Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

When the original body walked out of the corpses of the orcs carrying the Bonecrusher like a dead dog.

The orc army's front completely collapsed.

The fear of countless orcs towards the original body turned into reality under the influence of the waaagh force field. Most of the orcs in front of him even lost the courage to raise weapons.

Since then, the task of delaying time has been completed.

A warlord captured by humans is not qualified to become the boss of the orcs unless he has the ability to escape on his own.

Unless the orcs in the world of Organa can quickly compete for a powerful warlord, it will be impossible to rush to the main battlefield in the short term.

Seeing the orcs disperse like a tide, the Imperial soldiers who were still fighting on the battlefield all showed expressions of disbelief.

Such a large number of orcs were really defeated in their hands, and everything seemed like a dream.

The Krieg soldiers wiped the blood off their bayonets with their cuffs and moved closer to the primarch.

Looking at the majestic figure covered in blood, they were stunned. They completed such a dangerous mission with almost the lowest battle loss rate.

Although they remained habitually indifferent on the surface, the joys brought about by redemption, glory, and victory were still surging in their hearts.

When the Primarch first appeared, he fell from the sky and became a beacon of victory for the Krieg soldiers on their charge, and now the light of the beacon became brighter and brighter.

【Ding! ——】

In just a moment, countless soldiers received invitations from the Heart Network at the same time.

Their faces, hidden behind the beak respirators, regained their determination after only a brief moment of confusion.

The Ultramarines company led by Gray and the original bodyguards were also moving towards Dukel.

The Ultramarines were also covered in blood at this moment, but their faces could not hide the joy of victory.

From the moment they pledged their allegiance to the Second Primarch, there was no shortage of great victories.

The guards of the original body seemed calmer. These warriors had followed the original body on Ophelia VII.

In their view, winning is just how it should be.

"Your great Majesty, thank you for your blessing. Victory has come to me again, but this is not due to me. Being weak, I still only played a very small role."

Kane prayed silently in his heart, and couldn't help but confide his joy at the moment to the God Emperor.

After completing the assembly of troops, Duker led them back to the battleship group.

Then he took Bonebreaker to the intelligence agency.

"Completely destroy this alien's will." Dukel pointed at Salaka, "Can you do it?"

"This is a very important mission for me and all mankind. I think it's your turn to play your role."

However, after hearing his words, the intelligence officers present and the executioners who were good at torture all looked embarrassed.

Finally an intelligence officer stepped out bravely.

"Your Highness, some of our, um, techniques," the intelligence officer carefully considered his words, "most of our techniques are aimed at humans and may not be effective against powerful aliens like warlords."

Then he explained the reason carefully to the original body.

The body structure of orcs is very different from humans, and their various senses are relatively dull. In particular, they have a strange force field on their bodies.

The torture methods used against human traitors would hardly have any effect on them.

"It's so troublesome." Duker frowned slightly.

Orc genes have strong psychic resistance. If Duker wants to use the Heart Net to invade, he must rely only on psychic energy.

But his spiritual energy is not enough to directly twist the Bonecrusher's will. He must first destroy the orc's psychological defense.

If this step cannot be carried out smoothly, his plan to invade the orc network will be far away.

"Hahaha, don't be delusional!" Bonebreaker laughed from the side, "It's just a shrimp."

Even though Bonebreaker behaved very arrogantly and seemed to be very unruly, when the original body looked at him, he still couldn't hide his fear of him. He swallowed hard and said while holding his neck,

"Gudu~ You'd better kill me!"

Want to break the will of the great orc warrior?

It would be easier to just kill them!

Duker narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about other possibilities.

Suddenly, he remembered that when it came to torturing people, there seemed to be a more professional organization than the intelligence department, the Mechanicus.

Most of the empire's mechanical torture instruments are manufactured by the Mechanicus.

Under the torture of these gangsters with various hormones, drugs, and shocking instruments of torture, even a stone, not to mention a human being, can be tortured to the point of crying.

And beside him, there happened to be a great sage from the Cult of Mechanicus.

Although the great sage is still on Eurostar at the moment, distance has never been a problem in front of the Lord of the Heart Network.

Thinking of this, Duker directly called a servitor.

Then Gris' consciousness was pulled through the heart network and poured into the servitor's mind.

"Well, your highness, you caught the Bonebreaker so quickly." Gris quickly adapted to the body of the servitor, and knew the purpose of his coming here through the heart network, and admired from the bottom of his heart.

"Can it be done?" Duker asked.

"This. I have considered several options before."

The servitor's mechanical eyes flashed red, as if it was downloading some information.

The great sage seemed to have considered the method of torturing orcs for a long time, but he had never tried it himself.

"Your Highness, I will try my best." Gris' tone was still calm, with the feeling of a humble scholar, which was very consistent with his status as a great sage.

After a brief flash of red light, Gris brought the warlord into the interrogation room.

But the more peaceful the great sage appeared, the more the nearby intelligence officers, who were known for their harshness, couldn't help but sigh, lamenting the tragic fate of this orc.

On the other hand, Bonecrusher himself still looked very tough, with a sneer on his face. Even after Gris dragged him into the interrogation room and closed the door, everyone could still recall his unruly expression.

"Haha, give up. You seem to underestimate the will of our Orks, right?"

"No matter what you prepare, we orc warriors are fearless!"

"I-ahhhhh!!!"

"What is this, no! waaagh!!!!"

Hearing this earth-shattering scream, the intelligence officers surrounding the interrogation room fell into silence.

At this moment, they even began to doubt their professionalism and considered the possibility of going to the Mechanicum for further studies.

In the following days, the battleship interrogation room was filled with the screams of the warlords.

The voice lingered for a long time, haunting the hearts of every intelligence officer who passed by.

Just like that big, unruly face.