Chapter 2

"It's just weird anyway - do you have any ideas?"

"Go to Armageddon? Meet old man Yarrick?"

"You're overthinking. How many star regions are we from Armageddon now? And aren't you afraid of not being able to get back if you run around? Lost in the Warp for tens of thousands of years?"

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"Not at all. We don't have any astropaths on this ship. If we enter the Warp randomly, isn't it just flying by chance? Think about the consequences of getting lost in the Warp, right?"

"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, it's the Emperor."

On the bridge of the Queen of Glory, after reading the words left by the Emperor in the Queen of Glory, a group of Hammers could only sigh that the Emperor was worthy of being the Emperor, and would do anything for the continuation of mankind. After all, the Emperor's actions were really... the kind that even the official writers with the biggest imaginations of GW could not think of...

"Okay, okay, let's talk about this later. Let's see what chess pieces the Emperor has to exchange...hiss..."

Master Liang Feifan interrupted a group of people who were still discussing the Emperor's behavior, opened the exchange list, and then, staring at the long list of chess pieces that could be exchanged below, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

"A lot of types?"

"That's right. 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."

"Will our chess pieces be damaged if they fail in battle?"

"Let me check... No, but the length of time they can't be used will be determined based on the percentage of damage and the degree of lethality. The longest time can be up to one month. This situation is usually a situation where the subspace swallowing is judged to be completely destroyed."

"Isn't that equivalent to freeloading? Why don't we find a planet nearby and do it right away?"

"I want to, but according to the rules of Big E, we have to go out. , 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, and third...."

"Okay, okay, no need to read..."

Looking at the Lich Army reading the Emperor's "Entry Instructions", the political commissar sister felt tired - this pile 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 warp?"

"The rules mean that when encountering this situation, the power of Big E will personally guide us in the warp so that we can rush to our destination."

"From this point of view, our position is almost the Cursed Legion?"

"A bit like that, wait, do you think the Cursed Legion is something that the Emperor himself has formed an army?"

"High probability... huh?"

After confirming that they had no way to go wherever they wanted, this group of hammer guys temporarily gave up reading the extremely difficult True Empire star map and continued to squat in this high-tech ship to chat. Halfway through, 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 on, the things that the hammer guys could talk about gradually decreased, and the topic began to slowly and irreversibly go "off track". Just when they were about to discuss some entry-level stuff of Slaanesh, a certain point on the star map floating in the center of the bridge suddenly glowed brightly, and the Queen of Glory class also trembled slightly-obviously, the ship was starting!

"It's time to work! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Seeing the light on, the Hammers, who understood what it meant, were immediately excited to 200%. They picked up their chess boxes and swarmed to the side of the map, quietly waiting for the moment to reach the goal.

————————————Empire, Pellegron Cluster——————————————————

This is a group of stars located at the border of the Milky Way. It is located on the dark side of the Empire. After the Eternal Night, this group of stars, like the residents of the Empire living in it and other stars swallowed by the Eternal Night, also cut off all contact with the core area of ​​the Empire, Holy Terra, leaving only confusion and 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 Church, claimed to those who were qualified or had ways to know what happened that this was just a small problem, but paper cannot cover fire.

As time goes by, the cruel and dull truth begins to flow louder and 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 comes a deeper conspiracy called "hope" or "future" at first glance... And now, in a hive world in this cluster of stars, the conspiracy has become a reality... "Hu...Hu...Hu..."

On top of a huge pile of scattered building structures, the remains of things that looked like they were once valuables, vaguely visible remains of flesh and blood, flowing black wastewater, and radioactive waste that shone fluorescently even without being illuminated by light, a Celestial Army soldier with broken limbs, a large dent in his chest, and a cracked skull oozing scarlet blood lay 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 extremely active, so that he could still outline the surrounding situation through the information he 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 nest, looking for warriors like him who had no idea that the planetary governor had already defected and used the wrong map and ended up in the unstable hive area and fell to the lower area, to confirm their death or end their lives - or give them a worse ending?

"Emperor..."

Listening to the sound of metal collision getting 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 -

Finally.

"The Emperor's wrath...will burn you to death..."

Looking at the sturdy man with a shiny bald head, wearing a pair of small glasses, wearing armor made from various common waste products in the lower hive, and holding a knife, the Astra Militarum warrior stared at the enemy's face with his eyes wide open. Since the Emperor couldn't 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 just 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...

"Bang!!!"

The next second, the captain of the Genestealer Cult turned into a ball of blood mist. The residual impact force even pushed the Astra Militarum warrior lying on the ground, making his exhausted body even more scarred. However, he could no longer care about his injuries. He just widened his eyes and used up the last bit of his strength to look in the direction where the bomb should have come from.

