sun was about to reappear. Although there was no sun here, staying up all night put an indelible burden on the soldiers’ bodies, and the sequelae of the march, which was supported by stimulants, began to appear.

Under such circumstances, with his brother’s body and victory drained from his fingertips, he still made a desperate move. At one o’clock in the morning standard Terra time, the Imperial Guard issued an attack order, and three Land Raiders of Space Marines opened the way. Maintaining the coordination of infantry and tanks, a huge team of 30,000 people marched into the most prosperous place in the area under the fearful eyes of the local nobles.

At the same time, in Bandertal’s fortress, high up in this giant manor, the frightened lord sat in his towering, indestructible manor made of adamantine and surrounded by countless guards.

This powerful lord had also uttered wild words before, and wanted to compete with Alan Bair, the former sun lord, on the battlefield, but he is not a warrior or a commander. He can only use others, but so far, The great demon who could bind the Rune Warriors is dead, and betrayal has come.

How he once treated Feng, an old and ancient family, is how he will be treated now. Fear and helplessness are growing. Of course, he is far from incompetent, and he has already created a way to escape for himself.

“Let’s go.” He said to his servant, of course he was reluctant to leave, but he was no longer able to maintain his dominance, and everyone rebelled, just like he did to others.

His servant bowed his head respectfully. The young man held his hand forward like the most involved servant. The two of them quickly reached the cellar one after the other and gently pried a few pieces in the Bander Tower. Behind the stone, a tunnel suddenly appeared, which was the place where the pipes of the hive were connected. At the same time, Bandtar prepared a new identity for himself.

A huge Kraza-class sailboat and a completely clean business identity, a certain amount of start-up capital, a full thirty thousand throne coins, and an ancient sacred artifact genetic system forged in the dark technology era of tunnels can completely change a person.

The Cunning Rabbit’s Three Cave is nothing more than that. After stepping into the dark pipe, reaching the end, the huge ancient instrument looks like an artificial mechanical womb, connected to countless pipes.

Bandertal abandoned his magnificent clothes and gorgeous cane, and changed into a gray gold-rimmed captain’s uniform common in the empire from the hidden compartment. At the same time, he covered those clothes with materials prepared in advance…

He looked at his servant, took out the military laser pistol hidden in the cover, and put on gloves to prevent fingerprints from being discovered.

This lord has always been like this, so he is always surrounded by betrayal and alienation. Such bloody violence and distrust of others can become the paving stone for his hegemony, and it will also become his epitaph.

Everything that happens in this dark place made of adamantine can only be known by the gods. Greed flashed through the lord’s eyes, and he turned around.

“My loyal servant, we will become the richest merchants in this star district, and you will become my first mate. Come on, you will be prosperous and wealthy. I will leave you a reshaped identity.” Bender Tal walked to the instrument and opened the inside of the complex instrument, revealing two individuals who had been prepared early and had their brains removed, and were kept alive by machines, transparent nutrient solution and spinal intubation.

That is, the businessman he wants to replace and the so-called first mate for servants. Their perfect bodies can greatly increase the success rate of transformation. The ancient machine does not need to kill them, but they are just disposable items at the moment, and the so-called will is also useless. It doesn’t matter at all.

After the incident is over, this instrument will be cleaned by a thermal bomb prepared in advance, and this servant can go here because he is the technician responsible for maintenance and operation.

At this point, Bandertal secretly held the weapon. He couldn’t operate it and could only wait for the servant to activate it and set up the complicated panel. Then he killed this poor bitch and became a new person. At this point, his so-called bloodline and The sins of the soul will be washed away, and he will become his own master.

But this adult suddenly felt a stinging pain in his chest, blurry eyes, a sultry voice, and a cold stinging pain in his heart.

A blade was inserted into his heart. That young servant, who was only 30 years old, used such a clumsy weapon and premeditated training to kill him?

Bandertal looked at the man in surprise. He was speechless and blood was overflowing. At this moment, the words of his stupid demon father flashed through his mind.

Everything has its so-called “rebellions”. From the beginning, his rule has been accumulating those “rebellions”. But now that the wall has been pushed down by everyone, he has felt the terrifying power of that “rebellion”.

His body was stabbed again and again. His fingers tightly grasped the gun behind the cloak, but he could not pull it out or fire it. Then his chest, heart, abdomen, intestines, and liver were all torn apart by the blade.

The vitality was draining, but the servant who killed him just casually released the knife full of blood, turned his red fingers through the pockets on his body, and took out various imperial documents with fire paint seals. The standard document is a priceless treasure that has been broken into the tiny array of cogitators.

The power of attorney for the ship, the registration of the trade route, and the deposit of 30,000 throne coins. Bandertal was furious at this moment. Looking at the loss of his treasures and the vellum, he realized how ridiculous his life was, because he was destined to be a thief. String puppets…

However, this servant was not a professional killer. He did not realize what this man was holding. When he took hold of Bandertal’s dying arm and pulled out what he had been hiding behind his body, he originally thought it was A priceless treasure, but all I could see was the black muzzle of the gun.

The standard firearm of the Imperial Guard, the firing power of the laser weapon is comparable to that of a TNT explosion. In the next moment, Bandertal, who was in a daze, pulled the trigger. After the firing pin fired the internal energy of the battery, whoosh, the young man’s body Half of it was blown up directly.

Without the protection of carapace and bulletproof armor, a mortal body would be unable to endure the close range shooting of an overloaded, precision laser pistol.

The young man’s body fell heavily and hit Bandetaer’s body, becoming the last straw of his death.

The bright red blood circulates downwards along the hive pipes. There are only four corpses in this dark and lightless place, flesh and blood without will. Their souls fly to the highest sky, and are swept away by the Emperor and the gods in the boundless subspace. Take them separately.

At this point, Bandertal saw his father again, in an ordinary wooden house, where he spent his childhood, but the man was not the body of the devil, and then he suddenly realized that this old man was his. The person in his consciousness, to be precise, is the father he knows.

In other words, he did not see the real demon, but…

He subconsciously looked outside the wooden house. Outside the false window was endless darkness, and the only light was the silver sun in the sky, which was burning blazingly.

There was no temperature, and the cold was extraordinary. At this moment, his father stood up and suddenly held his shoulders. The sharp bird claws pierced his shoulder blades, and a familiar voice appeared.

“Come on, my child, we still have many old feelings that have not been settled. I will keep my promise and make your life worse than death.”