Chapter 581 Bonebreaker Moon

"Thunderhawks enter the cabin, all teams in place."

"Prepare for disinfection."

Vito stood in the cabin, and outside the open deck above his head, the Thunderhawks whizzed past. Behind them, the wreckage of the green-skinned warship floated in the universe, and the shattered wreckage of the battle moon and the exploded planet lit up most of the night sky.

Only two Thunderhawks landed, and they landed in the cabin, and the surrounding mechanical servants immediately surrounded them.

The disinfectant water was sprayed on the Thunderhawks, destroying all the orc spores that might be hidden and brought back. Under the dripping of the water curtain, the hatch was lowered, Lancelot came out, and Ragnar and Yarik got off from another one.

"Good job, but it took twenty-five minutes, five minutes longer than I expected." Vito said with his hands behind his back, and Ragnar walked over with a smile, his hands on his hips.

"We'll try our best next time, but in these five extra minutes, look who we found." After Ragnar stepped aside, Yarik came up. He was dirty and only wore a tattered piece of clothing. He stretched out his one arm to shake hands with Vito.

"Commissar Yarik, it seems that your vacation is not very pleasant, right?" Vito laughed jokingly.

"Not very good, we were attacked and defeated." Yarik said dissatisfiedly, his words were full of complaints, dissatisfaction and the impulse to avenge the previous shame.

And Vito saw a kind of desire in his eyes, or it would be more accurate to use the word fanaticism. He longed for a new battle, a more intense battle.

Vito glanced at the other people who staggered down from the Thunderhawk behind Yarik.

"Mechanical servant, take them to the medical cabin."

Vito ordered, and the mechanical servant on standby immediately nodded and walked up. After helping one person, he and the other mechanical servants took them out of the cabin and went to the medical cabin in the cabin.

"My people will take care of them."

"Thank you, sir."

"Now tell me about your situation, take your time, you are still injured."

Yarrick nodded and sat on a box on the side. He had many wounds on his body, and he was a little overwhelmed by his age, but Yarick did not show his weakness, and there was only fortitude on his face.

"A few months ago, we received an order from the star zone command, saying that there was evidence that there were greenskin activities near the Meteor Shower Galaxy, and it was suspected that they were the remnants of the greenskins we defeated on the Beast Star two years ago."

"We fought the war, and of course we have to clean up the mess, so after receiving the order, I led the Iron Legion to the Meteor Shower Galaxy."

"What happened then?" Vito asked, but he didn't rush Yarick too much, giving him time to breathe. Although Yarick was a true legend, he was a mortal after all, and he was hundreds of years old, and his body was not as good as it used to be.

Yarrick took a breath, cleared his throat and continued.

"We were ambushed. The security signal of a nearby outpost radar station was suddenly interrupted. At first we thought it was electromagnetic interference caused by the meteor shower, but later we found that the place was destroyed after the meteor shower left, but it was too late."

Yarrick punched the box and muttered angrily, "The orcs suddenly appeared with a battle moon. The navy was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and my troops had no time to react. They were beaten back by the greenskins. Many people died in the battle, and others were captured, including me."

Yarrick said with only shame on his face, "I failed the Emperor I should have died on the battlefield for the trust given to me! Instead of being captured by the greenskins, building that evil blasphemous creation for them, and letting them use it to destroy another army and another fleet. "

"The orcs attacked the radar station first, and then launched a surprise attack under the guise of electromagnetic interference from the meteor shower?" Lancelot said puzzledly, "This doesn't sound like something the greenskins can do. You also know their brains."

"They are all a bunch of brainless idiots, and those with brains can barely be called fools." Ragnar interrupted, Vito looked at him and nodded, holding his chin in thought.

This is indeed not the tactical style of the greenskins.

The tactics of the greenskins can generally be summarized as, we have a lot of people, so we just rush forward. The greenskins always rely on their huge numbers to continuously consume the defense of the empire, and eventually deal with the overwhelming style of play, so generally speaking, the greenskins rarely have any tactics to speak of.

Of course, it's not absolute. Vito knows that the Blood Axe Clan will consider this issue. They are considered to be an alternative among the greenskins, so they are even considered more like humans by the greenskins. Which greenskin will hold a meeting before fighting and then think about strategic and tactical issues? That's what shrimp would do! And they dress like shrimp! They will even cooperate with shrimp!

I think, they are not our greenskins, they are not waggggggge at all! Wait, what am I talking about?

But at least now Vito knows where the distress signal he received in the prophecy came from. The greenskins acted quickly and even admirably.

"But they did it and defeated me." Yarik said, holding his abdomen with several cuts from the whip and cursing.

"Bonebreaker is here too."

"He's here too? Did you see him?" Vito asked, and Yarik nodded.

"It was he who brought the battle moon, not this one, but another one. After the battle, I was brought before him to be ridiculed and humiliated by him."

"Humiliation? What kind?" Ragnar asked, even though Lancelot glared at him fiercely, warning him that this was a rather inappropriate question, Ragnar still spoke out.

The sons of Leman Russ are all straightforward and say whatever they think, but it is really strange that they have a bad relationship with the equally straightforward Imperial Fists.

"He didn't kill me." Yarick frowned, his words were full of anger, he clenched his fists, and veins popped out on the old man's forehead.

"I didn't die, but was taken as a prisoner and a slave to build a second battle moon for the orcs."

"He should have killed me, but now, the Emperor has given me a second chance, for him and for myself to avenge my previous shame!"

"I believe you will, Commissar Yarick." Vito responded, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, which gave Yarick great encouragement, and he nodded to Vito gratefully.

"Fortunately, the second battle moon has been destroyed, and the orcs can't count on it. This saves us a lot of trouble. Now we only need to find that one, and we can also find the bone crusher."

"Then kill him."

"Then how should we find it? This is a difficult problem. The universe is so big that it is easy to hide a moon." Lancelot said, "and the orcs can attack at any time. We are in the light and they are in the dark."

"Then let's ask them to come out."

Vito said, with a flash of inspiration in his eyes. He looked at the blood all over Ragnar's body. It was definitely not his, but the greenskin's, while Lancelot next to him was much cleaner.

His fighting style inherited the usual habits of the Space Wolves.

"Let's talk about it later. Commissar Yarik needs treatment and rest, and you should go and wash the blood off your body. I don't want that blood to fall somewhere, so that my ship will suddenly grow a batch of greenskins."

"What's wrong with this? We will have fun in the next warp voyage, right?" Ragnar grinned.

"I prefer another kind of fun." Vito smiled and replied to him, "Wash it off, but leave a tube of green skin blood, and bring it to me after eliminating the activity of the spores."

"What are you going to do?" Lancelot asked puzzled, but Vito just responded with a faint smile and helped Commissar Yarik up.

"You will know, now I will send Commissar Yarik to the medical cabin."

"By the way, let's have dinner together later. You must have never eaten real food after being a captive for so long."

"My lord, I am not qualified to accept the invitation. My failure disappointed the emperor." Yarik asked.

"It was him, not me. I insisted on inviting you. If you are alive, you will have a chance to wash away the shame. After eating good food."

As Vito said, the prophetic picture appeared in his mind. He took Yarik away, leaving Lancelot and Ragnar looking at each other and shrugged.

"Let's go for a drink. We Fenris have a saying that if you don't drink after a fight, it's useless to fight."

See? This is the real wagggggggge!