Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #69 - Chapter 69 You will shake the world, one day

Chapter 69 I will shake the world, one day

It was hard for the Red Angel to forget the expressions that those mortals looked at him. They were not admiration, fear, or the usual expressions he had seen before, but anger, resentment, and resistance.

The eyes of the Catachans stared like hyenas, and he now understood why his terrible brothers died from their attacks, mortal attacks.

Whether Wengar’s solicitation is sincere, whether he worships his master, the temperament of the Black-Hearted King, no matter what, everyone will bow to him, Low Deer Anton, he also wants to do the same, let others obey him from the bottom of their hearts.

But can he leave the people of his own war group due to conflicts? The problem with Veengar’s character is obvious. He does not trust them. He is arrogant, stupid, and thirsts for blood. Even his brothers who truly share the same roots with him and use the same genetic seeds cannot tolerate it. Him, not to mention the proud Rebel Space Marines, or the Catachans?

The anger in Veengar’s nerves was aroused, and Catachan’s eyes penetrated his head like needlework, stimulating his already sensitive outer core.

Afraid of him? Why do you look at him like this? Is he the Red Angel, is he Vengar, is he the Destruction Ghost, the second lieutenant of the Red Corsair, is he the man who will shake the world, is he the tombstone of the empire, but if he is not…being pitied, he can be mixed with mortals. of waste!

Sometimes the sensitive perception of the Astartes can become a weakness. For example, without the guidance of countless veterans of the order and the loyal doctrine of the chapter, or a strong enough will, it is actually difficult to understand clearly the strength and weakness.

At least at this moment, the red pirate lieutenant wearing battle armor and holding a chain saw with explosive bombs on his legs, the former Red Angel, the Brother Astartes praying to the mules, lost his relatives, helpless, a mortal sleeping in the rain forest, with a mortal body. Mortals seek “weakness”.

There was only a moment of hesitation, and Catachan erupted with a sizzling sound of hot melt in the captain’s legs. Without that terrifying flash, even the naked eyes of the Space Marines would be stunned if they witnessed it at such a distance.

A star-like light exploded, and after a moment, countless seas of trees turned into coke and ashes, and where was the target?

That scary giant? Zaiwei didn’t want to kill him, because he wasn’t hostile, and he knew what he could endure. In just a moment, the red angel used his superhuman reflexes to dodge the fatal attack.

He was a little surprised. When a mortal saw him like this, his first reaction was not to be afraid, but to shoot. Why?

“What am I doing, what am I doing, is it because of my God-Emperor? That thing walking on Terra ignoring the deaths of hundreds of billions of people?”

The Catachan lieutenant didn’t know, and he didn’t need to answer. Whether everything he knew would convey the goals of the traitors. In just a few seconds, the three Catachan sergeants were already heading deep into the forest as fast as they could. Run everywhere.

Others knew very well that they could not kill the beast by fighting the beast, but they hoped that like the people born on the planet Catachan, they could naturally draw their weapons when facing the Catachan demon the size of a vehicle.

Since the melt couldn’t hit, he used the beam carbine. The whizzing sound and burning marks were left on the armor on the angel’s chest. Weingar didn’t know how to be red. They were all like this, so why did they dare to shoot themselves by mistake.

What are they insisting on? The mortal next to him is very determined. The mortals he has seen before probably don’t have such a will. Otherwise, he has fought side by side with Catachan, but he has never gotten to know those people. He knows that they are elusive and difficult to kill. die.

As a soldier, he couldn’t understand it, but now that he was a commander, and in that coveted position, he saw the bravery and loyalty of those Catachans and qualities that his soldiers did not possess, even his battle brothers. Quality that none of them have…

Weengar’s mood was so bad that he couldn’t describe the feeling of disappointment. He could express his disappointment on the enemy, using chainswords and bolters, as if he had experienced many battles. Technology…

Scarlet was once again scattered in the dark forest, as if purple paint had been scattered all over the place. Those “loyal” mortal servants were belatedly arriving. Could they have been observing the situation? Was Wengar alone from the beginning? .

Those servants knelt on one knee, loyally wiping the marks on Veengar’s chest made by the Catachan blade, or the pits made by the heat, but no one felt that they should fight on Veengar’s behalf.

Then the former Red Angel, Ru Ming, is an unaccompanied person, and he hopes to hear a word spontaneously from his servant, that heartfelt comment, even if the Astartes still need them Recognize to shape your outer heart and strengthen your defense.

