Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #74 - Chapter 73 Today’s Karu City STC in the Dark Ages

Chapter 73: STC of the Dark Ages of Kalu City

It has been several months since the communication with Lingke was lost. The Astropaths are helpless in the face of the think tanks of the Chaos traitors. The soul game in the subspace will never fail. In the desperate silence, the dark light of the void, Kalu City still stands.

Even if the magnetic field hinders the communication of the whole world, even if the words of the Astropaths cannot be conveyed, the city that has experienced 20,000 years still exists.

To the dark technological age of mankind, the solid capital star port has maintained a high-intensity product output capacity, to the present…

The streets are in riots among civilians. Hunger, fear, worship of traitors and people who come from nowhere and believe in those unknown dark evil gods are everywhere in the streets of Kalu City.

The fully armed bailiffs of the Ministry of Justice use their explosive shotgun shells to break the flesh and blood of the thugs, and the ground is wet with oppression and red liquid.

During that time, the whole city was in a nightmare. The evil laughter of the dark gods echoed in the air, and the fluctuations from the warp polluted the place. However, after the war, the sparse population was convenient for the planetary governor to manage, and the nobles rarely joined the rebellion due to duels.

But John Deen still felt tired. How much energy did he need to control the daily operation of such a large city?

It was unimaginably huge. Even if he hung his carefully crafted slogans on the streets and filled the city of Kalu with statues of the Emperor, those disgusting cultists would still run out inexplicably.

And all of that was the operation of the Black Heart King. His think tank in the warp continued to spread those evil knowledge. When John Deen realized the situation, the astropaths found that it was not good, and those who were slightly sensitive to the warp would “wake up”.

And the spiritualists hidden in the nest city were even more so. Those disgusting things who hid from XZ and had mutated bodies, such as Ming Cheng, were the leaders of various evil sects and continued to spread those gospels.

Even so, the game between the planetary governor and the Blackheart King has just begun. The evil traitors continue to spread rumors through the weak will of the spiritualists in the nest city, making the people there begin to suspect that they are not citizens of the empire, but residents of a rebel gathering place.

Even if they see the Astartes protecting that world, they will still forget most of the truth because of the rumors.

And long-term work and oppression have also caused a lot of complaints from the lower-class people. John doesn’t think those people have a good overall view. He just wants those stupid things to shut up.

Before, he didn’t understand why the military department’s guidelines put the capture of spiritualists or killing them as one of the high priorities, even second only to killing the enemy, almost one of the enemies.

Those weak people who can see the darkness are full of instability, like bombs buried in his city.

The Inquisition’s black ships rarely come there, and the psychics produced by the sparse population of that world are unlikely to reach a threatening level, but Ru Ming was inspired. The communication between the traitors was so convenient that it seemed to ignore physical and distance barriers, but the Empire needed astropaths to send out codes that were so complex that they required three or four books to calibrate, and even crazy divinations like astrology and predictions.

That world seemed to have natural malice against humans. That crazy idea flashed through John Deen’s mind. He clearly understood why his former superior always looked so sad. Maybe he already knew what the world really looked like.

But the planetary governor would not turn the tables. John Deen clearly did not want a liar, a soldier, or a noble, but wanted someone responsible.

He tidied the governor’s gorgeous clothes, and thought that the world lacked experience in catching psychics and detection methods, which made those cultists so crazy, so he activated the craziest method to solve the matter swiftly.

All those who believed in the cult were tried on the spot by the PDF and the Ministry of Justice. He gave those departments the greatest authority, and they could even try noble families and show the aftermath.

The price was the abuse of their power and countless deaths by the Ministry of Justice and the PDF, but in that situation, there was no other way.

As the flags of various colors rose, John Deen felt the pain in his heart. He could not bear those stupid guys to taint everything he and his comrades had fought for.

“Only betrayal cannot be forgiven.” That was his only word in the past month except for stamping, which made all departments in the city tremble.

Cleansing, death, the population of Kalu City decreased by one third in just one month. The once full nest was now empty, but the living people still had to bear the huge supply needs of the Star Army.

But the effect was also immediate. The chaos and corruption of the entire city dissipated instantly. The Blackhearted King was surprised to find that in just such a short time, the knowledge sent by his Lingke Think Tank had no response.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he really underestimated that world. Ruming had already replaced his old blood and was full of vitality. Ruming’s Black Heart King also had wounds that had not healed yet, making it difficult for him to take the dark green gem.

