Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 79: Incumbent military lord of the Gondwa sub-sector, Alan Bairong returns to Skadi

The emperor's light cannot be bought by piety. The thoughts and actions of those who truly bathe in its luster go beyond complicated dogmas and cumbersome prayers. He is not unwilling to witness and protect all his followers, but otherwise In this huge universe, there are the most capable and loyal people who should be protected.

If he walks around the world, he can naturally lead mankind, and he can naturally turn the tide. But if he is not as clear as day, the emperor can try his best to guide mankind. Humanity will have to go through the countless weirdness of the dark universe on its own.

But heroes, soldiers, and courage have proven time and time again that those things in the dark universe are not invincible. After the void shield was overloaded, Huron's battleship entered the subspace at the fastest speed within a few minutes of being hit. Without Man Even with a stable node like Dwyer Point, even the Chaos Traitors cannot endure the chaos and disorder of the subspace.

A large number of Chaos Psychics would tear open the cracks that can sneak into the warp and explode their heads. After the Doomwraith sank into the weird purple light, it has been missing since then, but people believe that the legendary Red Corsair will not After dying and going through that battle, those traitors will definitely be even more terrifying when they return to the physical universe.

The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment was victorious, the world was victorious, the Imperial Navy was victorious, the news spread across the world like locusts passing through, and many cities that had been independent and divided because of that event returned to the embrace of the Empire.

But humans are bound to be stupid. Alan Bair looked at the frowning news at the Karu City headquarters. "Three large hive cities, with about six to seven billion people choosing...independence?"

"They ask themselves to pay tithe to the empire? And build their own production lines, out of their planning?"

These three hives are all rare mineral bases in the world. Leaving any core means that the output of Karu City will be reduced, and it also means that the output of the world will be reduced.

Overproduction did not exist in those dark 40 thousand years. A single world could not supply tens of millions of Imperial Guards to consume, and those three short-sighted cities were even more stupid, thinking that the Imperial Guards would be destroyed by those traitors. , if they want to be independent and protect themselves, don’t they really think that the Chaos traitors will give them a chance to survive?

"Ah... I made the Lieutenant General laugh. This is because of his improper management. As the planetary governor, he has already sent the PDF and the Ministry of Justice to go. In two standard Terran years, he can get those things back. City." Governor John Deen did not forget to excuse himself from his boss. He did not want such stupid things to affect Alan Bair's career in the Astra Militarum.

Lieutenant General Mr. Katowice wiped the eagle emblem on his chest. "He knew that the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment was far beyond his imagination. The city of Karoo was still in order despite the siege of chaos. His flagship Bulldog transport aircraft was very usable. There were no good vehicles in that world. Use them. Bundle."

"Three months, he asked me to take back those cities for three months, so that they can celebrate the honorary recognition from the Ministry of Military Affairs."

"Just now, the information that they defeated the Red Pirates has been reported. There is no doubt that the fourth Skadi Regiment will usher in the honor that belongs to us. He predicts that they will get me a Terra Star badge."

Alan Bair sighed and looked at the strategic map of that world. "He thinks that instead of badges, the Lieutenant General should send out a few more Sentinels, Chimeras..."

The lieutenant general coughed. "There are many worlds and legions in the empire. Can Lieutenant Colonel Ge Dong donate a few explosive assault muskets?"

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer coughed. "Ahem, sir, he already understands that his heart is for the empire. If other worlds need explosive weapons, he will definitely donate them. When will the sentries arrive?"

said the lieutenant general. ‘The wording is intentional, Lieutenant Colonel, Bu Nao’s donation did not go to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but to his armored regiment. How about three Sentinels in exchange for 200 handles? "

Alan Beyer replied. "With 130 handles, is it considered an explosive weapon?"

Lieutenant General Cato cursed. "Why should I be an imperial sentinel? What kind of red cabbage is there? Is it Skadi's specialty?"

Alan Beyer replied. "It's a specialty of Gu Terra, he saw it in his book."

