Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #386 - Chapter 379 Deadly Poison Galen

Chapter 379 Deadly Poison. Garen

A bright red warship is landing, it is extremely fast, facing countless artillery fire, this ancient warship was once a battle barge of the Blood Angels, but now it is charging towards its compatriots in the Empire.

Its bright red coating is no longer the glory painted by the descendants of Sanguinius, but the pain and death of countless people in the Empire. It is full of those greedy and evil beings, and the fallen people with fangs and claws.

However, this behemoth is exhausted in the endless void. Countless artillery fire has overloaded its void shield, and the heat has scratched shocking red marks on the thick adamantine layer of the ship.

And an accurate macro cannon hit its main plasma engine accurately. A large amount of oxygen input to make the engine burn completely floated out with the engine gap, emitting amazing smoke. At the same time, the weightlessness of the universe made the smoke stop in place, while the warship continued to move forward.

This ancient ship looked like it was roaring, crying, and emitting smoke, and the black things left a long trail behind it until it approached the upper layer of the Engili Spaceport.

It did not deviate too much. Even if the Astra Militarum attacked with all its strength, it still concealed its existence for several hours, so that its trajectory did not change, and this ancient war engine now turned into a bullet, embedded in the huge Engili Spaceport.

The six-kilometer-long huge ship made of fine gold deployed the decelerator, and the anti-thruster hummed and roared. At the critical moment, it stopped and almost hit the warship of Engili Port.

At this moment, the huge hot melt ram protruding in front of the ship emitted energy, and the dazzling light flashed. Then a large amount of heat dissolved the thick upper layer of Engili Port, exposing the appearance of the upper nest, and countless air followed the melted place.

Next, dozens of metal capsules were shot out from the close defense gun barrel by this behemoth, touching the hot melt cut that had not yet cooled, and then a lavender evil charm gel material expanded under the heat and filled the leaking place.

Hundreds of Porcupine-class heavy transport ships followed and drove there. The gel absorbed those things like water, allowing those transport ships to pass through without any obstacles. About 60,000 mortal traitors entered the interior of N’jili. They relied on that gel to start building a special building at the invasion point.

The transport plane stopped next to the expanded gel. The mortal traitors in robes leaned out and cut off a part from it with various tools, such as engineer shovels or long knives. Soon, that substance almost filled the transport ship. The gel was very soft, and even mortals could easily knead it. It looked insignificant.

But when they landed, they showed their specialness, because they only needed to sprinkle blood-like liquid on it, and it could turn into a red metal similar to adamantium.

When those things touched the ground, and then those traitor humans in robes smeared the evil mixed liquid, they began to grow crazily as the foundation. It swallowed the material on the ground and replaced it with itself, making it grow hundreds of meters underground, so that the base would not collapse even if it faced countless heavy artillery bombardments.

All the mortal servants had to do was to use simple equipment to flatten the ground, and the excess parts were used to cast walls, fortresses, etc.

In just less than two hours, the soldiers who had undergone special construction training built a war camp that could accommodate tens of thousands of people in the empty Upper Nest. Although it was more crude than a real war fortress, the long and thick outer red adamantine walls were enough to help them resist various attacks.

They even had time to make vehicles and bunkers. After all, they had limited time before those things were completely solidified. When the fortress was completed, it was already a place as long, wide and high as a football field, including a command post, barracks, high walls, and even drainage ditches. A large number of machine guns and anti-vehicle installations relied on that strange adamantine-like material for cover.

And the father of this strange substance was falling. It was a group of terrible Hell Claw-type airdrop pods. This ancient vehicle originated in the Great Expedition era and was not much different from the current airdrop pods in appearance. It was just that when those dark red things fell to the ground, the special hydraulic equipment at their bottom, which was different from their descendants, was activated.

Those heavy airdrop pods stretched out their mechanical legs like spiders, firmly rooted in the soft soil of the upper nest. If it were an ordinary airdrop pod, it would probably tilt easily at this moment, but the Hell Claw had no problem, and after landing, it also deployed several wolf spider turrets on the side to cover the guests it carried.

The airdrop pods fell near the camp like meteorites, and giants wearing bright red armor walked out of them in groups of three or four. The complex runes and skull decorations, as well as the clenched red palms on their power armor badges, told their identities, the red pirates and traitors who made the entire Maelstrom area tremble.

However, after a special transport pod fell, the mortals, demigods, noble, lowly, powerful, and weak in this area all knelt on one knee and lowered their heads. This airdrop pod fell straight into the center of the camp and landed on the bright red metal. The six power claws of the Hell Claw firmly grasped the ground and embedded in the metal.

Its interior opened, and after countless circuits operated and metal engines roared, a tall man wearing pharmacist armor walked out.

The medicine bag on his back was studded with numerous chainsaws, circular saws, and drilling machines that made people shudder. He looked like a ghost from hell, with frightening burn marks on his cheeks, covering most of his right face, so his lips were ulcerated, revealing his white gums, as if he was smiling.

He smelled the air here, and his powerful brain analyzed the level of technology here, what people usually eat, and how many vehicles the enemy has. At the same time, he held his palms, and the hand armor stretched and retracted very quickly. Then a thin and long deadly needle protruded from his backpack. He held the thing and stabbed it into his neck.

Veins bulged in his body, and he sighed in a terrifying way. He was like a beast and a madman. After all, he died when his cheek was hit by his compatriots during the Badab War. Now he is a ghost who relies on drugs to survive, just to take revenge on this rotten empire…

And he is the incarnation of Huron, and a colleague of Armenius Valtex. He suppressed the irreversible deterioration mutation in the gene seed of the Red Pirates, and also alleviated the madness of his friend Valtex. He was also responsible for helping the Blackhearted King Huron to extend his life directly, so that he would not forget his hatred in the pain of endless instrument torture.

