Chapter 55 55, Take Off the Head!

Thanks to the arrival of the expeditionary fleet, this agricultural world avoided the impending catastrophe.

The green-skinned orcs are undoubtedly a huge threat to the empire. Once their terrible reproduction efficiency spreads, it will be an extremely terrible nightmare.

Most war groups will even directly use extermination orders to eliminate all life forms on the world polluted by aliens.

On the ground battlefield, the green-skinned orcs made a chaotic and noisy sound.

The huge war warlord drove a very waaagh war machine and walked out of the encirclement of the orc boys, looking at the human defense line in the distance with a ferocious look.

The huge war machine comparable to the Knight Titan has two huge fangs, and a thick wooden stake is nailed on the mechanical head, which looks extremely terrifying.

With the roar of the orc warlord, countless war boys shouted, like a green torrent, impacting the defense line of the human empire.

And inside the defense line is a group of extremely special star army.

They huddled silently in the defense line, wearing dark uniforms and silent formations wrapped in the silence of death, and their eyes hidden behind the gas masks were empty and indifferent.

Their political commissar walked in the defense line, holding a laser pistol and firing wildly into the sky. At the same time, a mechanical loudspeaker spread the political commissar's words, the sound was so loud that it made people's ears buzz.

"Attention everyone! ——"

"No charge is allowed without orders!"

"Repeat, no charge is allowed without orders!"

"Cavalry troops listen, before the order is issued, who dares to charge, I will shoot him! ——"

The veins on the political commissar's neck bulged, roaring loudly, every time before the battle, he had to repeat this work.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the political commissar not only needed to shoot the soldiers who charged rashly, but also had to be extremely careful to prevent himself from being attacked by the soldiers.

Without the suppression of the political commissar, these soldiers would launch a fearless charge against the enemy at all costs.

Even if every one of them fell, as long as one person was still alive, they would not stop.

It was as if they came to the battlefield just to kill everyone or be killed by everyone.

"Don't stop the artillery!"

The political commissar gave orders on the communication channel.

A large number of cannons, automatic artillery, rotary guns, etc., vented their firepower crazily, making the atmosphere of the entire battlefield instantly scorched.

The plain was scorched by the flames of the flamethrower, the roaring explosions were endless, and countless green orcs were killed.

But more orcs drove their simple vehicles out of the sea of ​​fire.

The imperial infantry in the defense line looked at the war boys getting closer and closer, and they silently equipped their single-molecule bayonets. There seemed to be endless madness in their empty and dead eyes. As long as they waited for an order, they began to charge forward.

But at this moment,

Boom! ——

A huge figure fell like a meteorite!

Within hundreds of meters, countless green boys only felt a wave of air rolling over, as if a war hammer hit their chests, and the whole person flew out directly, spitting blood.

The place where Duker fell was originally a slightly raised hill.

But now, it has become a pit with a huge depression.

In the rolling smoke and dust, the green-skinned orc army that was still charging was stopped.

They looked at the center of the smoke and dust in confusion as if they were greatly frightened.

"What is this?!"

"I think this thing is quite scary."

"Everyone listen to me, when the dust is gone, rush in and chop it directly!"

Just when they were hesitant, a huge figure rushed out from the rolling smoke and dust.

Like a monster that chooses people to eat, it kills orcs when it sees them, and soon tears a bloody path in the formation of the war boy.

——The original body's goal is very clear. He rushed straight towards the warlord boss. All the orcs along the way were killed by him, and no one could stop him.

In the war, the orcs must have a strong enough leader, otherwise they will be in chaos in an instant, and even infighting will occur.

The political commissar of the Star Army in the defense line didn't know what happened, but the other party was obviously a human. The opportunity at this moment could not be delayed, and he blew a sharp whistle.

The soldiers wearing gas masks behind him, who had been impatient for a long time, launched a charge one after another. There were no slogans, no roars, just like their black uniforms, indifferent, dead and cruel.

The close combat was instantly bloody.

Compared with human guardians, these soldiers are more like beasts. Although they are mortal bodies, they use the most brutal means of life-threatening to bite their enemies.

Perhaps it is precisely this kind of madness that made this agricultural world wait for the arrival of the expeditionary corps.

