Chapter 188 When He Jumped in, the Alien Was Doomed to Fail

For Alanbair, that boarding was the biggest arrogance of those aliens, challenging the most powerful force of the Imperial Guard.

"Staff, can you confirm the landing site?"

The staff replied. "It is expected to be in the power room."

Alanbair cursed. "Can they come there? Tell the privates to open fire and force them to the hangar."

The staff shouted. "Private, fire from the west and make them change direction!"

The voice from the communicator made the boy who was on the battlefield for the first time even more anxious. Not to mention that he had not been trained on how to use the Empire's standard template close-range anti-aircraft automatic cannon, he had to intercept the high-speed forward orc torpedo ship for the first time.

"Fire control... aiming... ammunition..."

"Damn it! Where's the ornament?"

Sweat slid down his uniform. It was not the situation of Skadi Ruming. He had to work alone. The infantry regiment of 10,000 people was too small, and there were too few special positions. Due to the constraints of the Holy Code, the cooperation between the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Land Forces was not bad, but it could be said that there was no cooperation at all.

It was not to ensure the damn order speed, which often led to the Skadi regiment that was required to carry out various special operations being used by several people every day.

You can rest assured that your own talents are not only the sorrow of Skadi Ruming, but also the sorrow of the Empire. The urgent voices coming from the communicator forced the private to press the firing button.

Da Da Da, normal firing, even good accuracy, so that it instantly penetrated two torpedo boats. Because of the simple structure of the orcs and the burning of the engine, the narrow place instantly exploded and turned into fireworks.

The defensive columns outside the warship also prevented the orcs from approaching their original destination, and turned to the hangar that the Skadi people were looking forward to, but why did Alanbair choose there? The reason is also very simple. As one of the flagships, Bordello is not excellent in weapons and equipment in Coco, but its advantage is not actually the denial of force.

When the orcs' tattered heavy metal stage smashed into the vast and wide equipment, the equipment with huge drills at the front end hummed and roared, drilling through the fine gold wall, and sparks flew everywhere. After the roar of gears and restless mechanical engines, the front end of the drill opened.

The originally bright light of the promethium lamp illuminated the quiet place, and a large number of vehicles were wrapped in oilcloth to reduce the consumption of their maintenance needs.

But those orcs, with their impetuous bodies and messy weapons, roaring heavy metal or other annoying things, slowly came. They walked eastward vehicles, panting, clamoring, noisy, annoying and deadly.

Hospitality has always been one of the traditions of the Skadi people, and the same is true for treating uninvited guests. Among the mechanical souls sleeping in the hangar, some machines do not have a dark side, such as the honor of the 113th Regiment of Furaxia, the Imperial Blade!

The huge Emperor's poison blade, boom! Explosion, collapse, destruction, the power of the acceleration cannon and the main rocket launcher instantly wiped out the invading forces, but two main guns were not enough to destroy those greenskins. More and more torpedo ships smashed into the body of the Bordello. Will those blasphemous alien things become the nightmare of the Imperial Guard...?

The large-caliber storm bombs whistled, and the hot melt burst. The nightmare will never be built on the weapons. It will only appear when the power is insufficient. Those greenskins think they are terrible, but the Skadi people who face countless enemies think they are very cruel.

The giant Titan Knight rose from the ground. The lieutenant had been lying there for a long time. The war soul that once worked for the citizens of the Empire is now noisy!

Shooting, shooting, screaming, death, continuous, the lieutenant operated the machine to continue to attack, exterminate, the imperials wished that all the greenskins were exterminated, no matter when!

Hatred, hatred guided the fragmented and dying empire to swing the blade at all its enemies, all the time, every moment, every second...

Human history has experienced too much, those hatreds are entrenched in bombs and chainsaws, and sprinkled on the orcs, killing, killing, killing.

"Heretics, aliens! Aliens!"

"Kill those greenskins! For the Emperor!"

"For the Empire!"

In the call, there are still heretics who comment that the human empire of that era has fallen into hopeless racism, but Alan Baier saw that at this moment, the Skadi people, regardless of skin color, race, name, whether they were Asians in ancient Terra, whether they were Europeans, Africans, or Americans with brown and red skin, were working hard for the emperor's goal, such as all living humans, roaring to regain the galaxy that belongs to mankind.