Veengar asked his servant out of nowhere. “Do you think he will shake the world and make everything crawl?”

His words were gentle, without too much emotion, and even a little cowardly, but his answer was not disapproval and affirmation, but not fear and avoidance.

“No…his lord…his master, I will definitely…”

Weengar was silent. He waved his iron fist, smashed the head of the kneeling thing to pieces, and then roared. “Keep marching!”

In the distance, the escaped Catachans were as agile as a hurricane in the forest but as quiet as wild cats. When they returned to the camp, holding high the imperial standard flag in their tactical belts, Alan Bair emerged from the command room. Hurry and get out.

The Catachans, he was immediately distraught, for they were well outnumbered, and Alan Bair prayed to the God-Emperor that he would take care of them as he had promised, and not let them die.

“Sergeant, how are my comrades?”

This sentence made the Catachans slightly stunned. They never thought that their commander would say that first.

“They… are delaying the footsteps of the rebel Space Marines. The enemy is… advancing. About five hundred people, ordinary humans, one Astartes, with gorgeous equipment, but no heavy equipment. The direction is…”

Sergeant Catachan was breathing unsteadily, but reported calmly, even as if the death of his comrade was undeserved. Alan Bair’s emotions were complicated, and the feeling of death and war entangled him crept into his head again.

He wasn’t a good soldier, never had been, and he patted the Catachans on the shoulder. “Go back to rest and return to Karu City, sergeant.”

The Catachans were slapping his legs and arms away. “He refuses, sir. They are not allowed to flee. They are not deserters. They are not allowed to be my toys.”

“He knows that I am great, he knows that I am a good person, and he knows that the emperor’s light will always shine on them, but sacrifice is inevitable, and that is not the battlefield.”

“Sir, what am I hesitating about?”

“With my clever plan and my loyal life, I can defeat something as terrifying as the one-eyed orc, but why am I hesitating?”

“Let him see me again, the one who shot and defeated the orcs’ plan that day, because he knows that I can shake the world!”

The Catachans said in unison. “Because they believe in me, I can shake the world.”

Alan Bayer pursed his lips. He didn’t like that word. He wouldn’t deny a great person, but everyone trusted himself so much.

he said to Catachan. “He begged me to go east and find the meaning of my life, as me, him, or the man digging the trenches.”

“Life cannot exist without sacrifice. Sir, becoming a martyr is great and honorable, but living in the East requires greater responsibility and sacrifice.”

“Death is easy, he needs me, sergeant, at least stay on the front line, raise the gun for him, for the emperor, for the empire.”

The Catachans did not shut up, refused to salute, and walked back to the trenches…just as Alan Bair begged.

Is this the fate? Some things are regarded as pleasant by some, while others regard them as loess. Weengar is arrogant and powerful, and can live for thousands of years, but he cannot see why there is no respect. Alan Bair is humble and has a mortal body. , he would have to leave within a hundred years without increasing his longevity, but he is like a lumen tower, shining on his own territory.

The Ghost of Destruction is on the bridge, and the Black Hearted King is watching everything. He may or may not know clearly, but he knows very well that he and the commander of that world are the same kind of people. If he can join his great cause, the Empire Must be destroyed.

But he also knew very well that making a strong-willed person collapse was even more difficult than destroying several worlds. He was looking at the dark green planet on the bridge, like a god, shaking the wine glass in his leg and drinking something. Bright red wine.

Then he let go of the wine glass in his legs, and the dried bright red liquid fell eastward under the artificial gravity, shaking. The glass shattered and turned into countless fragments, as if on orbit, and the lines of the dark green orb became hers. mainland.

The crackling sound gradually turned into the roar of guns, roars, and war cries. At this moment, Alan Bayer was in the command room using a nearby radio to direct the battle situation. The traitors had already attacked.

“The first company, first platoon, uses explosive shells to suppress the enemy. The second platoon, be ready to replace the ammunition with leg grenades and individual weapons to make up for the firepower vacuum when the ammunition is emptied and replaced.”

The enemy is thousands of mortals and hundreds of interstellar warriors constantly appearing in the forest. Catachan’s warnings have been effective, but it is still too difficult to face those things. Human troops lacking heavy firepower cannot destroy the traitors. Their armor is made of ceramic steel.

The heavy explosive bomb leaves a hole in the surface, but it makes it impossible to accurately shoot the soldiers in the trench, and that imprecision refers to the “inaccuracy” of being able to shoot 5 headshots with 8 rounds.