The two kings’ contest in the void ended. Although John Dean did not die, he suffered heavy losses.

In the highest position of that world, in the star port of Kalu City, there had been no news for two months. The once prosperous business trade stagnated. All the ships approaching that world were destroyed by the Destroyed Ghost, and the star port completely stopped operating.

John Dean stood there, looking at his city, and sighed in his heart. He was already in the world, but he was hanging here, alone and unable to make a move. He hoped that the Early Moon Dynasty would be replaced and he could succeed.

Violence, blood, and coercion are entangled in his body, and he will use any means to win. Ruming understands the depravity of the nobles, but on the inside he is extremely envious of Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, who is a member of the Astra Militarum.

John Dean lit the cigar. He didn’t like the taste, but Ruming was used to it and even liked it.

Red smoke was spit out and dispersed in the hot and humid wind. John Deen watched the laser orbital defense array made by the mechanical priests constantly shaking to ensure the safety of the city.

As for the huge Half-Moon-class cruiser, the Bordero was like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead.

He wanted to quote Ancient Terra’s classics, Mac Red, etc., but found that he had no ink in his stomach, so he said with a wry smile. “Fuck his mother, while the Emperor is here, traitors should be burned to death!”

A mechanical sound sounded.

“The traitor should be made into a servitor for him to use.”

Is this someone I haven’t seen for a long time? John immediately stood up and dusted herself off, because she was the only scientific and technical personnel in the world.

“Miss, long time no see.”

The Mechanicus girl adjusted her voice back to a normal human voice and answered. “Yes, it has been a long time, but he is likely to live for 600 Terra years, as long as he is not fully transformed.”

“He came to check out the orbital array there and wanted to inform me of something.”

John was a little surprised that they had no interest other than stc, but Ruming took the initiative to find him?

“What’s the matter? His governor will definitely fulfill the request of the Mechanicus.”

The Mechanicus girl answered. “He didn’t leave home but knew that a rebellion caused by psychics had occurred here. Although he felt deeply uncomfortable, because his emotions still existed, he needed the world to use all its strength to produce the stc that he spent many months recreating. “

“The technology of the Dark Ages, the production line of explosive weapons!”

John Deen’s cigar fell to the ground. If the things that many imperial worlds dream of could be understood and placed in front of him openly, the treasures of the Dark Ages would not be pursued even in Terra.

“Explosive weapons? After the unspeakable rebellion in 30,000 years ago, there were few worlds to produce! Are there any in their ruins?”

The girl nodded. “Although it is not a military version, it can provide the power of a mortal fire. If it can be mass-produced, hundreds of shots are enough to destroy any enemy.”

“The stc has completed the analysis, and the explosive assault gun is completely sufficient for mortals to use.”

John Dean looked at the burning cigar, picked it up, wiped the mouthpiece and continued to smoke, as if to calm himself down.

“Ruming has 56 usable factories, excluding civilian production lines, and 34 with lathes, all of which are used to produce heat ray ammunition for deflagration weapons. If they want to support the war, they should come up with what they can produce as quickly as possible. “

“Give him three days and he will send the first batch of precious ammunition to the front line, no matter what, at any cost.”

After hearing the answer from the Planetary Governor, the Mechanicus girl stood up and prepared to leave with him, muttering silently.

“No, Ohm Messiah…”

Good that she didn’t see the terrible things Alan Bair did to the Chimera on the front lines…

But because of the emergence of STC, the whole world became active again. Because the output was not high and there was not much ammunition that could be output, the line that produced explosive ammunition became the most popular work line in the entire hive city because it only had nine hours of working time.

Hundreds of thousands of people were relieved from heavy work and rested and played in the square. Three days later, the first batch of precious deflagration weapons was completed.

The achievement of stc was a shot in the arm for the residents of the hive city, allowing them to see hope, the hope of a prosperous world and the hope of easier work, and it was also a bargaining chip for the victory of the fourth group.

The civilian truck carrying countless ammunition was pulled up by the PDF and walked towards the rainforest on its fleshy legs, because they did not have the vehicle engine that could move in the forest of that world.

