Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #395 - Chapter 388 Those who praise the gods

The champion of the Red Pirates was full of power at this moment. His piety and loyalty were proven. Even if his god abandoned him, he never thought of leaving. At this moment, his trust was exchanged for strength, strong enough to rival him, and even The power that would kill anyone stronger than him at this moment.

He felt that his two heart chambers were beating crazily, and his blood and muscles became a great ensemble, and the chain sword that slashed at the Chief of the Eagle of Destruction burned like fire, melting everything he witnessed. .

This also included his enemies, the warriors of the Destruction Eagle. At this moment, he was waiting for the blood to moisten his cheeks, but the fireworks caused by the metal impact interrupted his anticipation, and the mechanical arm made of ceramic steel was stuck. A chain saw, though, can only hinder those sharp monomolecule knives for less than an instant.

But after the blade cut half of the heavy hydraulic arm, the champion was hit on the cheek by a punch with an incomparable desire for survival. It even caused slight cracks in the helmet on his face that was strong enough to withstand the powerful laser firearms of the Imperial Guard. At the same time, Let him be pushed away.

At this moment, Sergeant Destruction Eagle had stood up. His mechanical arm was shaky and almost unusable. However, his good right hand exerted more power than usual, mixed with anger, desire to survive, and complex emotions. The Pirates’ championship helmet was taken off, and then they were punched one after another.

The flesh and blood are blurred, and there are constant muffled crashes. Swordsmanship, technology, power swords, chain saws, explosive bombs, and power have become fakes. All that is left is the purest weapon that human beings have, my own body, where the blood flows from there. After the distorted and mutated cheeks continued to flow out, the entire battlefield seemed to be just two people fighting.

It’s just that the champion never let go of his weapon. When the buzz of the chain saw sounded again, the Destruction Eagle Master Chief’s reason was forced back. He immediately climbed up from the man like this evil beast and started again. Picking up his falcon sword, the blue destructive stance and burning psychic flames appeared again on the sword’s edge.

His bright red gauntlets were covered with blood, which flowed from the hilt to the blade, and then evaporated by the Destruction Stand, leaving only the faint smell of rust. The champion, whose cheeks were bloody and fleshy, and whose body was crumbling, looked at him with eyes full of malice. Master Chief with the Eagle of Destruction.

It has nothing to do with honor and victory. It is just to survive. The most basic desire appears in the battle between two people. Even under such circumstances, the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle still spoke. “You lose, surrender. I can tolerate you returning to the Maelstrom. As long as you swear never to come to the Empire again, I can forgive you because you once let the Imperial Guard leave.”

He still has expectations for the kindness that may exist in this man’s heart. At the same time, he has proven the reliability of his beliefs and oaths time and time again. This champion is the most unequivocal great warrior he has ever seen.

Although he said these words out of sympathy for each other, he also said that he was missing an arm and his combat effectiveness had dropped by one-third. Instead of fighting him desperately, he would go back to help the Skadi Fourth Regiment or himself who was holding on in the burning fortress. The company captain should have higher priority.

But these words actually ignited the champion’s fighting spirit, because he concluded this matter, and he, Karazha Karak, understood it. “You are not a warrior.”

He was sure that this powerful Astartes was a psychic master, a commander, and could even be a leader who cared about all people, but he was definitely not a warrior because he had too many things in his heart, including mortals and comrades-in-arms. , brother, emperor, or more, and he only has killing, honor, and victory, so he said with certainty.

“You can’t beat me!”

This is quite counter-intuitive. Why can’t people who seem stronger, more at ease, and healthier be victorious?

But anyone who often fights on the battlefield knows that what the champion said is right, or those who just have fighting experience can understand that a madman who sacrifices everything and has strong physical performance is more terrifying than any powerful master.

The Master Chief took this into consideration, and his blade did not directly penetrate and kill this guy. At this moment, he had completely become a trapped beast. The beast filled with the smell of blood was more terrifying than anything else.