Regardless of race, nationality, writing, or culture, they will gather together as long as they ask for the Emperor, and people often say that the Empire is hopeless.

Whether the universe is hopeless or not, it is not that humanity is hopeless. At the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization in that dark universe, people have overcome the barriers of race, culture, writing, language, faith, history, and religion, and come together to vent their anger on the enemies of humanity.

Just like that, they want... they want to seize their own honor and glory, their own galaxy or universe. If it is clear, is it paranoid madness?

Even the poor nest city residents who do not know the long and great history of the Red Humanity know that they shot at the aliens only when they were alive. That kind of hatred is deep in their bones and was buried in them when they betrayed 20,000 years ago. Iron Man, Alien, Heretic, they all deserve to die, betrayers, they are all betrayers.

The universe is dark and terrifying, deep and boundless. If only I had seen the sharp teeth of the void, then I would never care about the color of my compatriots, what food they eat, or what they like.

Just ask him to believe in humanity and the Emperor, and that will be enough!

"Launch, launch, break flesh and blood, destroy armor!" Zaiwei roared.

The Skadi people asked them to let the tissues of the green-skinned aliens permeate the air, and then be inhaled, digested, and discharged, which would be their best solution.

Blood filled the area, and the entire hangar was wet with the alien blood. Broken meat and craters were everywhere. Skadi's soldiers and Falakxia compatriots relished the pleasure of cleaning the green-skinned corpses with flames.

But not all the greenskins in that dark void acted in accordance with the Imperial Guard's wishes. Alan Bair had been paying attention to the movements of the torpedo boats, from scanning and dividing, most of the orcs entered the hangar, to when he noticed his prey start.

"Well, staff, look at it." He pointed at what the monitor was locking on, whether the station...

Well, the red one has a lot of metal and additional modifications. Does it have a speaker? Is that empty? ! The chief of staff looked unhappy. "What is that?"

The Empire is in a constant state of consumption and urgency. In the eyes of the staff of the Imperial Guard, whether the transformation of the Orks is serious enough to be a waste that can be shot, and that thing is obviously not a normal Orc torpedo ship.

"It's approaching the command area, and it's bigger. Is it the war boss's walking horse?"

Alan Bair nodded. "That's right, we won't go to support the armory, they will go to the bridge!"

The elites who still exist in Skadi are like sharp knives moving forward, and their mousemen can stay in the kitchen to prepare dinner for their hard-working brothers, because although the astropaths and navigators look "gentle" , The Invisible One is destined to be a fuel-efficient lamp. When he steps into the bridge, the Invisible One's ability is enough to make the two cores that maintain the operation of the battleship send out magical lightning or flames crazily.

He boiled his efforts, and while the bridge was there, the orc invasion came later, and the bridge was firing, and the captain watched the auspicious light flashing.

"The enemy actually attacked there?!"

The bridge not only has huge firepower and a thickened deck with collision-proof equipment, it must be impossible, but the orcs have always liked to think of the impossible as impossible. When the red torpedo boat dodges countless strafes, then Hitting the bridge, the elites of the Imperial Navy felt their heads buzzing.

This is not the case for those almost impossible situations. Those orcs are crashing into the bridge crazily. The adamantine and blades on the thick thickened deck are not vegetarian, and the torpedo ship cannot survive continuously.

Two tattered melta guns protruded from the front of the drill. Normally, it would be difficult to melt thick armor shields in space with melta of that intensity, but Ork technology always gave the Astra Militarum all kinds of unexpected surprises.

Hissing, buzzing, the drilling equipment made the battleship deck reveal a hint of red, which was unpleasant, but the loyal gold of the empire actually made a mournful sound in response. The captain showed a heartbroken and unhappy expression, and the orc's penetration also come behind.

"Damn alien!" The first mate took out his finely crafted explosive leg gun and shot at the orc's protruding drill. The torpedo ship didn't fare too well either. It couldn't break through the thick metal, and the hot melt inside even caused the drill to break. Both the ship and the ship were damaged, the external systems seemed to lack overheating capabilities, and the entire ship was glowing a shocking red.

