Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #67 - Chapter 67 What is the King?

In the lounge of the Ghost of Destruction, the mortal servants were diligently wiping the claws of the tyrant, while the owner of the terrifying weapon clung to the luxurious weave, enjoying the service he deserved.

The Black-Hearted King looked at his pet and said to himself.

“He knows. I think he gave Weingar too much power? It’s okay, because he has already felt that the battle will be lost.”

“When the battleship’s void battle failed, the wind direction had already changed. If you want to capture that world, you must conduct the battle in a more stable way.”

“Huh? I asked him why he let Veengar continue to work? Well…” The Black Heart King pondered for a while.

“It’s very important to let young people feel failure.” He replied to himself, but for the Blackheart King who could serve as the leader of the chapter, there was no doubt about Weengar’s potential, but as a commander, he Still too young.

Huron knew very well that he could not throw that incident directly in the face of his proud warrior, otherwise he would be betrayed and alienated, just like Ruming’s empire.

Although his body is no longer a wreckage composed of machinery, witchcraft, and mutation, his mind is still clear and flexible. He is very clear about the current situation and what his Bundong needs.

That attitude also infected his misjudgment of Chaos. Even though the Black Heart King was extremely close to the destructive power of Chaos, even within reach, he only used his gifts a handful of times.

Huron is very aware of the nature of chaos. They will give gifts. When I accept them, I will like them and ask for more, but the price is hidden. When you react, you are no longer able to extricate yourself, and you find that your power is only whether It’s something that will be taken out of them at any moment.

And his evaluation of Abaddon is even lower. There is no doubt that there are countless close transactions between the Warmaster and Chaos Destruction, and this is the reason for his failure. When the power of Chaos leaves his body, he Is it really rubbish!

Perhaps it is because the Blackheart King cares more about the concept of growth than other Chaos Lords, making his fleet quite independent of the destructive power of Chaos. However, the corruption brought by Chaos has also degraded the gene-seed of their chapter, such as the Newborn Warriors of the Ming Dynasty. The mutations are becoming more serious.

As the Chaos Lord who commanded the Red Pirates and the King of the Maelstrom, Huron had nothing to do about his mistake. He hoped to repay the blood debt of the Empire that betrayed him, but from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that what he did could awaken the Empire. That behemoth.

Even though it was corrupted and half buried in the ground, the moment such an idea appeared, madness filled the air. The Black Heart King grasped the tyrant’s claw at the moment when the power of chaos was affected, and crushed the mortal who wiped it into pieces.

The Black-Hearted King looked at the lump of meat. He liked that servant very much. “Substitute!”

He shouted loudly, then closed his eyes and slowly waited for the mortal to serve him. He knew that Ru Ming needed to wait very much, waiting for an opportunity. That opportunity might be decades later, or it might be a hundred years later, but he could feel that, I am not far away from witnessing that day…

On the ground, the camp has been transformed horribly, full of spikes, sulfuric acid, and terrible things. Under the pollution of the power of chaos, in just one day, it was as scary as hell. Mortal flesh and blood are the best decorations. The metal from the drop pods was reshaped into various weapons.

The Red Angel stood in the sentry tower in the Farsight Forest. The terrain there was quite harsh. He ordered his legs to patrol in groups of three no matter what. However, Chaos Space Marines all like to act independently, and their obedience too poor.

Vengar was too young and did not dare to give his battle brothers enough punishment like the Black Heart King. As a result, five Astartes disappeared in the forest in just half a day.

Veengar and the traitors underestimated the mortals there too much. They didn’t know what happened there, but the situation was by no means as smooth as the red angel thought at first.

It is not that he has never formed a commando team, but in most cases he has carried out fixed-point assaults with fixed brothers in his own group. This is the first time for him to command so many fighting brothers.

He couldn’t help but think, would the landing place given by Chaos Lord Huron be better?

His superhuman thoughts began to judge the terrain there. First, whether the magnetic field interference and the tropical rain forest made the communication there extremely poor. If the mining area was occupied, there would be a natural shelter in the distance. Ordinary people would not know that they had landed.

