Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 189 The vanguard war is over, the desperate situation

Orcs and humans stared at each other for a long time, like wild animals who saw another beast and were vigilant. Perhaps in the eyes of orcs, the Skadi people were more like monsters than humans, or other green-skin tribes.

Weapons are held against each other, tit for tat, dragon and tiger, since the Skadi people have stood up for the emperor, their souls are destined to be intertwined with those orcs, chaotic, but full of meaning.

When the craziest killing war in this universe becomes the meaning of the existence of civilization, the gods of chaos are also happy, drawing swords, loading guns, weapons, blades, firearms, and many other things are all researched for this.

Countless civilizations in this universe now only need war and killing, and even war giants with a length of several kilometers are nothing more than things produced by allowing this to happen. They are the stage of the duel field. The weapon that breaks the iron block is nothing more than a weapon that has been continuously evolved over tens of thousands of years in the matter of struggle.

It is no different from the knights who raised their weapons to confront each other in the medieval castle, except that the weapons were replaced by power scythes, chain saw axes, crossbows and throwing knives became bolters, gravity guns and many other things.

The spirit of struggle has become intensified and even crazier in the tens of thousands of years of development. Driven by those things, Alan Bayer raised his weapon, hid in the cover of the battleship corridor, and shot at the enemy.

The orcs now had to accept the shooting from both sides, the counterattacks of the loyalists and those things that were more unpleasant.

"Boss! We can't stand it anymore!"

The gravity gun bounced and fired, ready to kill a few unlucky soldiers. This boss shot accurately, but his shooting was specially taken care of by Alan Baier. When his shooting was "reconciled" again and again, anger made him a little difficult Understand how the shrimp on the opposite side did it.

Intercepting and shooting in mid-air, even the best sniper he knew couldn't do it, but the human in front of him visualized complicated things time and time again.

"Don't wait to shoot, fight with me, damn shrimp!" He couldn't help but cursed, in a vulgar low Gothic language, but what answered him was not an invitation to a duel, but a rather deadly heat Ray, the kind that's pretty deadly against his thick armor too.

Melt his armor, string into his flesh and blood, and burn his body. If it was an ordinary flesh and blood body, it might explode in an instant.

"Rough skin and thick flesh." The non-commissioned officer who shot this shot, Sergeant Catachan, accurately evaluated this point, and everyone knew that this was one of the few characteristics of orcs, other than that, they were probably only barbaric!

"Be careful, don't think wildly, those aliens die very quickly, and if we do a good job of taking turns shooting, our losses are not without." The staff officer calmly made various plans, but Alan Bayer just took out his gravity gun and swished , Whoosh, the strong force pulled the orcs behind the bunker, exposing those boys to the guns.

The veterans of Skadi shot tacitly, heat rays, beam carbines, and played death songs colorfully. The orc boss watched his armored boys dwindle, and his face was vigilant and distorted.

"Ahhh!" He shot, shot fiercely, and the gravitational molecules twisted, but so what, this time Alan Bayer directly shot his own gravitational ray into the muzzle of his gun.

"Boy, don't make your dirty gun so big, pay attention in your next life!" His egotistical evaluation, he should also evaluate it like this, there may not be a better sharpshooter than him among the hundreds of millions of people in this star area, even if there is , that is probably not human.

Apart from him, no one could treat an orc with such arrogance, especially the leader of the orcs, and his advice was naturally harsh advice.

After the gravitational gun in his hand made a strange color and buzzing sound, the reaction force of the orc boss Superman instantly threw this dangerous thing out, but the biggest shortcoming of the orc equipment is the poor insurance and overload or safety issues .

Someone once joked that the "explosion" of the orc's equipment was also part of its design, but at the moment the uncontrollability has become a serious problem. Compared with the reliability of the empire's equipment, the orc's weapon is a complete bomb.

Even though the device had been dropped several meters away, the energy fluctuations generated by the strong explosion tore off half of his body, blood fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and those dirty and disgusting things mixed with several people around him. Kid and his whole right hand tissue...