John Deen walked out of his city. He had not felt free for a long time. Ruming took off his fine clothes and put on his scarred bulletproof armor. He took his favorite explosive gun and wore it on the muzzle. bayonet.

The feeling of the past filled his body, and the taste of hope and vitality made him sincerely grateful for the changes brought by STC. If his body had not been reincarnated, he might have joined the Mechanicus.

With this in mind, he directed several rickshaws to walk through the dark forest paths that they had barely made during that time…

But at this moment, the front line was there, and Alan Bayer, who was ignorant of the situation behind the scenes, entered the Chimera that had been transformed and looked at the dark rainforest in the distance without any fear in his heart.

“He, Lieutenant Colonel and Commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, Alan Bair, to all members of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, their decisive battle begins immediately, may the Emperor’s light shine upon them, those traitors are wrong The defilement of their world ends here.”

“In that long war, there were people who defeated the most terrifying green-skinned orcs with him, and there were people who lost their brothers in the battle with the traitors. When a new soldier transforms into a veteran, that is neither good nor beautiful. Blood and fire forged them like a furnace.”

“They are indomitable, but those who betrayed the empire are extremely fragile. Since the end of the battle, those who licked their wounds have retreated. According to the Catachan team report, there is an enemy base in direction 189, about five kilometers away. ”

“Eradicate the enemies, eradicate the heretics, and let the light shine on Gondwa VI and that star sector.”

“I repeat again, he, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, commander of the 4th Cadiz Infantry Regiment, sincerely requests that all members go east alive.”

The communicator hung up, and then there was silence. There was a long silence, no cheers, no sighs, just military boots on the ground, a thunderous sound, and 20,000 people stepped firmly into the forest with unified steps.

They are mortal, they are not mortal, they are stupid, short-lived, and have little experience, but they are stronger than steel, stronger than Superman, because they are not the Imperial Hammer, the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Guard, the 4th Skadi Infantry, the Protection The people in his second hometown can also kill the traitors and defeat the green-skinned heroes!

In the traitor camp, Vengar, who was tired from months of training his brothers, woke up from a nightmare. His nap was still short-lived, because he dreamed of silver stars shining high on his body, making him He felt stinging and ashamed.

He rudely woke up from his hibernation chamber. His leg armor sank into the wall because he could not control his strength. He was breathing heavily, but it was not because of blood thirst, but because he felt fear.

“Why is it cocoa, what is it? Those mortals?”

He looked at the sky, but the beautiful cloudless day made him feel even worse. He called to his servant and begged him to recite filthy hymns in praise of the Chaos Gods he worshiped.

But he still couldn’t calm down that feeling. Could he smell the smell of war, and would he fail?

Lingke? Subspace? prophecy? Neither…

At first his thoughts were fixed on the dream of the silver sun.

“Emperor? My lord?” After he said those two words, he felt his chest being burned and his breathing difficult, as if his throat was being grabbed.

But he got up quickly. “He has left the empire. I can’t control his fate. Damn it…damn you, fake emperor…fake emperor…loser!”

He was weak and his golden hair was scattered all over the ground. He staggered to the camp’s evil eight-pointed star symbol, which was not made of countless mortal bodies. Evil, corruption, flesh and bones could be seen everywhere.

He knelt down on one knee and felt that his chest was relieved a lot, but a heavy electromagnetic sound sounded.

“Wyngar, do I feel it too?”

Why did the visitor ask that, because he also felt that the huge walking mecha, with its black and red paint and huge heat ray gun, and the melee legs and arms that were once called the Imperial Fists have become the claws of chaos. .

The mecha was pasting a hymn, clearly recording how many compatriots and brothers the killing machine had killed.

Veengar paused for breath. “No, no, you are the elder…” He still kept the saying from the time of the war group, Wong Wuwei was called the elder, because the warriors in that machine were as old as that war group.

The fearless man looked at the shrine of the eight-pointed star and said to his descendant in a metallic voice. “I want to experience the most terrible war in my life. I have never experienced such a feeling, because the enemies I wrongly killed have never been paid attention to by the real power.”

“If you don’t want your soul to burn in the flames of the false emperor after death, prepare now to defeat them!”

Tomorrow the old book will be jammed and I will be exhausted.

I spent a day watching videos of boys dressing up in women’s clothing, that kind of useless stuff…