Chapter 132: The Ominous Ark Vs. The Iron Gate

The mechanical parts were scattered all over the ground, and death and misery fell in pieces in the imperial equipment. The orcs tied up the gear boys, counted the number of red robes, and then carefully recorded the "items" list.

"Ten pounds, ten pounds, one hundred pounds, ten pounds, ten pounds..."

"My brother Mao, there are hundreds of them!"

"Snack, morning snack, Wuhu~"

The orcs' rough words and spit hit the faces of the Mechanicus priests or the data craftsmen. Even if their mechanical faces didn't care about those things, they could still feel humiliated.

The strength was that ordinary ropes couldn't bind them, so the orcs would save time and directly cut off all their mechanical legs and arms with machetes, so that those high-ranking Mechanicus members could lie on the ground like maggots, with their red robes stained with dust on the ground.

"Alien, Om Messiah, will punish me!" The emotional binding equipment became uncertain because of the shame. A data craftsman almost shouted that sentence, but what was waiting for him was the slap of the special warfare boy's green thigh.

"Shut up, gear boy, we have a lot of work to do."

The piston heart of the Mechanicus felt what a myocardial infarction was. The damn heretic stretched out his legs and cut the iron sheet of their starport with a cutter.

"Heretic! Alien! I can't, I can't! His Om Messiah! God of All Machines!"

But the call of that guy could not hinder the orcs' actions at all. After the buzzing of the tools and the sparks, the adamantine creations that the Mechanicus had carved out brick by brick were dismantled into a mess of scrap iron, and then the boys picked up the stuff and hit it with hammers at will to transform it.

"Om Messiah!" The Mechanicus boasted, they would rather die than see such a situation.

The once glorious Iron Gate has become an orc paradise. They do not deny the Imperial Guard, except that they are good at lining their pockets during the mission. Marcato knows very well that the Iron Gate will no longer exist after that mission. The orcs who get food and waste will flourish. Maybe he will be punished one day, and the aliens will bite back, but it is clear that heresy is more vicious.

War does not distinguish between loyalty or heresy. It smiles at the winner, and you can never decide who will die, who will live, and who will tell the follow-up. He can strive for victory. He knows that it is a matter of great importance. He needs to be clear that everything he does will be judged by history.

The three planetary engines were transformed by the orcs, and the warships advanced eastward and slowly approached and merged. The tattered scrap iron and the modified shells were spliced ​​into a triangle, forming a terrible war weapon with a size of 100 kilometers in the incomparable void. The three volcanic cannons were connected in series. The Mechanicus could not believe that such a crazy and disgusting creation was gradually completed in front of them.

From the initial doubts and resistance to watching the technology of heretics, the thirst for knowledge forced them to stop praying to the God of All Machines and choose to think about why the orcs could do that.

"Miracle, such a thing..." The priest looked at the pipes in disbelief, which were connected in a state that he could not understand. It looked like the orcs had forged it in a broken way, but he still did not understand why the orcs had transformed their volcanic cannon for nuclear weapons.

The catastrophe was approaching, the heresy was ahead, and the Ark of Evil Omen was roaring. Why did they ask to build it here? They were dying. What were they doing? Death did not distinguish between loyalty and aliens.

The mechanical priest once said that he was so smart that no one could touch him, but he did not understand human nature or greenskins. He had a lot of thoughts, and those aliens broke his thoughts and made him emotional.

The volcanic cannon was completely fitted in the void, as if it was standing upright in the universe, supporting the heaven and earth, like a giant in Greek mythology, standing on the spine of the world.

Its body is made of refined gold, its bones are made of ceramic steel, its shape is made of refined iron, and its soul is made of crystal. The restless machine soul makes the Mechanicus, who understand the God of All Machines the most, tremble. The orcs shape and liberate the beasts, and the killing weapon stands in the void like Ming.

The one-eyed man looked at the surprised expression of the gear boy and became interested. His military boots stepped in front of him. "Why do I think I am extremely smart?"

"If you have no respect in your heart, you will be doomed."

"Why are you surprised, as if you have never seen it before, why are you surprised, as if I can't do it?"

"I study every day, but I can't do anything. I fight constantly and indulge in scriptures, but my achievements are not even one ten-thousandth of those orcs."

The priest retorted. "He is used to corruption and depravity. The worst is to defile the classics. The void is out of control and the machine soul is in chaos. That's why he studies."