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If the terrifying 75-caliber thing hits the mortal body of the Astra Militarum, half of the body will be torn apart instantly, and the death will be tragic, enough to destroy anyone’s morale.

It is hard to imagine how mortals should resist when those giants are enemies.

And Ruming has two hundred space warriors, two hundred!

A magazine, a standard explosive magazine is 25 rounds, and the number of bombs it carries can destroy 20 people in half a minute under heavy firepower. With such power, 200 times 20, that is Otherwise, a full clip of four thousand Imperial Guardsmen would die in the blink of an eye!

That’s not when there are bunkers, suppressing fire, and the traitor’s mortal servants waiting for their chance.

If the Ming Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment adds a total of 60,000 people to the PDF, there will be 30,000 people on the defensive line!

It takes about half a minute for the traitors to empty their magazines, which requires about seven reloads. Thirty thousand people will be slaughtered, and this will mean that the Space Marines will be crushed by ordinary people, or they will be choked by the terrifying ones. situation, not to mention that morale will collapse faster before death.

When the heavy explosive bomb replaced the ammunition, the second row of soldiers raised their heads from the trench with the leg grenade nestled in their legs, but they were shot in the head by the explosive bomb just a moment later.

Those terrible things in human skin can no longer be called angels, so they are probably demons themselves.

Dozens of Astra Militarum die every moment, and that’s not Space Marines, and that’s not the weakness of mortals, and that’s not death.

And what are the heroes waiting for, what are Alan Bayer waiting for, and what are the staff waiting for?

No landmines, no special things, they are not ordinary explosives, but…

A horrific mix of Dark Age weapon ammunition, deflagration weapons ammunition, nano-munitions, those that can break through a Space Marine’s shell…

They are not the most stable thing on the front line. Even if tanks trample on them, they will be destroyed instantly. This is not what the senior officials of each company expect.

Whether the Imperial Guard is the bait for those bloodthirsty things, before the traitors set foot in Karoo City, they must be hungry and want to fight, so tens of thousands of soldiers are not the best illusion.

They were blindly arrogant, just as Alan Bair expected. When the Space Marines poured out firepower and changed their ammunition, the large companies immediately received orders.

“Retreating to the second-line trenches, they lost about 3,000 brothers. With the Emperor’s blessing, the losses are already lower than they expected. All major companies, retreat quickly!”

The Astra Militarum troops left in an orderly manner from the tunnel in the trench, taking away all valuable things, and retreated a full five to six hundred meters to the second line.

The Chaos Traitors were not “full”. They enjoyed so much flesh and blood just from one wave of fire. Naturally, the Space Marines had no way to retreat from their murderous intent.

They enjoy the horrors of mortals, no doubt about it…

After the massacre of the conflict, they did not believe that any mortal individual weapon could break through their armor, but Verngar was not a brainless guy, he was in the East Order.

“The lieutenant is giving battle orders to all brothers. Stand by where you are without moving, and let the mortal servants move forward to test.”

“Stand where you are, battle brothers.”

At this moment, several space warriors stretched out their legs to turn off their communicators. They would not let that annoying relationship user order them. His face was very unchanged. I am afraid that it was not the desire of the Huron master. It was just for fun. After all, mortals The female body cannot bear them!

Several Chaos traitors formed a group and chatted. “My lord, the Black-Hearted King, will definitely take care of that boy at night. Look at his unmutated cheeks, which look like a woman’s.”

“Oh, that blond hair, he doesn’t want to shave it off. Doesn’t it look like his original father?”

“Ah, Horus must have enjoyed that angel’s… hahaha~”

They spoke and uttered filthy words, they desired mortal fear, flesh and blood rather than deny orders and foolishly lose a chance to fight.

In the aftermath of some thorny actions, Weingar saw his communication channels shut down one by one…

“Those bastards…those things that don’t obey orders…”

He was so angry that he almost shot one of his brothers, and almost did the stupidest thing, but the blood cloak he suddenly triggered overcame his stupidity.

After drinking the bright red liquid, Veengar raised his head weakly. He looked helplessly at the brothers moving forward and coming… A huge flash of light rose, and the revenge of thousands of Astra Militarum martyrs was coming…

The terrifying power even made the Black Heart King see it clearly with the red light rising in the orbit of the planet. He showed a strange smile, as if those dead Space Marines were not his descendants.

Because he knew that that tragedy would bring him the most powerful warrior, the most powerful commander, and he would get a real right-hand man…

He discovered that he had mistaken the names of Vengar and Artex, and Artex did not appear after Chapter 2. Sorry!