Chapter 189: The End of the Vanguard War, the Desperate Situation

Orcs and humans stared at each other for a long time, like wild animals that were wary of seeing another beast. Perhaps in the eyes of orcs, the Skadi were more like monsters than humans, or some other green-skinned tribe.

Weapons were held against each other, tit for tat, dragon and tiger. Since the Skadi stood up for the emperor, their souls were destined to be entangled with those orcs, chaotic, but full of meaning.

When the craziest killing war in that universe also became the meaning of civilization, the Chaos Gods were also happy. They drew swords, guns, weapons, blades, firearms, and many other things were researched for this purpose.

Countless civilizations in that universe clearly needed war and killing. Even war giants thousands of meters long were things that made that happen. The stage of the battle field, those weapons that could melt refined gold and tear apart iron blocks were just weapons that evolved from the struggle for tens of thousands of years.

It was no different from the knights who raised their weapons and confronted each other in the medieval castle, except that their weapons were replaced by power sickles, chainsaw axes, crossbows and throwing knives, and became bolt guns, gravity guns and many other things.

The fighting spirit became more and more intense and even crazier in the development of tens of thousands of years. Ailanbaier was driven by those things to raise his weapons, hide in the cover of the corridor of the warship, and shoot at the enemy.

The orcs had to accept the shooting from both sides, the counterattack of the loyalists and those more unpleasant things.

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

The gravity gun was fired, ready to kill a few unlucky soldiers. The boss shot accurately, but his shooting was specially taken care of by Ailanbaier. When his shooting was "reconciled" again and again, his anger made him a little difficult to understand how the shrimp behind him did it.

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

"I'm not going to shoot anymore. Fight me, damn it!" He couldn't help but curse, using vulgar low Gothic to answer his invitation to a duel, but a very deadly heat ray, which was also very deadly to his thick armor.

Melting his armor, penetrating his flesh, burning his body, if it was an ordinary flesh and blood body, I'm afraid it would burst in an instant.

"Thick skin and flesh." The sergeant who fired that shot, the Catachan sergeant accurately evaluated this point, and everyone knew that this was one of the few characteristics of the orcs. Apart from that, they probably had barbarism!

"Be alert, don't think too much, those aliens will die quickly, be prepared to take turns shooting, they have suffered losses." The staff officer calmly made various plans, but Alan Baier took out his gravity gun, whoosh, whoosh, the strong force pulled the orcs behind the bunker, making those guys burst into the gun.

The Skadi veterans fired in unison, with heat rays, beam carbines, and colorful songs of death. The orc boss watched his armored boys become fewer and fewer, and his face was alert and distorted.

"Ah!" He fired, fiercely, and the gravity molecules were distorted, but so what, that time Alan Baier directly shot his gravity ray into his gun muzzle.

"Boy, don't ask to make my dirty gun so big, be careful in your life!" He commented arrogantly, and he should comment so. There is no better gun leg than him among the hundreds of millions of people in that star region, and even if there is, it is probably not human.

Except for him, no one can treat an orc so arrogantly, especially the orc leader, and his advice is naturally unpleasant.

After the gravity gun in his leg emitted a strange color and buzzing sound, the orc boss's superhuman reaction ability instantly threw the 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 orcs' equipment was a part of its design, but now the uncontrollability has become a serious problem. Compared with the reliability of the Empire's equipment, the orcs' weapons are completely bombs.

Even if the equipment has been several meters away, the strong explosion will cause the source of vibrations to tear almost half of his body away. The blood fell to the ground with a slapping sound. The filthy and disgusting things mixed with the tissues of several guys around him and his entire right leg...

"Asshole..." The boss was angry. He raised his weapon and rushed to the wrong side with his armored body. The dopamine secreted by his body made his huge body resist the explosion beam and move forward. The anger made the experienced captain feel heartbroken.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" He warned Alanbair, but he soon realized that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him did not dodge, but still fired calmly. Whoosh, whoosh, the heat rays made holes in the orc boss's body. The emperor's anger penetrated the orc's body and hit the core of his body, that is, his heart.