He took a defensive stance, which was theoretically correct, but then the champion’s powerful slash made him realize that this was not a good thing, as the devastating stance of his Falcon Sword did not tear apart the enemy attack. The chain saw came, but in the flames gifted by the King of Wrath, the weapon completed a strange psychic transformation.

At this point, the moment the two blades intertwined, the sergeant of the Destruction Eagle realized that he was no match for the beast in front of him. The flaming chainsword was enough to rival the ancient power sword. The blessing of the gods made this warrior Powerful to the limit of a space warrior.

The interlacing power of the weapons produced intense heat that turned into sparks at one point and then exploded. The mutual force caused the two warriors to take a step back. The Master Chief also completely gave up the idea of ​​​​defending. In the battle between trapped beasts, one must give up his human nature. Only ideas can survive. He was not injured, but he had the consciousness to fight for people.

This is an idea that only a guardian, not a warrior, can have, and those emotions turn into the most material and realistic motivation, which is what people call the will to fight.

When the two people fought again, the blade fell due to the huge impact, and the sword fight turned into a simple fist fight. The two clear sounds of the blade falling were like the bells struck by the referee on the fighting ring, but this time the fight was not Not a fight, but a killing without any inhibitions.

They wrestled like sumo wrestlers, and beat each other like primitive people in the savage world. Their heels, knees, elbows, teeth, and the so-called honor and spirit were all thrown away, leaving only victory and survival.

Beating, biting, two people rolling in the mud-like soil, the most powerful warriors in the empire, thousands of years of combat experience, tens of thousands of years of glorious heritage, superhuman physical fitness, these so-called all can’t stop the violent event of fighting. The objective reality is to kill the enemy by any means.

The two of them were fighting together, and Sergeant Destruction Eagle was in better physical condition. After giving up his honor, he pressed on the champion like a mad dog, peeled off his breastplate, and beat his two hearts one at a time.

The broken arm did not become an obstacle. In this crazy battle, the ceramic arm that was neatly cut by the blade became a weapon that was not bad as a tactical dagger, and left many wounds on the Red Pirate Champion.

This twisted battle ended in death when Master Chief of the Doom Eagle used the sharp incision of his severed mechanical arm as a weapon to plunge into the chest of the Red Pirate Champion.

Blood continued to flow from the ugly man’s chest, and his body spasmed and twitched instinctively, just like the countless people they had seen whose life force was taken away, and next to him, he was dead, about to die, about to die.

The Master Chief sat on his corpse, and the smell of blood stained the soil. He raised his arms and roared high. This battle did not matter about psychic powers or skills, but the Space Marines who watched did not deny this battle. Honor, the morale of the Red Pirates was shattered, and the warriors of the Eagle of Destruction sang old melodies and unfamiliar words.

It was a song that belonged exclusively to them. The warriors born on Ghost Peak were singing the songs of their tribe. The resonance that shook their souls provided those people with more power.

When Captain Destruction Eagle heard it, he shouted victory. When the ancient ancestral fearless people heard it, they raised their heavy power fists and smashed the thick barrel of the Scimitar tank in front of them, and added hot melt to melt it. Her front armor.

Victory, there is no doubt, belongs to the victory of the Astartes, but the haze of the war has not yet dissipated. At this time, Onius Praid started his own chariot engine, and the so-called honor and sacrifice It doesn’t matter anymore, this man abandoned the honor of duel and used his reason to overcome the anger of his friend’s death.

He escaped the duel and the sacrifice of his comrades because he was the commander, and his survival was related to the Red Pirates’ grand strategy. His sense of responsibility beyond that of a normal person allowed him to burst out with a brief burst of power, and even forced destruction with his own chain sword. The Captain of Eagle Company jumped from his chariot.

He was ready to instruct his comrades on how to invade, but the Eagles of Destruction had no vehicles, more people, more wounds, and needed to deal with the large number of Red Pirates Astartes here. All they could do was watch. Let this evil commander break through.

Before the bloody duel became the final word, the Imperial Guard’s war had not yet come to an end. Facing the evil power of Jean Dan and the invasion of the Red Pirates, the burning camp and the crumbling fortress walls looked very fragile.