He is Huron, he is the Red Pirate, and it is not an exaggeration to say so. Of course, he is not much stronger or more important than Valtex, but the Red Pirates need him to maintain. It can be said that this existence is more related to the foundation of the Red Pirates than the Dimension Blacksmith, so he has not fought with Alanbair head-on for a long time.

However, this time, he was entrusted with the entire Ark of Evil Omen, but the ending was far worse than he expected. He failed the king. Secondly, Valtex was the only friend still alive in this world, and now his soul has returned to the sky, but he was also prepared to make up for his crime and avenge his friend.

And his goal is to dominate the upper nest and paralyze the control area. So far, he can do anything. He spoke to the Red Pirate Champion who was kneeling next to him.

“Okay, drop the armored array. Our goal is to take down this area in a short time and equip the soldiers with my acid launcher and venom bomb. Next, we need to kill.” His voice was hoarse and ruthless, painful and distorted, after the Red Pirate Champion trembled and nodded.

Countless heavy hell claws were smashed down in succession. Those things were terrible war engines, from Rambo raiders to heavy predator tanks. Their twin laser cannons were not only threatening to vehicles, but also extremely deadly to soldiers.

The most terrifying thing among them is not the Marauder or the modified Predator as people know it, but an even older giant, the Scimitar Super Heavy Tank Destroyer, also known as the Mammoth, which is a super heavy tank used by the Space Marine Legion during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

The Scimitar uses a powerful weapon that combines the technology of the Brutal Blade Super Heavy Tank and the Shadow Sword Super Heavy Tank. The Scimitar’s twin-mounted volcanic cannon is one of the most powerful vehicle-mounted anti-tank weapons in the Imperial Armory. Since it consumes a huge amount of resources to build a Scimitar, its use is limited to the Space Marine Legion. However, even among the Space Marine Legion, the Scimitar is a very rare war machine, and most legions only retain a few Scimitars, which are used to fight against the enemy’s largest war machines.

Because the Scimitar was equipped and used by various Space Marine Legions long before the outbreak of the Horus Heresy. Therefore, her prey at that time was not the enemy Titans that were widely targeted during the later Heresy.

As the Great Crusade continued to expand, the expeditionary fleet encountered an astonishing number of enemies, some of which were indeed very large in scale, but all of them were eventually burned to ashes by the Scimitar’s volcanic cannon. At the same time, she was also one of the few vehicles equipped with such a terrible weapon as the volcanic cannon.

She is almost a land titan. Its side-mounted quadruple laser cannon and vehicle-mounted fixed twin volcanic cannon, with its huge 12-meter body and the terrible endurance of the reactor power supply system, making her one of the most terrible land vehicles in the history of Space Marines.

This black behemoth is now crawling on the ground. In addition, there are 60 Space Marine vehicles of various colors, a large number of cultists that can be used, and grenades composed of extremely deadly potions.

This evil war machine is roaring and moving forward. Their master, Gareth, is ready to make the Imperial Guard pay the price, and is also waiting for the great Huron to come here. He walked into his command room and spoke calmly and coldly.

“The mortal auxiliary forces rely on highly mobile Chimera armored vehicles and heavy trucks to invade, while covering and attracting firepower, launching a U-shaped auxiliary attack, destroying the Imperial Guard positions with poison mist and highly corrosive acid rain mortars, while the Red Corsairs rely on Scimitar super-heavy tanks to break through the core area.”

“Our goal is to gain complete control of the upper nest, and then attack the enemy’s control center and completely paralyze the fortress. From now on, this place will be ours.”

The pharmacist has huge ambitions. He wants to replace the apostate Vengar chosen by Huron and become an evil dark lord. Of course, he is not interested in starting his own business because his combat effectiveness is not strong. Even if he uses stimulants and poisons to gain a foothold in this dark universe, it is difficult to resist the attacks of other rebellious space marines.

He longed for war and was absolutely loyal to Huron because he needed the right to fund his own research instead of wasting time on martial arts and fighting. However, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sting in his heart.

He is not without feelings. If Veengar and his friend Valtex are still there, he should provide gene-seed harvesting and treatment in Veengar’s rear, while helping him gain battle advantage with poison.

His friend can modify the Scimitar tank and turn it into a war nightmare that can pour its own poison. With Valtex’s clever talent, he believes that his friend can turn this ancient war engine into the most vicious toy in the universe.

Thinking of this, he took out the stimulant from his backpack and plunged it into his heart. Amidst the violent breathing and the blurring of the strategic map in front of him, he barely managed to stand firm.

The Red Pirates are all like this. They all have diseases, some of which are due to the empire’s ruthless attacks on traitors, and more due to their internal self-destruction in the face of the endless temptations of the subspace. Valtex’s emotional instability, Vengar’s Having severe blood thirst, Huron’s body is almost half machine, and he.

His body is on the verge of collapse. Unless the gods are willing to be kind to him and become a demon prince, or he clones himself, the severe pain planted by his own people cannot dissipate. In other words, unless he is reborn as a new person, those things will follow. His whole life, until his long life is gone.

He trembled and held on to the wall. Others looked at him timidly. They did not have the courage to touch this powerful pharmacist, nor did they have the courage to help this adult. However, unexpectedly, a young space warrior suddenly helped him. Go up to this lord and speak.

“I appreciate your strategy, sir, but I have to say that the mortal troops will be blown to pieces. I think this battle should allow them to fight in a more valuable way.” His words were arrogant and his tone was interesting. A pharmacist couldn’t help but ask.

“Who are you?”

The young man spoke. “Oneius Prayd is a former sergeant of the Red Scorpions and will become the Lord of Dark War in the future.”