The orc rushed to the imperial officer, those anger splashed, with the green blood overflowing from his wounds, but the answer to him was Alanbair's action of stretching out his legs.

"Enough, fall down." He exerted force on his legs and arms, and the power sickle in his legs exerted force. Bang, s... The sound of coarse fibers that made people's teeth ache and cracked with the sound of steel rotting, continued. He did not drive the destruction stance, but used the strength and power of the whole material to tear out the orc's heart.

That action represented that Alanbair had a very high understanding of the orc's body. He even knew how to accurately grasp the heart of a three-meter-tall orc, and it also represented that his strength seemed to have grown slightly.

The muscles of his legs and arms were bulging, and he looked thin, but the explosive power made the orc leader's chest hurt. That huge, arrogant figure looked at Alan Bair, an ordinary man who was not very tall, only about 1.8 meters tall. You can feel that your body has lost the ability 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, with scarlet body fluid spraying from the blood vessels inside, and happily Breathing the air.

Vitality, extremely vitality, and the orc boss who lost the vitality organ felt dizzy, insufficient supply, oxygen, nutrition, suffocation and weakness made him feel like he was back when he was just born, small and shriveled of that period.

Alan Bair's small body now raised its bright red legs and arms to grab the decoration of the orc leader and pulled it hard.

boom!

The whole huge body was kneeling on the ground, and his bleary eyes looked at the Imperial Guard officer who was kneeling on the ground and was the same height as him, full of confusion and fatigue.

"Goodbye, orcs."

boom!

The projectiles and penetrations accurately hit the orc's brain, and what was originally a ball of paste dissipated, turning into red and spreading all over the deck. The orc boss and orc pirate who had once been the nightmare of billions of human civilizations, had once The monster that caused the death of countless loyal people is nothing more than a weak loser at this moment.

He wiped the blood with his clothes, and the stinky stuff stained the uniform of the imperial officer. He fired guns at the boy in Zangdong, leaving holes, filth, and blood. But Alan Bair just picked up the command tool on the chest of the orc leader. Communicator, open that thing skillfully.

"Hey? Are you an orc? Our boss is dead. He was killed by humans. Our invasion force is also destroyed. If we come from the east, are we prepared to die? No one knows. Where to fight each other, casually, but no.”

Alan Bayer looked at the time display on the battleship, and it was blurry. "If you don't leave that space for five minutes, everyone will die for him." He put down the communicator, crushed the alien creation, and ended the opening song of that war.

That means begging or ordering. When those few words were transmitted from the communicator to the orc warship, the orcs in the communication channel were all confused.

When the orc first realized that he could be the boss, he commanded his warship to fire cannons at the flagship, and a chain reaction occurred in the east. The whole orc was in order, or could barely be regarded as in order. The battleship group instantly turned into a colosseum.

The Imperial Guard withdrew at the juncture of the war. The orcs had no overall perspective. To be precise, most of the orcs did not. For them, they did not know the definition of the war and the invasion.

In their eyes, there are three points of killing and plundering. Who is the boss? When one of the three points is unstable, the orcs will turn into the most advanced primitive tribe and use those sophisticated and rough equipment to carry out the most primitive task in the universe. Power grabbing methods, violence.

Whether the curtain created by the orcs biting each other serves as a buffer zone for the Imperial Guard, those things are now indistinguishable from enemy to enemy, good from bad is unclear, and the pace of the Red Corsairs has been slowed down by the huge chaos that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.

That victory was so beautiful that the Imperial Navy lost dozens of destroyer classes, in exchange for the loss of hundreds of enemy battleships. The war on the front will not be so easy.

The navy wiped the deck, and the command headquarters kept reporting good news. The wind of victory was tilting against the Imperial Guard, but in the huge void, the rows of enemies did not stop.

Even if the battle loss ratio is 1/10 compared to the mercenary troops of the Red Pirates, it doesn't feel bad, and there is no so-called morale loss. Originally, Yi Xing did not use money to do things, but now it is not only a waste of the Imperial Guard's manpower, but also very unnecessary. Paid.