The lieutenant general returns. "Very good, keep reading, soldier, 157 handles, exchange for three sentries, okay?"

Alan Beyer said. "Instead of asking for a leg training book, he asks for your driver's legs to teach you."

The lieutenant general touched his head. "The God-Emperor is here. I'm really underqualified to be a member of the Astra Militarum. Okay, three Sentinels and half a year of driving training. I'll find the person in my regiment who is best at soothing machine spirits to report to him."

Alan Bair performs the Eagle Salute. "The Emperor is here, may the light always shine on you." Then he ran away.

Lieutenant General Cato turned to Governor John Dehn. "Is your former commander always like that?"

John Dehn replied. "Sir, I must understand that using infantry to kill Ork war engines and Space Marine vehicles relies on soldiers holding melta to approach and shoot at close range. Although the God Emperor has blessed us, we still suffered heavy losses."

"The Sentinel mecha can not only be equipped with fragmentation missiles, but can also use armor-piercing AP missiles. Given the limitations of the Empire's Astra Militarum tactics and the regiment level, any distance armor-piercing capability is too much for them. Is it rare?”

"The boss has never been greedy for money. He just hopes that loyal people, his team members, family members, and friends will die less."

"Karoo City can already produce explosive muskets. How about he deliver those weapons and related ammunition in half a year?"

This proposal is very opportunistic, because the explosive weapons of the Skadi Fourth Regiment are not original products of the Dark Ages. Although STC can completely reproduce Karoo City, without the industrial foundation of Karoo City, it will not be able to create food and The laser gun level ones are naturally better than the original ones.

The lieutenant general took a sip of his tea. "For the sake of the God-Emperor, he agrees."

"He will be stationed there during that time, so don't cut corners for him."

John Dehn bowed and saluted with aristocratic etiquette. "Thank you, sir."

When the general officer of the Imperial Guard left, John Durn breathed a sigh of relief. He was talking to a being much more powerful than himself. If he didn't like it, he could use the cannon to cleanse the world.

Being a planetary governor does not mean power. He is extremely powerless when facing any void power, but he is not a soft persimmon, and anything can touch his interests.

John picked up the communicator. "The Emperor is here, all PDFs and judicial officers of the Ministry of Justice, listen to the order. The three hive cities of their world, D35577, D233451, and A345582, are rebelling. Now go to the star port, take the logging guns, explosive bombs, and beams, and command Remember to bring explosive weapons and everyone board the Imperial Navy transport ship to clear the matter in three months."

Thirty minutes later, several transport ships flew out from the star port. The world's most deadly troops were stored in those big iron boxes. An hour later, outside the wilderness of the rebellious mining hive D35577, several people walked east through the dense forest. Thousands of fully armed PDFs. In addition to the blue color that represents the nobility, bulletproof armor, laser guns, and even melt leg grenades on their waists, the equipment is better than that of the average Astra Militarum infantry regiment.

Ten hours later, the walls of the hive city were exploded by melt leg grenades. The weapons that the orcs had retired from the war were almost impossible to kill compared to ordinary PDFs. The battle damage ratio of the soldiers in Karu City was as high as 1/7.

Two months and seventeen days later, the hive capital announced its surrender, and three days later, the other two cities surrendered one after another. If John Deen had used his vigorous legs to stabilize Karu City before, Ru Ming had truly gained the entire city. world.

The planetary governor's iron fist and legs impressed everyone, and the physics was so impressed that PDF had defeated three hive cities with 100,000 people, a total of 790,000 fully armed soldiers and countless gangs.

After beheading those damn rebel nobles, the world finally ushered in at least hundreds of years of peace.

At the same time, the reward for the war hero Alan Bair also arrived as promised after PDF returned. The Ministry of Military Affairs of the Sector decided to give him the overall command of the Astra Militarum Lord of the Skadi War. Three of them were given to the staff officer. The Star of Terra emblem of the Planetary Governor of Rambael, John Deon (Special Issue).

