"It's just weird anyway - any ideas?" "Go to Armageddon? To meet old man Yarick?" "You're overthinking. How many star regions are there from Armageddon to where we are now? And aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get back if you run around? How many tens of thousands of years have we been lost in the warp?" "Is that an exaggeration?" "Not at all. We don't have any astropaths on board. If we enter the warp recklessly, isn't that just flying with chance? Imagine the consequences of getting lost in the warp?" “That’s right…” "But the way the Emperor traveled to Earth was too brave, wasn't it? Even Khorne wouldn't dare to do this?" "After all, the Emperor." On the bridge of the Glorious Queen, after reading the words left by the Emperor in the Glorious Queen, a group of Hammers could only sigh that the Emperor is worthy of being the Emperor, and he would do anything to continue the human race. After all, the Emperor's actions are really... the kind that even the most imaginative official writers of GW could not think of... "Alright, alright, let's talk about this later. Let's first see if the emperor has any chess pieces that can be exchanged...hiss..."
Master Liang Feifan interrupted a group of people who were still discussing the emperor's behavior, opened the exchange list, and then stared at the long list of chess pieces that could be exchanged. Everyone couldn't help but gasp. “A bit too many varieties?” "Isn't this a bit of a deal? All the 40k chess pieces from GW and FW should be here... and can be exchanged for Titans... and I remember the Emperor said that these chess pieces can be taken back?" "Yes." "Our chess pieces lost the battle Will defeat cause loss?" "Let me check... No, but the length of time it can't be used will be determined based on the percentage of damage and the degree of lethality. The longest period can be up to a month. This is usually a situation such as subspace engulfment that is judged to be complete destruction." "That's like getting something for free, right? Why don't we find a nearby planet and do it right away?" "I want to, too. But according to Big E's rules, for us to appear, first, the situation on that planet must be that the imperial troops currently fighting on that planet can no longer hold on, and reinforcements cannot arrive within half a year. Second, there must be a determined warrior on that planet - preferably a mortal warrior - praying for his last blessing, so that he can take away at least one enemy of mankind in the name of the Emperor. Third..." "Okay, okay, no need to read..." Looking at the Lich Army who were reading the Emperor's "Entry Instructions" attentively, the Political Commissar Sister felt tired - this bunch of dense rules almost restricted them to waiting on this ship until the destined person called them! "Wait, in this case, don't we still have to go through the subspace?" "The rules mean that when this happens, the power of Big E will personally guide us in the subspace so that we can reach our destination." "From this perspective, our position is similar to that of the Cursed Legion?" "A bit like that. Wait, do you think the Cursed Legion is an army formed by the Emperor himself?" "High probability.... huh?" After confirming that they could not go wherever they wanted, the group of hammer guys temporarily gave up reading the extremely difficult True Empire Star Map and continued to chat in this high-tech ship. In the middle of the conversation, Master Liang Feifan, who was a little bored, also asked for a portion of the Empire Soldier's emergency synthetic food to taste, and then he came to a conclusion. "It's really bland." As time went by, the things that the Hammer guys could talk about became less and less, and the topic began to slowly and irreversibly go astray. Just when they were about to discuss some entry-level stuff about Slaanesh, a certain point on the star map floating in the center of the bridge suddenly shone brightly, and the Queen of Glory class also trembled slightly - it was obvious that the ship was starting!