On the other hand, the loss of ten destroyers is a large scale battleship that can only be replenished by decades of continuous construction for the empire. Not to mention the tens of thousands of loyalists, even the destroyers still have liquid base.

Moreover, the warships of the Imperial Navy are not the highest level masterpieces of the Empire except for those black technologies. They are different from those metal engines that the orcs can build in a few months and enter the void like dumplings.

But even if they only eliminated a few mercenaries, the Imperial Navy's channel wanted to magnify the incident without limit to boost the morale of the troops. The scene of the orcs fighting each other also became a strange scenery.

The Bordero was docked for maintenance due to damage. Interestingly, the Iron Gate is the home of many imperial adventurers and explorers, because that location is close to the edge of the star field. During the subspace storm, the Imperial Guard A huge bounty is offered for exploring the temporary paths that exist within the Warp Storm.

Coupled with the false fortune-telling experience of a traitorous Rogue Trader, many Imperial Guardsmen needed civilian cargo transportation to provide supplies, and more and more ordinary people settled on the asteroid full of stories.

And whether they can bear part of the protection of the Imperial Navy, although it is useless, is better than nothing. Those desperadoes are not soldiers, they need entertainment, and taverns and residential areas have been built one after another.

Just like the emergence of the famous city of San Francisco in the Ancient Terra era, some people were digging for gold, while others were selling shovels and opening hotels. Although no one of the madmen who went to explore subspace came back, that place had become a small trading port.

In just one year, everything turned upside down. Alan Bayer walked into a simple tavern, with a small neon sign in a narrow place, which was the few rest and recreation he had after becoming a shipowner.

He was wearing a windbreaker to cover his military uniform. He smelled the smell of alcohol and the chaotic people had the air of a desperado. "Have some snake wine, and add it to Parasin, Goro Steak, and an Empire Times."

The boss is a middle-aged man, his legs and arms have been completely replaced by machines, and there are wounds on his cheeks. Who knows what he has been through, and Alan Bayer is obviously not here for the first time.

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

Alan Bair took a sip. "Isn't he about the same age?"

The boss replied. "We have different temperaments. I should be about the same age as him. At least he can feel it after chatting with me."

Suddenly, the boss's legs and arms began to twitch. "Sorry, it's the same old habit."

Alan Bair did not answer, because it seemed that the two people were chatting, but in fact the boss was using his prosthetic body to perform concise Catachan leg language. The leg language could not express many things, but it could also be roughly Understand many things.

Alan Bayer started eating after watching the "performance". He seemed to be like an ordinary guest, so he asked worriedly. "Is it necessary to protect the machine soul?"

After returning to the east, he began to deal with the current situation. First, the Astra Militarum, or the Inquisition, used his "legs" to "incite" a companion of the Ronin.

Brainwashing, potions, all kinds of things, even Coco didn't arrange to invite him to tea on unfounded charges, just to let the assassins crawl through the window of the traitor's manor.

The power of a huge empire cannot be underestimated, let alone an empire without an eastern limit.

The information available is disappointing. The currently invading Red Pirates are only 30% of the total fleet. The world called Mahadrea, the entire Pangia sub-sector and the Maelstrom are outside the control of the Black Heart King. .

A huge army, a steady stream of supplies, and countless execution capabilities of the Victory Empire. If the Black Heart King's only weakness is that he has himself at the center of his power structure, so many armies rely on semi-mercenary and semi-affiliated forces. Those who have a way to collect the east will listen to the instructions but not the propaganda, so they can act in batches.

But even so, its scale is not extremely large. The scale of the traitors gathered by relying on Huron's power is unprecedented. The main reason is that after entering the subspace, he took away many of the subordinates who belonged to the Black Legion...

He is not picky about food, and he will accept all the attendants that Abaddon can't see, and will give him the military strength to match his ability! Just that one thing can make many people excited. There is a very uncertain time issue in subspace. God knows how long the Red Pirates have been operating in subspace.

A year outside may be a hundred years inside!

It can be said that he is a real dictator who spans hundreds of thousands of light years. Alan Bayer drank the snake wild wine and felt that this thing was particularly cool.