But it was too close to Karu City, and he mistakenly betrayed the poor control of the Space Marines and his position may have been exposed…

Thinking like this, he exerted force on his legs and arms, crushing the solid concrete on the edge of the sentry tower into powder… But the intense emotions caused his blood thirst to suddenly appear, reason left his mind, and his skin became even redder…

“Blood…” He mistook the communicator he was carrying and spoke in a weak voice. The Iron Guard servant was climbing up the stairs carrying a scarlet blood bag. “My lord, please use…”

The curse of blood thirst made the Red Angel even more angry. He didn’t like to deal with his genetic defects, and even joining Chaos didn’t fix it at all.

What he loved most in his life was to admit that his own power lay in the east of the world, even though he already felt that the lord’s judgment was better. He drank up the scarlet blood and breathed heavily.

‘How much preparation do you have? Attack…”

he asked his servant, and the noble servant answered. “It’s almost done. Only a small group from East has not come back.”

The Red Angels’ eyes showed obvious disappointment. Those teams were probably dead in name only. There were still a few hours before the raid. For the supermen, it was just a moment in their lives, but it could change the fate of the world.

The mortal servants had prepared weapons and bombs, and the Space Marines also gathered together. What they worshipped was not the majesty of the Red Angels, but the desire of the mortals to scream.

They gathered together symbolically so that they could slaughter better. In fact, many guys had scarlet meat on their bodies. They might have hunted in the forest, but they were probably lucky enough not to encounter Catachans or be alone.

When Vengar walked on the high ground and announced the start of the action to them, there was a rustling sound in the dark forest, and the war was about to break out.

And in the lower floors of the city of Kalu, in the abandoned administrative granary, the smell of rotten grains, preservatives, and ozone from the coolant of the cooling equipment filled the air.

The noble planetary governor, Mr. John Deen, stood in the empty room, and the lumen strip (horizontal light bulb) emitted a light caused by promethium.

Illuminating the two weapons on the table, two beautiful ancient Terra-style flintlock rifles, but they were not real antiques, but the 11 taxes of the primitive world, bought by the nobles as collectibles.

John looked at someone on the other side of the table, a well-mannered middle-aged man, who was once a plasma gunner in the fourth row and was lucky enough to survive the Greenskin War.

“Sir, why did you call him there?” John Deen looked at the noble in front of him with a mustache and glasses, who looked completely different from the previous big-headed soldier, and his heart was complicated.

The soldier, like a wise noble, raised his rifle and made an extremely impolite shooting gesture to the noble planetary governor.

“He asked to duel with you, not only for honor, but also for the food, clothing, housing and transportation needs of hundreds of thousands of residents in his territory.”

“You moved away almost all the excess property, which provided more things for the Star Army. You are already a tyrant.”

“I’m sorry that he invited you to come there to solve it in this way. It made things personal.”

His tone was neither fast nor slow, but there was an inexplicable fear in it. He probably didn’t come for the duel, and he was afraid that he was excluded by the Baeren circle.

Although he talked about the behavior that has existed since the ancient Terra era, there was no trace of honor and backbone.

But in fact, dueling has never been cut off in the Star Army. Although it was banned by the Military Affairs Department, it is still the fairest and tacitly accepted behavior, and even has certain legal effects.

John Dean could certainly turn around and leave, activating the void shield on his chest, and openly declare that the guy in front of him was treasonous and wanted to kill the sergeant and planetary governor of the Astra Militarum, but he stroked the flintlock on the table to check if there was any problem or legwork.

The reason is simple. He is not alone. It is not his own appeal, but the method that the former comrades in the fourth row and the noble circles of Ru Ming have unanimously judged. They have gained benefits, so they do not want that world to provide Ru Ming’s Astra Militarum with more things except tithe.

Only one Terra year burned the heads of the once honorable people. Sweet wine and delicious steak made the soldiers who were not afraid of the orc boss become potbellied.

John Dean looked at the flintlock, and the bitterness in his heart grew. He took off the void shield on his chest. It was not a stupid act, but if he refused to duel, the noble group would soon revolt on a large scale.

The Astra Militarum can indeed suppress most problems quickly, but if the Red Pirates arrive, such behavior is equivalent to exposing your abdomen in a fight and letting someone punch you.

John will not let that happen, so.

“How old am I?” John asked without thinking.

The other side answered. “40 standard Terran years old…”

“Do I have children?”