"Bastard..." The boss was angry, he raised his weapon, and went waaagh with his armored body, the dopamine secreted by his body made his huge body push forward against the deflagration beam, that kind of anger made the well-informed The captain couldn't help feeling sad.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" He warned Alan Baier, but he soon realized that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him did not dodge or dodge, and he still fired calmly, whoosh, whoosh, the heat ray hit the body of the orc boss There was a hole, and the emperor's anger penetrated the orc's body, hitting the core of his body, that is, the heart.

And the orc charged in front of the imperial officer, the anger splashed, with the green skin blood overflowing from the wound on his body, the only answer to him was the movement of Alan Bayer stretching out his hand.

"Enough, fall down." He exerted strength with his arm, and the power sickle in his hand, touch, sth... the crackling sound of thick fibers that made the teeth sour with the sound of steel rotting, constantly, he did not drive the destructive position, but Rip out the orc's heart with sheer physical strength and power.

This action represents that Alan Bayer has a very high level of understanding of the orc's body, and even knows how to accurately grasp the heart position of a three-meter-high orc. It also means that his strength seems to have grown slightly.

The arm muscles bulged and looked thin, but the explosive force made the orc leader's chest tingle. That huge, incomparable beast, facing Alan Baier, an ordinary person who was not very tall and was only over 1.8 meters tall, could only I felt my body lose the power to pump blood.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, the scarlet heart of the orc kept beating in the air, and then fell to the ground, like a fish out of water, the blood vessels on it ejected scarlet body fluid, and breathed happily Air.

Vitality, vitality, and the orc boss who lost this vital organ just felt dizzy, insufficient supply, oxygen, nutrition, suffocation and weakness made him feel like he was just born, small and dry that period of time.

At this moment, Alan Bayer's small body raised its bright red arm to grab the ornament with the orc's head facing forward, and pulled it down forcefully.

boom!
The entire huge body was kneeling on the ground, and his dazed eyes looked at the Imperial Guard officer whose height was equal to him only by kneeling on the ground, full of confusion and fatigue.

"Goodbye, orc."

boom!
The projectile and piercing hit the orc's brain accurately, and the mass of paste dissipated and turned into red and white sprinkles all over the deck. This orc boss, the orc pirate, who was once the nightmare of tens of billions of human civilization, once let The monster whose countless loyalists died is now just a weak loser.

Wipe off the blood with his clothes, the stinky stuff stained the military uniforms of the imperial officers, and the guns shot the rest of the boys, potholes, filth, and blood, and Alan Bayer just picked up the commanding weapon on the chest of the orc leader Communicator, open that thing skillfully.

"Hey, hey? It's the orcs. Your boss is dead. I killed him. He was killed by humans. Your invasion troops are all finished. Are you going to die next, or are you in a place where no one knows?" Fight each other, feel free to, however."

Alan Bayer looked at the time display on the battleship, and it was blurry. "5 minutes, if you don't leave this universe, all of them will die to me." He put down the communicator, trampled the alien creature, and ended the opening song of this war.

This is not a request, but an order. When these few words were transmitted from the communicator to the orc battleship, the orcs in the communication channel were all confused.

When the first orc realized that he could be the boss, he commanded his warship to fire a cannon at the flagship, and then a chain reaction followed, and the entire orc warship was in order, or barely counted as an orderly orc warship. The crowd instantly turned into a Colosseum.

The imperial guards withdrew from the cracks of the war, and the orcs didn't have a big picture. To be precise, most of the orcs didn't. For them, they didn't know the definition of this war and the invasion.

In their eyes, such killing and plundering, who is the boss of the three points, when one of these three points is unstable, the orcs will turn into the most advanced primitive tribes, and use those sophisticated and crude equipment to carry out the most primitive activities in the universe. Power-grabbing methods, violence.

The curtain created by the orcs biting each other became the buffer zone of the Imperial Guard. Those things are now indistinguishable from friend to foe, good from bad, and it also slows down the pace of the red pirates because of this huge chaos spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

The victory this time was beautiful. The Imperial Navy only lost dozens of destroyer-class ships in exchange for the loss of hundreds of enemy warships, but the following battle would not be so easy.

The marines wiped the deck, and the headquarters continued to announce the good news. The wind of victory was tilting towards the imperial guards, but in the huge void, the rows of enemies did not stop.

Even if the battle loss ratio of 1/10 is not distressed to the mercenary troops of the Red Pirates, there is no so-called loss of morale. Originally, Alien was just doing things with money. Now it is not only a waste of the vitality of the Imperial Guard, but also no need to pay. .