It was accompanied by a hymn that was long enough for someone to wake up after eight hours of sleep and be singing (metaphorically, but very long), which made Alan Bayer realize that human beings actually have so many words, and whether High Gothic is so surprising. !

At the star port at the highest point of Karu City, Lieutenant General Cato, representing the Military Affairs Office, pinned the honorary badge woven with the golden eagle emblem on the chests of the three of them, and the emperor's light shone brightly.

Lieutenant General Cato said. "Congratulations, lieutenant colonel. I have become the commander-in-chief of a world. He still has not forgotten their first meeting. I am not a lieutenant."

"Every time, he refuses to give me a military rank, but he feels that in a few decades, will I give him a military rank?"

At that time, humans could extend their lives through various leg segments, and artificial organ technology was even more mature enough to allow me to go from near death to killing everyone on the battlefield, but ordinary soldiers would not use it because their lives were not as valuable as that organ.

But the lieutenant general's words were not too radical, Alan Bayer refuted. "Why Keke? That universe is so big and the void is endless. It's scary how many wars he has to go through. In your position, if something like that really happened, he wouldn't be happy because there are many loyal soldiers leaving that world. ”

"If the Emperor really bless him, he should retire instead of being promoted."

The lieutenant general burst out laughing. "Can you really speak your mind and be careful about sending someone to a punishment ship?"

Alan Beyer replied. "We don't have our own people there, why can't we speak freely? Sir, you know best. The void is huge, there are so many worlds, and the Astra Militarum is of all kinds. In addition to being the same emperor, there is even a cultural gap of ten thousand years between them. , a physical distance of tens of thousands of light years.”

"Perhaps people from the next world come there to eat the specialty nuts and have to be sent to rescue. But what he just said is not the "dialect" of his hometown!"

"Sergeants, Lieutenant, we are all Caddis, is he right?"

The soldiers of the 4th Cadiz Infantry Regiment nodded repeatedly. "That's right. If the officer speaks the dialect of their hive city, it will sound correct."

The staff officer and John suppressed their laughter. This was the first time they had seen someone so rude as they were in the company. After all, most people in the Empire were very obedient to their rights.

The lieutenant general raised his eyebrows and curled his lips. "That department will probably be unlucky if they have anything to do with me in the future. I'm so articulate and smart, and I hold a high position. If I'm not an enemy of the empire, he will shoot me first."

"Remember, there are many heretics and aliens in that huge void, and my destiny will make me need to be vigilant at all times to see if I will fall into the whirlpool of war."

"At this moment, no matter what happens, I need to remember first and find a bunker as soon as possible. If the officer dies, the east side will be in chaos."

Alan Beyer asked. "Isn't that what a lieutenant general-level officer should say during the ceremony?"

The lieutenant general replied. "That's not his hometown dialect!"

"Now, the ceremonial team obeys the order and steps forward, and the bells of the church also ring!"

Thousands of ceremonial soldiers in luxurious uniforms, armed with imported advanced products and muskets from the feudal world, walked in neat military steps like the old guards of ancient Terra, protecting the three heroes moving forward, in Karu The city is worshiped by all people.

The light of the God Emperor seems to have become brighter in that world, and the conveyor belts and production speed in the factory have accelerated a lot.

Everyone put aside their fatigue and pain, raised their heads and looked at the few lights in the dark world, the light from the Astra Militarum.

The ceremony ended, time rushed, and Karoo City returned to its original appearance. People worked, rested, worked, then worked, and worked again. The tavern reopened and the shops became fuller. The good and the bad were all under the command of John Dean. Appear.

The good thing is that most of the world is completely ruled by humans. The bad thing is that any smart person can see that if John dies, the world will instantly become the Warring States Period, and all the major hives will be unable to communicate and do business because of the magnetic field. Conflicts continue over trade issues.

The big hives oppress the small ones, and the problems among the nobles are even more complicated, but they are all afraid of John Durn's resolute and iron fist. As a former Astra Militarum, my family will never exist again if it is smashed by him. .