"He swings the hammer, sparks fly, he perfects the circuit, and the furnace keeps on melting."

"The big bell rings 12 times, and you heretics will disappear!"

The one-eyed man laughed. "Look at Ru Ming, it's not me who will save the empire, but their blasphemous machines. My scriptures are useless. Where is my God of All Machines?"

The priest's voice was full of fluctuations. "He won't listen to my heretical remarks, he won't understand my heretical transformation, they won't listen to me!"

"The big bell rings 12 times, he must be extremely smart... extremely smart...!"

The one-eyed man licked his lips. Xiami is really fun. His big green face is full of smiles. His thoughts can easily change a person. He is smart, terrible, and deadly. Sometimes people even forget that he is an enemy of the empire, but inheriting that name, he is destined to have a fateful battle with Alan Bair.

The kid shouted. "It's ready, sir, ready to fire anytime, anywhere."

"Well done, sergeant. I will remember that we all paid. Now show me our green legs. Those with calluses can get a pound of canned food after the incident."

The boys raised their legs high. Those aliens had worked hard for the Empire. It was ridiculous that the Mechanicus was lying on the ground. Who can save humanity now? Who can tell the difference? What should we do?

Marcato holds the power in his legs, and he is in a dilemma. He can't win without sacrifice, and he can't succeed without failure. He can't be understood by others for his eternal infamy. As a commander, he asked to carry everything on his back. The communicator in his legs is the decision-maker. He has become a giant, standing in the void, blocking heresy.

He is irresistible and fearless. He is waiting, he is waiting. He needs someone to lay a solid foundation for the war, but he believes that someone will guide the heroes of the Empire. One day, one day, there will be a place for him on the Golden Throne.

He would do everything to prolong the ancient empire for a long time. If they can lay a solid foundation in this battle, they will shake the world, one day, one day.

In the void, in silence, in the darkness, in the battleship, the command point is there, the captain closes his eyes, and he sings what he heard from a staff officer.

"Maybe he won't see the glory in his lifetime, but he is happy to join the battle. When future generations tell their stories, tomorrow night will surely be passed down from generation to generation."

"He has seen miracles big and small. If wildcats can succeed, then he can succeed too. To the Emperor, he is like water flowing through the land, passing on honor and life to me."

"Because the loyal will continue to fall, they will continue to fall, and never stop."

The voice is not loud, and it keeps echoing in the dark ship. If they can't come back, if they don't succeed, the sacrifice or honor will turn into mist and rain. He hopes that if he does so, he will not fight for the empire, and he will pass on his honor to the east.

All hope lies in the auspicious instrument, in the Bordeleau, and in the loyal machine spirit, his partner.

Every minute and every second, life is lost, they have no regrets, if they are dragged into hell by the gravity of the heretic Ark, before they die, they hope that their information can be returned to their comrades.

Everyone is concentrating, and their expressions cannot be seen clearly in the darkness. Whether they are afraid or expectant, whether they pray to the Emperor, but they are silent, not infecting them with their emotions, just enjoying the madness of the morning, danger, and great opportunities, they must try to grasp that chance of life.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!

It moved, dark green. "Quickly record the movement! Pass the news!"

The captain almost dazzled instantly. "125832, 234619...88, Emperor!"

"They succeeded!"

"Start the engines, they are going home!"

"No! Captain, they are too close, the gravity of the heretic Ark is pulling them, and it takes them five minutes to start the engine! They are already close to the atmosphere, and their defense guns will detect them."

"They are finished!"

The engine roared, the piston trembled, Bordeleau tried his best to pray that his partner would come back alive, and that the Imperial Navy would be unscathed, but the evil power of the heretic Ark kept pulling at the souls of mortals, as if asking all mortals in Bordeleau to be buried with it!

The captain stood up. "Start the engine at full speed, turn on the load, and let all the pistons roar. The gravity of the heretic Ark is lower than that of the normal world. They have a good chance if the Emperor really blesses them, if she (Boldero) really wants to help them."

"Sailors, pull up the sails, get ready, go home, they will go home, the turbulent void and heresy can't kill them!"

The hull of the Bordero turned red in the atmosphere, only tens of kilometers away from the ground. I wonder if it can be a big guy with a full 3 kilometers!