Conversely, the loss of ten destroyers is the scale of warships that can only be made up for by decades of continuous construction for the empire. Not to mention that there are tens of thousands of loyalists on it, even a destroyer is one kilometer away.

And the warships of the Imperial Navy are the highest-level masterpieces of the Empire except for those black technologies. They are different from the metal engines that the orcs can build in a few months and enter the void like dumplings.

But even if they only solved a few mercenaries, the channel of the Imperial Navy wanted to magnify this incident without limit to inspire the army, and the scene of orcs fighting each other became a strange landscape.

The Bordello was docked for maintenance due to damage. Interestingly, the Iron Gate has now become the lair of many imperial adventurers and explorers, because this location is close to the edge of the star field. During the warp space storm, the Imperial Guard Exploring the temporary paths that exist in Warpstorms offers huge bounties.

Coupled with the false wealth experience of a traitor rogue trader, and the Imperial Guard's need for civilian cargo transportation to provide supplies, more and more ordinary people settled in this asteroid full of stories.

And they became part of the maintenance of the Imperial Navy. Although it was useless, it was better than nothing, but those desperadoes were not soldiers, they needed entertainment, and taverns and residential areas also sprang up.

Like the emergence of the famous city San Francisco in the ancient Terra era, some people panned for gold, others sold shovels and opened hotels. Although none of the lunatics who went to explore the subspace came back, this place has become a small trading port.

In just one year, the world was turned upside down. Alan Bayer walked into a simple tavern with small neon lights in a narrow place. This was one of the few rests and pastimes he had after disembarking.

He was wearing a windbreaker to cover the military uniform, smelling the smell of alcohol, the messy people and the desperado's temperament. "A serving of snake and wild wine, and then add Pellasne, Golo beef steak, and a copy of the Imperial Times."

The boss is a middle-aged man, his two arms have been completely replaced with machines, and he has a wound on his cheek. Who knows what he has experienced before, and Alan Bayer is obviously not the first time.

"Didn't you bring the young man from your family this time?" He handed over the drink.

Alan Baier took a sip. "Is he about the same age as me?"

The boss answered. "You have different temperaments. You should be about the same age as me. At least I can feel it after chatting with you."

Suddenly, the boss's arm began to twitch. "Sorry, old problem."

Alan Bayer didn't answer, because it seemed that the two were chatting, but in fact the boss was using his prosthetic body to perform concise Catachan sign language. This set of sign language can't express much, but it can roughly understand a lot matter.

Alan Bayer started eating after watching the "performance". He seemed like an ordinary guest and asked worriedly. "Is it necessary to maintain the machine soul?"

Then he began to deal with the current situation. First of all, the Star Militia Army, or the Tribunal used its own "means" to "instigate rebellion" against a fellow ronin.

Brainwashing, potions, all kinds of things, maybe they didn't even arrange to invite him to drink tea for trumped-up charges, just let the assassins climb up the window of the traitor manor.

The power of a huge empire cannot be underestimated, let alone an empire with no lower limit.

The available information can only be described as hopeless, the Red Pirates currently invading only account for 30% of the total fleet, the world called Mahadrea, the entire Pangea sub-sector and the Maelstrom are all under the control of King Blackheart .

The huge legion, the continuous supply, and the countless execution capabilities of the Sheng Empire, if the only weakness of King Black Heart, it is probably that the center of his power structure is only himself, so many troops rely on half-hired, half-subordinated methods The ones under the order listen to the tune but not the announcement, so they can only act in batches.

But even so, its scale is extremely huge. The traitors gathered by relying on Huron's power are unprecedented in scale. The main reason is that he took away many subordinates belonging to the Black Legion after entering the subspace...

He is not picky about food, and he will not refuse any attendant whom Abaddon despises, and will give him military strength to match his ability!Just this can make many people feel excited, and there is also the question of the uncertain time of the subspace. God knows how long the Red Pirates have been operating in the subspace.

One year outside, maybe a hundred years inside!

It can only be said that a real dictator spanning hundreds of thousands of light years, Alan Baier drank a sip of snake wild wine, and only thought that this thing was extraordinarily cool.

(End of this chapter)