And tomorrow, such a great person actually stopped at the star port, at a time when workers had not yet started work and slaves were working continuously, very early at noon.

Not only that, a beautiful brown-haired non-commissioned officer, a former Astra Militarum noblewoman who had been away from that world for many years, also arrived in gorgeous clothes. Her skin looked red and her expression was gloomy.

As for the local PDF, all the nobles with names and surnames have all arrived at the star port in advance. Please tell me what their characteristics are, so maybe...

They participated in the greenskin siege of Karu City.

Several transport planes were stalled at the port. John looked at the war weapons. The soldiers who were among them admired and envied them. He wanted to die on the battlefield more than being a noble.

But even if he and his wife already have children, he is no longer the same person who had nothing when he joined the army.

And when the protagonist of that incident, the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment, arrived, there were several Chimeras, sentries, and uniform soldiers. Almost ten of them had a deflagration assault rifle, and they had great staff officers, second lieutenants, and mechanical priests. Surrounded by Lieutenant Colonel Alan Beyer and walked into the transport plane.

All the nobles were silent. They had changed drastically. Otherwise, there were those people who were very much the same as they were on that day of victory. But no matter how they viewed their current life and their own values, no matter whether they were wrong or not, they were wrong. I have great respect for that commander.

Alan Bayer waved his legs, but he said nothing because he was worried that he would not be able to leave the garden world. If he could, he would like to retire for the rest of his life, but he would not need to go to Skadi to resume his job.

The old friends watched their commanders step into the transport plane. The transport plane left the atmosphere, and the naked eye could see the confused Yongxuan of the Bordeaux in low-Earth orbit. Until the battleship left the atmosphere, Yongxuan could not see clearly. The nobles slowly left.

The first person to leave, the planetary governor, used his original honor and dignity to salute the Aquila in the direction of the battleship.

On the bridge, the captain asked Lieutenant Commander Alan Bayer. "Don't I like the decision of the Ministry of Military Affairs?"

Alan Beyer replied. "They all know that the Ministry of Military Affairs is useless, stupid, huge, and bureaucratic, but he is still not a soldier, and staying in one place may not be good. One day something bad will find me."

The captain nodded. "He likes my opinion. He's wrong. Be careful. They want to enter subspace."

Alan Bayer looked at the instruments on the bridge. The navigator used his spiritual power to activate Geller's stance. Everything outside the ship could no longer be seen clearly. After a slight tremor, they came to the subspace.

But sailing was more boring than he remembered. Even though he was in a high position and could walk around, the ship was still narrow, and there were soldiers who wiped the decks and walked around to maintain the hull.

He and his staff were playing cards in a boring way, while their soldiers could stay in their rooms because of their authority.

The captain concentrated on being alert to any fluctuations in the subspace. Of course, he didn't know what the devil was. In his eyes, the subspace was equivalent to the undercurrent in the ocean. If you follow it, you can drift far away, but you can also stay silent.

The Mandeville point where the road is located has always been stable, so there should be no mistakes...

He knew that he should let go of his vigilance. Long-term concentration would be exhausting, and he would be caught off guard if something really scary happened.

Geller's position completely covered up all the instruments, detection, or other things. In the case of Mingdong, there are psychics who can slightly feel the fluctuations of the subspace, just like they are in the waves.

After the captain retreated to the east command point and the first mate took over, Alan Bayer couldn't help but lament whether the human navigation industry is really the same in every aspect. Even the naval officers and soldiers who wiped the deck were all there. Is it as clear as day? Does Class A maintain the exterior of the ship? After all, it would not be a good idea to have problems with a warship that is almost three kilometers long.

Alan Bayer felt that his thoughts were confused and he turned his attention to the game of cards. The staff was already too far ahead of him.

"When I retire, do I want to use my legs to make money?"

The staff officer shook his head. "That guy doesn't gamble, ever."