"It's time to work! Hurry up!" When the Hammers saw the light coming on and understood what it meant, their excitement level suddenly increased to 200%. They grabbed their chess boxes, swarmed to the side of the map, and quietly waited for the moment to reach their goal. ————————————Empire, Pellegron Cluster—————————————————— This is a group of stars located at the border of the Milky Way, on the dark side of the Empire. After the catastrophe of the Eternal Night, this group of stars, along with the Imperial inhabitants and other stars swallowed by the Eternal Night, were cut off from all contact with the core area of the Empire - Holy Terra, leaving only confusion and the unknown. Although the planetary governors in this area tried every means to conceal the seriousness of these things, and together with the clergy of the state religion claimed to those who were qualified or had ways to know a little about what happened that this was just a small problem, the truth could not be hidden. As time goes by, the cruel and dark truth begins to flow louder among the stars. Under the instigation of people with ulterior motives - or things that are not human, even the lowest level of the most remote hive worlds have begun to have obscure and ominous messages. And along with these messages, there are deeper, but at first glance, it is a conspiracy called "hope" or "future"... And now, in a hive world in this star cluster, the conspiracy has become reality... “Hoo…Hoo…Hoo….” Atop a huge garbage dump consisting of a pile of scattered building structures, the wreckage of things that looked like they were once valuables, vaguely visible remains of flesh and blood, flowing black wastewater, and radioactive waste that fluoresced even without being illuminated by light sources, a Star Army soldier with broken limbs, a large dent in his chest, a cracked skull and blood oozing from it was lying on his back, struggling in pain. "God Emperor... Please, let me stand up, let me fire one more shot, just one shot..." Although his eyes were covered with a layer of blood red and his hearing was severely damaged, the stimulation of near-death made his brain abnormally active, allowing him to still outline the surrounding situation through the information he had collected - at least thousands of traitors, mutants, or things that he could not understand but must be enemies were wandering in the intricate corridors of the Lower Hive, looking for warriors of the Emperor like him who were completely unaware that the planetary governor had already defected and used the wrong map, resulting in stepping into the unstable hive area and crashing into the lower area, in order to confirm their death or end their lives - or give them a worse ending? "The Emperor..." Listening to the sound of metal colliding closer and closer to him, the Astra Militarum soldier knew that he didn't have much time. Yes, he was already aware that it was almost impossible for the Emperor to look at him, but he continued to pray, as long as he could fire one more shot, just one shot - at last. "The Emperor's The anger...will burn you..." Looking at the burly man who appeared in front of him, with a shining bald head, a pair of small glasses, armor made from various common waste products in the lower hive, and holding a knife, the Astra Militarum warrior widened his eyes and stared at the enemy's face. Since the Emperor could not let him fire the last shot, then let the Emperor's wrath pass through his eyes and let the enemy feel it! "..." However, facing this Astra Militarum warrior filled with the Emperor's wrath, the captain of the Genestealer Cult simply raised his weapon indifferently - he didn't care about the emotions in the eyes of the dying man in front of him, let alone the Emperor's wrath. After all, he was just... "pound!!!" The next second, the Genestealer captain turned into a ball of blood mist. The residual impact force even pushed the lying Astra Militarum soldier, making his exhausted body even more scarred. However, he no longer cared about his injuries. He just widened his eyes and used the last of his strength to look in the direction where the bomb should have come from. "The Emperor is above..." What did he see? He saw ball after ball of golden and majestic flames burning on the polluted ground of the lower hive. He saw well-equipped Astartes Brothers walking out of these flames one after another. He saw the silent Astra Militarum soldiers following closely behind these Astartes Brothers. He also saw the vehicles rumbling out of the flames! 'Only the Emperor can protect the common people...' Mumbling the holy words he had learned, the Astra Militarum smiled and closed his eyes, ready to accept his own end. However, before he exhaled his last breath, a small question flashed through his mind. "Why did some beings who looked... not like Imperial warriors walk out of the flames?" 4. The Hammers' first contact with the Imperials Xiachao, a simple house built with messy things next to a garbage river in a complex alley.
