Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #64 - Chapter 64 Black-hearted Huron

The Ghost of Destruction is a battle barge. It is an iron fist composed of plastic steel, adamantine and thick iron mesh. It has a total length of 7.5 kilometers and is equipped with orbital bombardment cannons and fusion cannons. It is equivalent to a fleet composed of lower-level ships.

It has existed for a thousand years, just like the monarch among other ships, but all traces of loyalty that once represented the empire have been erased, leaving only the blood-red battle mark of the East…

There is no order at all in the Ghost of Destruction. There is no quiet place there either. There are also very few dedicated people to be seen there. Their bodies have many irreversible mutations, and they are decorated with sharp horns made from many people’s skins, teeth, and bones.

The bridge is there, the giant is wearing power armor, looking at the countless data on the panel, there is a detection signal from the bird servant, the sacred Astartes? But he seemed to be on the wrong side of that word.

When the giant looked out at the ship, the ship’s screen was filled with infinite distorted holes, bubbles, hallucinations, terrible monsters, demons, and terrible things that were enough to kill everything in that world.

Subspace, a place that distorts time and space, a place where the material world has different facades and mirrors, but is closely related, and the battleship did not open the Geller position…

That giant, Luft Huron, was the leader of the Star Claws Chapter.

He was a Space Marine warrior who stood among his comrades, a representative of nobility and integrity in the galaxy, at least in that part of the galaxy behind the shield those warriors formed with their bodies, minds, and weapons.

At one time, Huron at least believed in the Empire and the Emperor of Mankind in his own way, and he believed in the responsibilities of his Chapter.

But no, the Empire has only a modicum of tolerance for behavior outside of what its regulations allow. Tools that do not fully fulfill their duties are discarded, but if a tool like Luft Huron is too powerful to be easily eliminated, he is abandoned by the Empire.

The problem is that, of course, those abandoned things will return to the Empire, but when they return to the Empire, their bodies, wills and weapons are no longer the shield of the Empire, but the sword aimed at its heart. .

After the failure of the Badab War, Ming’s Huron was hungry. He needed a world for him to recuperate, he needed countless mortals to work for his brothers, and he needed a powerful technical sage to provide him with adequate protection. .

But he could shrink into the subspace at this moment, while his battle brothers came out of the side warehouse and reported to the Lord of the Maelstrom.

“My Lord.” He knelt down on one knee and said loyally. “They have deviated from their previous orbit, and Coco has left the maelstrom area…”

Huron’s huge scarlet power pincers clenched gently. “Captain Julius Kata of the Ultramarines Chapter is chasing them, those damn blue things…”

The Crimson Battle-Brother, the Chaos Astartes answered. “Sir, their flagship still has considerable combat effectiveness!”

considerable? he repeated. “Significant, his brother?” Half-dead, he and his tattered warband managed to escape the Empire. “

“But he knows very well that in a few decades he will personally create a power that is enough to crush a star sector, if he wants to!”

he said in a snorting voice. “Although Abaddon’s military might have been greater, it took him less than a century to create a force of his own.”

“And Abaddon took him a hundred times longer! The old legions were arrogant about their history and laughed at their so-called young newcomers from the long war, but where was their primarch? They were entangled Whose inheritance are you holding on to? Horus and Curze are dead!”

“Brother, it’s very strange, what they need to do is very strange…”

Huron’s smile narrowed slightly. More than anyone else, he wanted to see the Tao Empire be torn apart. He wanted the Empire to feel the pain of having half his body blown up with a melta gun by that bastard Androcles and his near-death.

He hoped that the lies and emptiness of the empire would be exposed to the world, so that the citizens of the empire would curse the emperor in a low voice before they died, and let them also taste the taste of betrayal.

As the Lord of the Maelstrom becomes obsessed with revenge, the Chief Astropath suddenly reports.

“There is a subspace tremor, it is presumed to be a small cruiser-class battleship!”

cried Huron. “When we meet the enemy, they must not expose their whereabouts!”

“Even the slightest threat has to be dealt with immediately!”

He walked towards the command point. The astropaths felt tremendous pressure. They knew that the person they were facing was a being who followed the path of chaos and destruction. He was capricious, terrifying and powerful.

They did not dare to neglect, and tried their best to search for enemy intelligence in the ripples of subspace.

“No… Mechanicum light cruiser, my lord!”

After the Astropath finished speaking, the screen showed the outline of the enemy’s battleship, and whether the Adeptus Mechanicus light cruiser was a light cruiser of the Adeptus Mechanicus fleet.

Those ships often serve as escorts for exploratory fleets, searching for new technologies in their quest for knowledge. In other words, they carry scientific researchers from the Mechanicum!

Huron burst out laughing at that report. “In the name of subspace, is it really blessed by the gods? Follow it without exposing yourself. Wait until they reach Mandeville Point before launching a surprise attack.”

“He can’t let those people invade the Tellurium subspace. What if there are people who need him among those things?” He said to himself, but his thoughts were extremely clear, because he was sure that he would use just a few decades to Complete the great feats that the Chaos Warmaster has been unable to accomplish for hundreds of years!

As for the unfortunate Mechanicus battleship, the data craftsman Griza Darax is compiling data that is wrong for the currently known STC.

Compared to that foodie, she is more mechanized. As a mechanical sage, she has almost no human emotions. The eyes made of the monitor can’t see a trace of emotional fluctuations, but there are endless complex movements.

She was looking forward to the trip to the east and meeting the new STC. She had one of the few feelings she had. When she started wearing that dark red robe, she had already given up on her feelings.

But there was one thing besides STC that made her miss the journey, and that was her apprentice, the smartest one, who was doing auxiliary work for the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the Skadi Astra Militarum on that planet.

When Geller stood still, the data craftsman on the battleship looked at the dark green planet, with countless data fluctuations in his eyes, and in the subspace, hungry beasts gradually jumped out from the flanks of the battleship…

If there are no accidents, it will be on display tomorrow (yawn)

He won’t update, he doesn’t have time, flesh and blood.