The captured fortress was not as fragile as most people imagined. Although the walls collapsed, a large amount of falling rubble hindered the tank’s advancement. The gap where the Imperial Guard immediately set fire to became a cemetery for Land Raiders.

The Red Corsairs could only send out infantry, but even the Astartes could not ignore the disadvantages of the terrain, the natural dangers of narrow roads and rugged gravel, and the parasites that made Dan’s servants try to expand their ranks with killings. .

The battlefield became a three-way battle between the Red Pirates fighting the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Guard fighting the Red Pirates, and Jean Dan fighting the Red Pirates and then the Imperial Guard. In theory, Jean Dan was the most vulnerable in the crossfire area, but this weird race has its greatest advantage. It is mimicry, control, and the Space Marines who become its servants seem to have no problem, but have betrayed them.

The red pirates climbed out of the Land Raider, or suddenly appeared from behind. His brother was greeting him, but the next second the tactical dagger was embedded in his former friend’s neck, and he would take off his own helmet, mouth-to-mouth “artificial respiration” for the dying teammate, and then he will be alive again.

Dan soon spread abnormally into a new team, occupying the core position of the entire battlefield. The huge power and a large number of bodies used by it formed a strange team composed of dead Imperial Guards, pdf, and red pirate Astartes. The group abruptly isolated the entire battlefield.

At this point, the second lieutenant in the command post listened to the report with a gloomy face. According to the reports of Stormtroopers, Catachan and some sharp-eyed soldiers of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, this scene like a biological crisis was also reported by the Imperial Guard Command. The officers inside knew.

the ensign asked the legionary doctor. “Doctor, is this another use of anthrax?”

the doctor answered. “This is impossible. Even if the evil viruses of the gods turn people into zombies, it will be difficult for them to have the wisdom to build defense projects. Death will destroy brain cells, but there is no doubt that from a medical point of view they are not dead. They look more like Suddenly there was a unified ideal and desire, forming something new…”

The lieutenant got the point. “Did they believe in something new? Or even that something brought them back to life?”

Quite blasphemous thoughts flashed through his mind, such as the legendary living saints, but he quickly rejected this idea, because the Emperor would never favor those people, not to mention the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, just those Red Pirates? Impossible!

Secondly, he didn’t know what to think of those things. Their appearance successfully hindered the progress of the Red Pirates, and at the same time slowed down the intensity of the battle, giving them more time to deal with the warriors who had fallen due to the virus.

The irony here is that because of the appearance of Jean Dan, the Imperial Guard had time to stabilize a large number of soldiers who fell due to virus infection, restored a large number of vitality, and allowed countless people to go from death to lingering. If you just look at the results, Jean Dan Like the reinforcements arranged by the emperor.

However, on the front line, where there was a ceasefire, Nord, an individual who lacked war consciousness, did not understand what he had done. He just looked greedily at the resurrected red pirate warriors in front of him and obeyed his words and command. Astartes, this is something that countless Imperial officers have never dared to imagine in their entire lives.

This young man got everything at the cost of his head being completely controlled by the alien worm, but this did not stop him from commanding the Astartes with a sense of honor to do what the engineering troops did. He turned the fallen walls into new trenches. Let the bombed-out Land Raiders become the new fortress, and he wanted more Astartes, more.

He swelled in his little desire until he heard the voice in his head again, that voice asked him to attack the fourth Skadi regiment. At this moment, he fell into hesitation, because from the bottom of his heart, he Thinking that the Imperial Guard was absolutely right, that’s why he prioritized killing the Red Corsairs.

His long-held belief in the Emperor prevented the young man from betraying the Empire, and shooting the Imperial Guard was the beginning of the collapse of his faith, which he undoubtedly would not.

In the end, Dan never thought of this possibility, that it could control those worms, but the young man’s willpower actually resisted it, causing his body to have new ideas, and it suddenly understood that this power did not belong to this mortal. But the Lord of Mankind in the subspace discovered its conspiracy…

It sent out a strong psychic signal angrily, and then Nord suddenly froze and spoke. “Get ready, get more Astartes bodies, and attack the Imperial Guard!”