"Zizzi-" With the sound of a door hinge that was a little dilapidated, the door of this house hidden in a pile of discarded items emitting a foul smell and covered with radioactive garbage was gently opened, and a thin black shadow flashed in and entered the narrow and winding corridor behind it. Soon, he ran to the end of the corridor. “Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding” Reaching out his hand and making sure that nothing on the camouflaged door at the end of the corridor had changed, the little man stretched out his fingers and gently knocked on the door in a regular pattern. Then he curled up in a narrow gap next to him that could hide his body and waited patiently. About ten seconds later, the door opened silently, and a political commissar wearing a slightly dirty uniform, but with the double-headed eagle emblem on it still wiped clean, appeared behind the door. "Come in." The political commissar stared at the Lightling under his command for a while, and after confirming that he had not been replaced and that there was no one behind him, he slightly stepped aside to let the Lightling enter the temporary shelter that they had spent so much effort to renovate. The Lightling who entered the shelter was not polite, and turned around and put the bag on his back on the floor of the room, lifted the cloth covering it, and took out one thing after another. "The second best thing that can be used as fuel and can also be drunk in an emergency... dried animal meat... mushroom powder... these are the identity cards of some brothers I recovered along the way, and yes - there is also this!" "well done." Seeing that this Lightlin not only brought back fuel and food, recovered the identity cards of some of the sacrificed soldiers, but also retrieved a bottle of broad-spectrum medicine, the political commissar's eyes flashed a little joy, but this ray of joy was quickly covered by determination. "The water is coming!" Just as the political commissar began to sort the resources brought back by Lightlin so that they could stay here longer, a secret door on the floor opened and an Astra Militarum soldier came out with half a bucket of water on his head. "How is the water purification equipment? How long can it last?" "It's OK, at least for half a month, but a decrease in production is inevitable." As the Astra Militarum soldier spoke, he poured a glass of water for the political commissar and also poured a glass for the returning Lightling. The political commissar took out some fungus powder and used his knife to cut off some pieces of animal meat made of unknown something. He then carefully took out a small bag of standard ration bars and a box of partially used nutrient paste, and took out some of them and put them into the cups in front of the three people. These were their lunch today - or rather, these were what they had been eating during the time they were trapped here. "Hasn't been able to establish communication with the others yet, Commissar?" After finishing his food and swallowing the extremely bad-tasting residue in his mouth with great effort, the Astra Militarum that emerged from underground carefully asked his political commissar - he knew that his political commissar was under much greater pressure than he had imagined, but he felt that if he didn't know anything more, he might... "We will get in touch. We can find this refuge. The difficulty is, isn't it the Emperor's blessing? Think about it, you happened to have used the same type of equipment when you were a member of the Water Union in the Hive City, and this equipment happened not to be completely damaged but just lacked energy. What's more, we encountered..." The political commissar said this and patted the shoulder of the Lightling man next to him, making him grimace for a while. "We have encountered him, and we are able to hold on here. This must be the will of the Emperor. The Emperor wants us to see victory, so he gave us so many coincidences." "Will we win?" "Yes, it will definitely happen. The Military Affairs Office must have received news that the governor of this planet is actually in rebellion, and reinforcements must be on the way. Soldiers, do your job well, and don't wait until victory comes and be regarded as a shameful deserter." The political commissar nodded slightly to strengthen his persuasiveness. The two soldiers, whose morale was boosted again by the political commissar, saluted the political commissar and then went into the basement to continue tinkering with their equipment or to stand guard, leaving the political commissar sitting on the floor alone with a solemn expression. "If we wait another week without any news from other troops, we will have no choice but to try to break out - because this basically means that our troops have been wiped out, and the shameful traitors have taken control of this planet. There is no point in living on in humiliation. If we can find a way to destroy some of the traitors' arsenals or simply find some equipment to shake the foundation of this hive city, it would be great... Well, according to the general style of the hive city, it should be possible like this..." Tapping his water cup gently, the political commissar was thinking about the next deployment in his mind. Admittedly, there were only three people in his hands, but all three of them, including him, were born in the Lower Hive City, although not in the same world. This was indeed a good thing, because it would allow them to make the best possible use of their lives even when they finally served the Emperor. Just as the political commissar was deep in thought, a low but extremely powerful rumbling sound came along the metal floor where he was sitting, along his bones, and into his ears. This sound reminded him of something and made the political commissar jump up, put his ears to the metal floor, and listen attentively. "This is... not right? Could it be? But it's impossible... The Military Affairs Department can't react so quickly, and we don't have this level of vehicle equipped this time..." "political commissar!"