A soldier on horseback was smashed half of his body by a violent orc, but he still crawled to the feet of the orc and pulled the hot melt bomb tied to his body.

Accompanied by the rumbling explosion, the huge orc was instantly torn into pieces.

Others continued to charge without stopping. Whether it was their actions or their eyes, they were full of indifference to life, whether it was for others or for themselves.

They were born to serve in war, and before they died, they maximized the value of their cheap lives and killed more enemies - this was their salvation.

However, this time, they felt unprecedented ease on the road to charge.

Because there was a majestic figure ahead, like a beacon in a desperate world, pointing the way forward for them and sharing most of the pressure for them.

This was a feeling they had never had before. At this moment, the soldiers even had an illusion that,

--even if they were mortals, as long as they followed the footsteps of the giants, they could rush to the end of the galaxy together.

Dukel quickly fought his way through the greenskins' front line. The savage aliens were fragile in his hands and finally came to the orc warlord who was like a hill.

The more greenskins there were, the stronger their war leaders would be, and their size and strength would expand accordingly.

In the Beast War, their size and strength expanded to an incredible extent. Even the Primarch of the Salamander Legion, who was famous for his brute force, could not suppress the opponent in terms of strength.

But Dukel didn't care about it.

Because the more humans there were, the more his strength would expand to an incredible extent.

Isn't it a coincidence?

"Human, you are so strong! But you can't defeat me, waaagh!——"

He was surprised that the human who was like a little kid in his impression could be so strong.

The orc warlord roared to boost his momentum.

But Duker didn't waste time talking to him. He came with a tactical mission, so he had to fight quickly.

The Primarch rushed directly to the battlefield warlord. The mental force field and the waaagh force field had a huge repulsion at this moment. The invisible force field collided, and after a strange wave flashed, the waaagh force field was punctured like a bubble.

It's not that the greenskin force field is weaker than the mental force field, but the size of the warlord cannot be compared with Duker.

Afterwards, Duker knocked the warlord to the ground with one punch. After the orc was punched, the confusion and misunderstanding in his eyes were visible to the naked eye.

The big head, thinking that there was something wrong nine out of ten.

All the green-skinned orcs had never thought that there would be a human who could defeat the warlord with bare hands.

"This human is so strong!"

"I think it might be because the boss is too useless!"

"You can do it, I plan to hide anyway."

The power blessing of the green-skinned orcs' waaagh force field actually showed signs of transferring to Duker at this moment.

"Human, get out of my way!"

The orc warlord lay on the ground, waving his thick hands, struggling to get up.

But the next second, he felt his head being held tightly by a pair of big hands.

Duker stepped on his back with one foot, grabbed the warlord's head with both hands, and pulled it hard like pulling a carrot.

"Puff!——"

A huge orc head, with half of the spine involved, was pulled out directly!

At the moment the warlord died, the orc force field lost its core and instantly scattered. Countless orcs ran around like headless flies. They no longer had the arrogant appearance before, so that some orcs even lost the courage to fight!

Some orcs stared blankly at the huge human who tore off their boss's head with his own hands.

A giant man fell from the sky and killed all the orcs he saw until he killed their warlord.

These scenes shocked the green-skinned orcs beyond words.

In their eyes, the almost invincible boss died just like that;

Wouldn't the weak chickens themselves die if they were glared at? !

And just at this moment, the primarch raised his head and glanced at them.

Then, they died.

Dukel lifted the head of the orc warlord with one hand, raised the hideous face with half of the spine high, and stepped on the headless corpse.

He posed in a very handsome pose.

Then,

"Click-" "Click-".

A drone surrounded him and took pictures from various angles.

This is the war strategy against the orcs that Dukel and the think tanks jointly discussed.

If you want to really defeat the orcs, the first thing to defeat is their hearts.

Let the orcs think that the Primarch is extremely powerful, unmatched, and invincible!

The reason why Dukel first came to the battlefield alone was for this bloody show.

And the first task of the Primarch is,

- Take off the head of the warlord on the battlefield (completed)

- Striking a handsome pose (completed)

- Taking a lot of photos (being completed)

Soon, these photos will be scattered in the world occupied by the orcs, and like seeds, with the catalysis of war, they will take root and sprout in the hearts of the orcs, until they bear the fruit called "fear".