The first mate's bullet grazed the thick metal of the orc's skin as he stepped out of the torpedo ship, and then created sparks of metal. For the orc, the angry shooting of the elite of the Imperial Navy was just a joke.

The war leader looked at the frightened Imperial Navy with a smile. At least he thought so. Do all the humans he saw fear death? At least this had always been the case in his short war career. He had never seen those who were killed. The bosses of my tribe have emphasized this canned thing countless times, and now I have seen it when I joined the Red Pirates, but that's all.

He even killed one himself, and although he was denied the bounty, he still felt it was not a good thing, at least not as intense as the war when he got Ruming's position.

"Xiamies, good month, I'm here to kill you!" The restless heavy metal drums and the wailing cheers of the orcs were mixed together. At the command point of the battleship, the bridge, which represents the empire's absolute rationality, with Wild plays messy ballads.

But soon, the boss noticed that the imperial heroes there didn't care at all about his greatness and power, so he raised his weapons indifferently and fired a volley.

After all, not only have the Imperial Navy there seen strong winds and waves, they have only been able to travel through less than half of the Emperor's Limit Star Territory. For them, meeting the orcs is nothing, compared to the countless monsters and fantasy in the infinite void. The scenery is almost incomparable.

The war leader stood up to the hail of bullets and shouted to the imperial navy. "Are we afraid of me?!"

The captain was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Do you have any melta leg grenades?"

The first mate took out a small weapon of strong destruction. As for the captain, he would rather let the Bordero be injured than have the aliens pollute her exterior, so he had no choice but to do this.

The Imperial Navy is not as martially virtuous and the collective firepower is strong. The members there are not warriors. Although Coco is not proficient in combat, he is not afraid.

"No Emperor, Alien!" The captain threw the hot melt, which would melt the adamantium and damage his own warship, but compared to the invasion of the orcs, the wound became worthless.

Such tactics and firepower mixed with bravery are very much a bonus to the equipment level of the Imperial Navy Command. The people there are all Imperial elites, and at worst they have explosive weapons. The higher-end ones have electromagnetic flintlocks and uranium-burning flintlocks, which are "toys" that the Imperial nobles like.

Although the actual combat effect is not good, it is powerful and can instantly defeat armor that is thick enough. It is also easier to hit in the narrow distance of the bridge.

"Damn shrimp..." The orc boss could not deny that his rhythm was disrupted. The flintlock penetrated his shoulder armor, blood overflowed, and the hot melt explosion made the terrain worse. The orc boy was violently thrown out of the tellurium adamantium bunker.

His breath became chaotic, his huge body, well, more angry than painful, because of the shrimp that made him so unbearable, he stepped on his speakers and crushed the big baby made of scrap metal.

"Come and see his big baby!" Dirty gun, super big gun, rifle with powerful gravity ray imitating the dark age of mankind, not Space Marine, not Terminator armor, or Lemanus, just hit the driver, they will be crushed into minced meat by the increased gravity!

That strange weapon painted red with a terrible strange core, twisted teeth and fangs make it difficult to distinguish anything except the muzzle, or his solo guitar!

Zizi, hum, roar, fire! The core of the whisper emitted a strange dark green light and burst towards the captain...

And that kind of power, just brushing the battleship's command platform, made the metal on the platform dent. If it touched a person, it would instantly be bloody...

And the ray kept moving forward, like a deadly torrent, and the captain was indeed old. He had taken away countless enemies and did not regret his life. He raised his weapon and wanted to let the alien take away another piece of his rotten meat.

But the Emperor needed him, the Skadi needed him, the Bordello needed him, or Alanbair needed him. Before death came, the small black hole pulled out by the gravitational ray twisted and pulled the gravity of the orcs, causing them to stir up a storm in the narrow space outside the battleship, and documents and various small things flew everywhere...

And the instigator of that incident, Alanbair raised his pistol. "Boy, why don't I fight with guys who are about my age?"

If humans continue to dwell on race, sexual orientation, and ideology, they will initially become one of the countless "aliens" without even a name that will be destroyed by the "Empire".