"Emperor above..."

What did he see?

He saw a group of golden and majestic flames burning on the polluted ground of the lower hive. He saw one well-equipped Astartes monk after another walking out of these flames. He saw the silent Astra Militarum warriors following behind these Astartes monks. He also saw the vehicles rumbling out of the flames!

‘Only the Emperor can protect the people…’

Mumbling the words he had learned, the Astra Militarum smiled and closed his eyes, ready to accept his own end, but before he exhaled his last breath, a small question flashed through his mind.

‘Why did some people who looked… not like Imperial warriors walk out of the flames? ’

IV. The first contact between the Hammers and the Imperials

In the Lower Nest, in a complex alley, next to a garbage river, there was a simple house built with messy things.

“Zizizi——”

Accompanied by the sound of a door hinge that had been in disrepair for a long time, the door of this house hidden in a pile of discarded objects that exuded a foul smell and were covered with radioactive garbage was gently opened, and a thin black shadow flashed in, entering the narrow and curved corridor behind it, and soon, he ran to the end of the corridor.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-"

After reaching out his hand and confirming that nothing on the disguised door at the end of the corridor had changed, the little man stretched out his fingers and gently knocked on the door with a series of regular tones, then curled up in a narrow gap next to him that could hide his figure and waited patiently. About ten seconds later, the door opened silently, and a political commissar wearing a slightly dirty uniform, but the double-headed eagle emblem on it was still wiped clean and spotless, 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 no one was following him, he slightly turned his body to let the Lightling enter the temporary shelter that they had worked so hard to transform. The Lightling who entered the shelter was not polite, and turned around and put the bag on his back on the floor in the room, lifted the cloth on it and took out one thing after another.

"The second best thing that can be used as fuel and can 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, but also recovered the ID cards of some of the sacrificed soldiers and a bottle of broad-spectrum medicine, the political commissar's eyes flashed a little joy, but this joy was soon covered by perseverance.

"Water is coming!"

Just as the political commissar began to classify the resources brought back by Lightlin so that they could stay here longer, a secret door on the floor opened and a Star Army soldier came out with half a bucket of water on his head.

"How is the water purification equipment? How long can it last?"

"Yes, at least for more than half a month, but the output is bound to drop."

While speaking, the Star Army poured a glass of water for the political commissar and also poured a glass for the returning Lightlings. Then the political commissar took out some fungus powder, cut off some meat blocks made of unknown things with his knife, and then carefully took out a small bag of standard ration bars and a box of used nutritional paste blocks, and took out some of them and put them into the water cups in front of the three people. These are their lunch today - or rather, they have been eating these during the time they were trapped here.

"Haven't you been able to establish communication with others, Commissar?"

After drinking his food in one gulp and swallowing the extremely bad-tasting residue in his mouth with great effort, the Astra Militarum that came out from underground asked his Commissar carefully - he knew that his Commissar was under much greater pressure than he imagined, but he felt that if he didn't know anything more, he might...

"We will be able to contact each other. Isn't it the Emperor's blessing that we can find this shelter? 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 Commissar patted the shoulder of the Lightling next to him, making him grin for a while.

"We met him, and we were able to hold on here. It must be the Emperor's will. The Emperor wants us to see victory, so he gave us so many coincidences."

"Will we win?"

"Yes, we will - the Military Affairs Department must have received news that this planet is actually a rebellion of the Governor, and reinforcements must be on the way - soldiers, do your job well, don't wait until victory comes and be regarded as shameful deserters."

The political commissar nodded lightly, strengthening his persuasiveness, and the two soldiers, whose morale was boosted again by the political commissar, saluted the political commissar, then went into the basement to continue to tossing equipment or to stand guard, leaving the political commissar sitting on the floor alone with a solemn face.

"If there is no news from other troops in another week, we can only try to break out - because this basically means that our troops have been completely destroyed, and the shameful traitors have controlled this planet. It is meaningless to live in shame. 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..."

Tap his water cup gently, the political commissar was thinking about the next deployment in his mind - admittedly, there are only three people in his hands now, but the three of them, including him, were born in the lower hive city - although not in the same world. This is indeed a good thing - because it allows them to make the best possible price for their lives even when they are loyal to the Emperor in the end.

Just as the political commissar was thinking, a low, but extremely powerful rumbling sound was transmitted into his ears along the metal floor he was sitting on, along his bones, and this sound reminded him of something, which made the political commissar jump up, put his ears on the metal ground, and listen attentively.

"This is... wrong? 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 this time..."

"Political Commissar!"

When the Political Commissar stood up from the floor, the Lightling who was on guard had already rushed into the room, his expression excited, his hands gesturing wildly, and his mouth seemed to be almost speechless.