When the political commissar stood up from the floor, the Lightling man who was on guard had already rushed into the room. He looked excited, gesticulating wildly with his hands, and seemed almost unable to speak. "The Emperor... The Emperor's Bane Blade! And... And the respected Astartes Brothers! Reinforcements are coming! We are saved!" "Brother Astartes? May the Emperor bless us! We are saved!" After receiving this news, the political commissar became excited. He swept away the dejection he had just had and quickly stood up straight. He straightened his clothes with the help of reflective materials in the shelter, and took out a knife to shave his beard slightly to make his face look more serious. "Let's go! Let's go and join them." —————————————Glorious Queen———————————————————— "Bean sprouts, get out of the way! Spare ribs, get out of the way!" On the Queen of Glory, the Hammers were gathered around the 3D map, commanding their own chess pieces vigorously. In one area, the most people were watching, because there appeared a political commissar of the Empire! Alive! "Can't you let me watch for a while..." This is the cry of Bean Sprout players. "No! I don't want to be thought of as an alien!!" After the others decisively kicked away the protest of the bean sprout player, they controlled their chess pieces and began to communicate with the political commissar through the chess pieces. After the excluded bean sprout and pork ribs players protested weakly a few times, they commanded their chess pieces to go other places. Anyway, the nests are all very . 5. A Raid by the Hammers “…” While a group of Hammers were trying to make up stories in their heads about how to convince the political commissar that the group of people they sent down were indeed reinforcements, so as to wait for a good answer later, the alien players who were kicked out of the meeting were "angrily" commanding their chess pieces, walking in the narrow maze of the nest city, looking for people to beat. At the same time, they were muttering that the Empire chess players were unreasonable - such an interesting thing, what's wrong with their troops watching? But within five minutes, they temporarily put the matter behind them, because a reconnaissance team of Liang Feifan's bean sprout chess pieces, who insisted on forming an army of various bean sprouts, found a group of guys dancing wildly in a workshop full of rust in an abandoned factory. After an in-depth investigation, Liang Feifan couldn't help but smile. "Oh, a den of thieves? And a leader? It's just that there are too many of them——" Looking at the one on the screen, who was surrounded by stars like the moon, wearing clothes that were obviously much better than the other cunning things, and also contained some metaphysical meanings, it was obvious at a glance that he was not an ordinary thing. After observing the guards in the hall, they looked much stronger than the cunning things outside, and their firepower was also much better. Liang Feifan was thinking He took a few seconds to determine the location of the allies active nearby and made a decisive decision. "Silence, silence, hurry up and move the ribs you're shopping for over here, I have some stock!" ——————————————Happy chicken thieves———————————————— For the chicken thieves living in this nest city, this period of time can be described as a happy time. According to the original plan, their great uprising would not start for at least another ten years. However, when some disturbing changes occurred on this planet, the chief of the chicken thieves, who sensed something was happening, issued the order of the uprising without hesitation - of course, the chicken thieves achieved great success. However, even though the thieves have almost taken over the entire lower level of the hive and seized a large number of useful weapons and equipment, the thieves' chieftain is still extremely dissatisfied with the progress of the entire war. It is true that it does not know who caused this wave of changes in the hive and why it will end, but it understands one thing, if it cannot gain an absolute advantage in this uprising, let alone calling on the Son of the Star, it is unknown whether its own tribe and sect can continue! Therefore, under the order of the chief, the Ji Zei's middle and lower-level commanders entered a state of complete recklessness, frequently appearing at the forefront of the battle line, and using sermons again and again to push the cultists, who were already in a state of fanaticism, into even more terrifying fanaticism. They could be seen everywhere, in the streets, abandoned factories, and even garbage dumps. They had no intention of hiding, because they believed that in this world, they were invincible! And now, in this abandoned factory, such a "morale boosting" is taking place. ————————Hammer is observing secretly—————— "Quantity... quality... well, it's not a big problem. As long as we take the initiative, our troops can completely defeat them without any damage..."
At a certain point outside the factory, a squad of Necron under Silence was already on full alert, and the small unit that sneaked into the factory brought back more detailed intelligence about the interior of the factory, generating a rough formation of the enemy on the screen. "how to spell?" Looking at the dense dots on the screen, representing the enemies, Liang Feifan was a little excited and a little worried. Although the black bean sprouts and spareribs performed poorly on the desktop, they were both powerful races in the Warhammer universe. However, there were too many cunning creatures in the factory. If they were killed, his face would probably be humiliated. "Although these thieves have reinforced the factory to a certain extent, they haven't done it completely. You see, the marked places are the weak points on the outer wall of this abandoned factory. Weapons with slightly more power can burn out a hole large enough for your troops to rush in. Let's do this. I'll open the way with a round of shooting, then the scarabs will go up and tear open a hole. Your troops will rush in and kill or injure the psychic and heavy firepower units inside. Then my troops will follow up and clear out the small fry, and you can go back and finish off the important units." After Jing Jing gave Liang Feifan a concise and clear tactic, he ordered his ribs to move. When Liang Feifan heard that Jing Jing had given a tactic that was roughly equivalent to "F2A is fine", his face showed a clear expression of "are you kidding me". "Isn't this tactic a bit too casual?" "Just be casual. We are now in the real Hammer World, not on the desktop. The more you think, the easier it is for your plan to fail. I'm going to do it, so get ready!"