Alan Beyer said. "Then the steak in his lunch is very good to him, so why don't I stop gambling?"

The staff officer made strong arguments. "Playing cards is boring if you don't win something. Gambling only counts if you spend money. He didn't take my throne coins or anything~"

Alan Bayer wants to give that guy a slap, but when it comes to playing cards, if you are not as good as others, you have to endure it, but although he is not very skilled in the fourth row, he will not lose from candy to meat steak. ah…

He underestimated the incident, felt depressed, and then put his cards on the table. "If we don't fight, his lunch will almost be gone!"

The staff officer pulled those chips down in front of him. "Don't regret that thing, it's all his."

Alan Beyer said. "Be careful of getting fat."

The staff officer replied. "He keeps working out."

But just as the two people were talking, the ship shuddered violently, and the staff officer accidentally fell from his chair. Alan Bayer held onto the fixed seat to stabilize his body.

"Oh my god!" He raised his head and saw the counselor throwing out 12 aces and 4 kings when he fell...

"I!"

The staff officer was putting away the playing cards, his face not red and his heart not beating. "Lunch will be distributed as normal."

Just before the lieutenant colonel raised his fist, the navigator suddenly shouted. "Strong subspace storm! The God-Emperor is here!"

"Ah...he feels it...he feels it, the Emperor's light cannot hide it, his soul, his body...O Gods!" the Astropath shouted strange words.

The heads of the two psychics suddenly exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist...

The electronic equipment began to flicker continuously, and weird pictures appeared on the display screen. It began to have irregular patterns, and then turned into distorted human faces. How could the old monitor of the Empire use stripe texture to produce such a picture?

Captain Ma Zai walked to the command point. "First officer, what's going on?"

The first mate's body at this moment is like that...chaos egg? If it is distorted and mutated, it will be much smaller than the real thing. The uniforms of the Imperial Navy have also become grotesque and swollen due to the mutation and contamination of a lot of juice.

"Ah, sir, he's not feeling well..."

Alan Bair pulled out his sidearm, and the leg gun, a relic of the Dark Ages, instantly shattered the twisted body, and the captain shouted. "First mate!"

But otherwise, you can see that the command position is strangely wet with body fluids, and the other soldiers looking at the instruments are gradually twisting, and their joints are bending abnormally.

"Fuck, Captain, my ship has just been repaired, am I really unlucky?" Alan Bayer complained and fired, and the staff officer also took out a black explosive bomb and opened their heads one by one...

After finally returning the souls of those poor naval officers and soldiers to the throne, the Geller position generator on the bridge was constantly trembling, the pistons and engine souls screamed, and the "bubbles" outside the window began to fade visible to the naked eye. The terrible whispers of the warp echoed in Alan Bair's ears.

He couldn't hear clearly, couldn't understand, it wasn't human language, Gothic or Orcish, Ancient Terra, English, or something else, but it was completely crazy murmuring.

That voice was terrifying, neither male nor female, and had no personality. It was like a naturally occurring wind, but it kept whispering in my ears all the time!

"Fuck him!" Alan Bayer rushed to the communication equipment on the bridge, turned on the button, and the big man showed off. "Everyone, their Geller position is collapsing now. If you see anything in the east, dead relatives, crazy monsters, please stay calm and recite the Emperor's hymn first!"

"No matter what, I don't ask to fire at anything! I don't ask to believe any words, whether it's the dead comrades, relatives, or anything else..."

Why is Alan Beyer so sure? Because he saw the female lieutenant whom he met in his first month of service saying affirmatively next to him.

"I've grown up, little one."

"Can you shoot?"

"I think I look delicious..." Her cheeks gradually twisted, turning into the hideous and terrifying face of an orc. If he didn't know if it was an illusion, Alan Bair really wanted to collapse...

He knew very well what subspace was, and he could just watch Geller's attitude gradually fade and talk about it. "God Emperor, he begged to die...although death would be the best thing for him."

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