"Emperor... Emperor Poison Blade! And... and the respected Astartes Brothers! Reinforcements are coming! We are saved!"

"Astartes Brothers? May the Emperor bless us! We are saved!"

After receiving this news, the Political Commissar became excited. He swept away the slight dejection he had just had, stood up quickly, and used the reflective things in the shelter to straighten his clothes, 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! Ribs, get out of the way!"

On the Glorious Queen, the Hammers were surrounding the 3D map, desperately directing their chess pieces, and in a certain area, the most people were watching, because there appeared a political commissar of the Empire! Alive!

"Can't you let me watch for a bit..."

This was the wail of the bean sprout players.

"No! I don't want to be mistaken for 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 ribs players protested a few times, they commanded their chess pieces to go to other places.

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5. A surprise attack by the hammer guys

"...."

When a group of hammer guys were trying to make up stories in their minds to make the political commissar believe that the group of people they sent down were indeed reinforcements, so as to wait for a good answer, the alien players who were kicked out of the meeting were "angry" commanding their chess pieces, walking in the narrow maze of the nest, looking for people to beat. At the same time, they muttered that the imperial chess players were unreasonable-such an interesting thing, what's wrong with their troops watching?

But within five minutes, they temporarily put this matter behind their minds, because a reconnaissance unit 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 in-depth investigation, Liang Feifan couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, a nest of chicken thieves? And a leader? It's just that there are a lot of them——"

Looking at the one who was surrounded by stars on the screen, wearing clothes that were obviously much better than other chicken thieves and contained some metaphysical meanings, it was obvious at a glance that he was not an ordinary thing. After observing the chicken thieves who were active and guarding in this hall, they looked much stronger than the chicken thieves outside, and their firepower was also much better. Liang Feifan pondered for a few seconds, determined the position of the allies active nearby, and made a decisive decision.

"Silence, silence, hurry up and move your spare ribs over, I have some!"

——————————————Happy chicken thieves————————————————

For the chicken thieves living in this nest city, this period of time can be said to be a happy day. According to the plan, their great uprising will not start for at least another ten years. However, when some disturbing changes occurred on this planet, the chicken thieves leader, who sensed something was happening, issued an order for the uprising without hesitation - of course, the chicken thieves achieved great success.

However, although the chicken thieves have almost taken over the entire lower level of the nest city and confiscated a large number of useful weapons and equipment, the chicken thieves leader 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 nest city and why it will end, but it understands one thing. If it cannot gain an absolute advantage in this uprising, let alone calling the Son of the Star, it is unknown whether its own tribe and sect can continue! Therefore, under the order of the Ji Zei tribe leader, the Ji Zei's middle and lower-level commanders at all levels entered a completely desperate state, frequently appearing at the forefront of the battle line, using sermons again and again to push the cultists who were already in a fanatical state into a more terrifying fanaticism. Streets, abandoned factories, and even garbage dumps can be seen everywhere. They have no intention of covering up, because they believe that in this world, they are invincible! And now, in this abandoned factory, such a "morale boost" is being carried out. ————————Hammer is observing secretly——————

"Quantity...quality...well, it's not a big problem. As long as we take the initiative, our troops can completely eat them without any damage..."

At a certain point outside the factory, the Necrons under Silence are already on full alert, and the small unit that sneaked into the factory brought back more detailed information inside the factory, generating a rough formation of the enemy on the screen.

"How to fight?"

Looking at the dense dots on the screen, representing the enemy, Liang Feifan was a little excited and a little worried. Although the performance of black bean sprouts and ribs on the desktop was unsatisfactory, they were both absolutely powerful races in this Warhammer universe. However, there were too many thieves in the factory. If they were killed, his old face would probably be...

"Although these thieves have reinforced this factory to a certain extent, they have not been completely reinforced. You see, the marked places are the weak points of the outer wall of this abandoned factory. With a slightly more powerful weapon, you can burn a cave large enough for your troops to rush in. Let's do this. I will open the way with a round of shooting, and then the scarab will go up to tear open the hole. Your troops will rush directly to the face to kill or injure the psychic and heavy firepower units inside, and then my troops will follow up to sweep the small fish, and you will go back and finish off the important units."

After giving Liang Feifan the tactics he had envisioned in a concise manner, he commanded his ribs to move. Hearing that Jing Jing actually gave a tactic that was roughly equivalent to "F2A is fine", Liang Feifan's face clearly showed an expression of "are you kidding me". 6 9 4 9 3 6 1 3 5

"Isn't this tactic a little too casual?"

"It's better to be casual. We are now in the Hammer World, not on the desktop. The more we think about it, the easier it is for the plan to fail - I'm going to do it, you get ready!"