The other side answered. “Two, a boy and a girl, born before joining the army.”

John lowered his head and thought for a while, “He accepts the duel, sir.”

Then they were silent and kept their distance. There was no referee and deputy, or even a doctor. If they died there, both of them would leave the mortal world, and it would be extremely abnormal for the corpses to be left unattended.

The former soldier on the other side trembled. He did not look like this when he opened his gun in front of the orcs, but now it became ridiculous because he had too many things that he could not lose, rights, family, servants, and subjects.

They were all soldiers, and they were all nobles, but John Dean was confident that he could win, but the other side was a waste that was dragged by the nobles.

The two men began to count down in unison with heavy voices.

“One, two, three, four, five, six…”

“Seven…”

“Eight!”

“Nine!”

Bang! Before the tenth shot came out, someone fired a shot. Who? Who? Who? The trembling noble, a former soldier, shot a bullet with his trembling legs and arms. The rough flintlock hit John Deen’s thigh, and the planetary governor knelt on one knee, but the gun in his leg was raised, facing the ceiling, and the bullet still did not fire.

He didn’t want to take the life of the other side from the beginning, and he didn’t think he would be killed by such a shot. If the greenskin attack that day didn’t take him away, how could he die in such a shot?

The God Emperor favored him, he believed so, and fate answered him again.

He stood up holding on to the table. Blood flowed from his trousers and wet the barn floor.

The face was trembling, and the flintlock gun in his leg fell to the ground without being able to hold it. Han Xuan cried in his voice. “Doctor! Doctor!”

John trembled as he walked across the table, looking at the empty warehouse, but he felt uncomfortable on the outside. He was a thief, a liar, a stupid guy, illiterate, and a terrible tyrant.

He stayed for a while, waited for the pain to ease, or got used to it, and then he was about to walk out slowly, but he heard bright footsteps, or the sound of military boots. Sure enough, Lieutenant Colonel arrived first, Alan Beyer was worried Looking at his comrade-in-arms, or his only comrade-in-arms, he has almost the same value as his staff officer.

“John, why is that guy like me dueling them?!”

Alan Bayer scolded him, opened his trousers, and used tonics and artificial skin to stabilize the bleeding. “The military doctor will be here soon, be prepared! He asked him to use the most painful behavior to treat me!”

John lowered his head and did not answer. After a moment, his fiancée came over and looked at his ruthless man worriedly.

And tomorrow’s duel will pass through the mouth of the loser, and it will be passed down to ten, ten to a hundred…

The nobles have a sense of integrity and good sense in their hearts. It is rare for them to realize what they have done and apologize to the planetary governor.

John didn’t take it to heart. He would always do what he could, just like his boss, and everything he did would allow the lieutenant colonel to better protect the world.

He didn’t blame anyone. In the high-power position of Planetary Governor, he was gentle and not like a noble. Maybe he was not a noble to begin with, but was always a thief who admired the light.

He walked in the conference room as always, listening to the plans of the senior leaders of the Astra Militarum such as Ru Ming, Alan Bair taking pictures of the strategic map, and Han Xuan.

“South, that damn position, the greenskins and the Chaos traitors don’t have the same idea. They have already set up trenches at the stronghold in front of Karu City. Don’t ask where the sentry tower is… that one was blown up by him…”

“Staff officer, prepare to transport ammunition to Chimera. There are enough Dark Age weapons. Second lieutenant, remember to arrange early warning for Catachan and the communication team to prepare equipment to ensure the peace of the machine soul.”

“Now, three hours away, head to the defensive zone!”

After Alan Bayer finished speaking, the officers responded. “No, sir!”

After John heard this, he stood up involuntarily and followed the officers to the battlefield, but was held down by his boss’s leg.

‘Lord Burnt Governor, what am I doing? My mansion is in the west, am I already suffering from Alzheimer’s disease? “

John stared blankly at the sky. “Ah…the weather is so nice tomorrow, haha, he wants to go for a walk in the city.”

Alan Bair rubbed his temples. “When he triumphs, take me for a ride on the Chimera!”

Watching the Lieutenant Colonel leave, the Planetary Governor, the king there, sighed. Maybe that idea was good, but no… he probably wanted to serve.

(Looking at the script…)

Um? …

It seems pretty good. Is it a heroine script?