Almost sticking to the heretic Ark, sleeping in the dark and lightless world, those lonely ghosts, the illusion caused by the subspace biting the outside of the ship, trying to skin the loyalists inside, and those automatic cannons roared, making waves in the void shield.

A narrow escape? It was almost a dead end. The captain was fully focused, managing the battleship anywhere, not a single resource was wasted, all poured into the engine, trying to restore it to activity at the fastest speed and the fastest time.

But they were still pulled by the atmosphere and gravity to charge towards the huge heretic ark, unable to turn the tide.

Following the light generated by the high temperature of the landing, the captain saw the cruel and beautiful world again before he died. In the dark clouds in the ship window, demons and monsters shuttled through it, but the captain saw the golden throne, where countless famous imperial heroes were waiting for him, and he laughed.

But a silver-haired woman flashed through his mind, she was Captain Han Xuan, she talked about expeditions, and unrealistic words, sticking to the bridge, calling other battleships of the empire sisters, the captain suddenly opened his eyes, because Bordello was also very young, she must not die...

When he listened to the roar of the ship, Bordello also woke up, the battleship's engine was fine, the powerful imperial creation could leave the atmosphere, they were saved!

"Pull up!"

He found that the crew had fainted due to G-force overload and was lying on the ground. It was better to say that he was the only one who was awake. He walked out of the command post and threw himself on the rudder as fast as possible, pulling with all his strength and old body.

"Ahhh! Empire! Emperor!"

A miracle happened. In the G-force East where no one could be awake, under that kind of pressure, the old captain used his intelligence will to pull the Bordello out of death. Without the help of the machine soul, without ...

The warship was frantically moving outside the atmosphere, completing an almost impossible turn. Such a huge thing used its own energy to escape gravity in the atmosphere. Is it possible...

The heretic troops stationed there that day also vaguely saw the warship being supported by a faint silver light, completing that crazy action...

Boldero returned to her ocean. In the void, the captain's nose and eyes were full of blood at this moment. The congestion made his head dizzy, and the communicator kept shouting.

"Captain, Captain, is there Marcato, how is my place?"

Marcato's tone was urgent. If Bordero encountered an accident, he would not be able to tell Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair where his comrades went!

He was also ashamed of the heroes of the empire!

But the communicator answered. "He is fine and has left the range of the heretic ark. Emperor bless, it is a miracle."

Marcato paused, and then he answered. 'Get ready, watch their victory, the heretics stop here, and there will be no change. "

He looked at the Ark in the distance, wantonly radiating his own power and terrible corruption, and his inner anger, sacrifice, victory, and honor were all aroused.

"125832, 234619, 88, shoot! Alien!"

The one-eyed man answered at this moment. "Why, Imperial Guard, I have everything, you have to give me more, understand?"

At this moment, Marcato's outer heart cooled down halfway. He knew that the aliens were unreliable, but he actually increased the stakes for the Empire at this moment? Aren't they satisfied with the asteroids built by the three forging worlds?

"My damn heretic! Alien! My bastard green skin, I should die, am I afraid of the lieutenant colonel?"

After listening to Marcato's curse, the one-eyed man laughed. "How can he, he is far away from me, how can he threaten me? ”

He has now completely escaped the control of the Imperial Guard. He also doesn’t believe that those staff officers and engineers can change anything. He has countless boys as his boss, how can he be enslaved by humans…

The one-eyed man suddenly felt a chill on his back. “Shoot, alien.” The voice was rough, and the bronze arms were thicker than the head. A shotgun bomb was pressed against the one-eyed man’s head. He looked back in disbelief. Is that a Catachan?

At this moment, all his guards were taken away. The Catachans took off their staff uniforms and wiped off their makeup. The greenskins were so blind to humans. They were not good at recognizing humans, and Alanbair also said that he preferred the soldiers of the Skadi Regiment, especially the Catachans, to protect themselves, but they would only choose the stormtroopers if they had more demanding tasks.

How can a normal staff control the orcs? The orcs are one foot taller, and the humans are ten feet taller!

The one-eyed man swallowed his saliva. “No, boss. "

He pressed the button and adjusted his position. He had never intended to destroy the Ark, but he wanted to increase his stakes. However, all his calculations failed. Boss Alanbair was more terrifying than he had imagined...

At this moment, the sharp volcanic cannon shrank like a magic needle, as if to break through the sky... and burst out towards the core of the Ark of Evil Omen!

I am an orc showing off again? (Catachan rolled up his sleeves)