Chapter 463 Go Back and Report the News

The four giant shields were spliced ​​together and smashed down on the green shield.

The great mechanic sitting on the chair finally couldn't hold on. His strong body became weak and skinny. Even a breath from a fart spirit could make this once glorious great mechanic fall to the ground.

"I. I think it's no longer possible."

The great mechanic exhaled weakly, and then turned into a ball of ash and scattered on the chair.

The green shield finally disappeared, and the giant shield rushed into the orc fleet again, smashing everything unstoppably.

"My lord! We have to go! We have to go!"

The sailors on the Iron Warriors' ship were panicked. These mortals with professional knowledge of ship driving still had some status on the Iron Warriors' side.

Of course, only a little bit.

The Iron Warrior's war blacksmith pierced the chest of a screaming mortal with the claws behind his back, and then swallowed his body cleanly with something like a vacuum cleaner.

The crew members quieted down. They knew that their hope of surviving under the Iron Warriors was to stick to their posts, obey all orders, and not show any cowardice.

The Warsmith glanced around coldly and gave orders in a low, mechanical voice.

"This warship must be a legacy of the Golden Age, and according to detection, this ship has no defense except for the twelve giant shields around it, and there is no defensive army inside the ship."

"The inside must be humans left over from the Golden Age. Although the statue of the corpse king does look suspicious. But if we can seize the weakest moment of this warship and control it, then we will gain the power of the Destruction Mountain! We can attack Terra again! Destroy the empire!"

The voice of the Warsmith echoed in all the Iron Warriors' communicators. They have been dormant in that ghost place of the subspace for more than ten thousand years, just to destroy the empire that once enslaved them one day and establish a brand new country headed by the Iron Warriors.

Although the abacus was crackling, the Iron Warriors had to face many bitter problems.

The lack of lost weapons is fatal enough. No matter how many armies they have forged in the demon furnace of the warp, they can't change the fact that they are helpless against the Phalanx.

But if they can take advantage of the weak period when the ship cannot fire at full power and bring it into the warp for a good training and transformation, they can face the firepower of the Phalanx directly.

Just thinking about it makes me excited. Even if I can't destroy the empire, it's still a very profitable business to make the damn yellow-skinned idiot uncomfortable for a thousand years.

Hearing that there was no echo in the communicator, the war blacksmith decided to use some small threats to achieve his goal.

"Brother Osde. I need your men to leave a mark on the giant ship."

The voice of the war blacksmith was emotional, but everyone could hear the hypocrisy in it. He waved his hand to the crew, signaling them to start the warp engine and the demon prison.

"Ah. Sander Blacksmith"

The iron warrior called Osde just responded to Sander Blacksmith lightly, without expressing more attitude.

Privately, he waved to his men, signaling them to start the warp engine and the demon prison, ready to open the door and escape at any time.

"The orcs can no longer hold on, but I believe my father will be very interested in this ship."

"You are right, my father will be very interested."

"But we must leave a demon curse on the ship."

"Have you revealed your true intentions? Your wishful thinking has hit me in the face! Even if there are noise warriors in my room, I can hear the crackling sound of your abacus!"

"No, no, no! My dagger is still behind."

Shande Blacksmith said coldly, "I still remember that you failed to attack the yellow-skinned idiots in the Kodma galaxy, and lost many soldiers, but only caused the enemy to kill and injure a small team."

After a long silence, Shande Blacksmith knew that this was what Osde was most afraid of. The Iron Warriors could not fail, let alone lose to the yellow-skinned idiots.

"I was the one who covered up your failure. If I leaked this news, what would be the fate of you and your men? I don't need to remind you, right?"

Osted listened to the threat of the blacksmith Shande and began to think about what fate he would accept.

Being buried in the hell beast is only the best option. He will even become a part of the demon's womb, and his body will be used to sew up the thick outer skin of the womb.

But that being said, the hell beast is not a good choice.

The dreadnoughts built by the empire have to go through countless rigorous processes. Only the exquisite physical craftsmanship and the wonderful spiritual handwriting can make a dreadnought qualified to bear the honor of the wounded.

Even if the wounded inside the dreadnoughts are tortured every time they are started, compared with the hell beasts, they can at least be watched by mortals and other brothers with respect and piety.

But what about the hell beasts?

When Osted thought of the hell beasts, his body trembled all over.

Those monsters wrapped in squirming flesh and blood and cast in the shell of the evil iron of the warp are nightmare constructs. Under the deadly and evil weapons of the shell, it is the deep and disgusting uterus of the hell beast.

The parasitic prosthesis will provide the space marines in the living coffin with perception, but this close connection also amplifies their pain many times.

No matter how brave you are before being buried in the hell beast, you will be tortured and crazy after entering.

All the Hellbeast pilots were crazy. They didn't distinguish between friends and enemies, nor did they distinguish between the battle situation. They only wanted to torture others with weapons to get some twisted comfort.

Just like the blacksmith of the Dark Star Forge, Galarox said, "Pure, burning hatred is the most powerful weapon in this sad galaxy. This is why we will definitely defeat the Empire. Our hatred is beyond their reach."

"I would rather die in battle than be buried in a Hellbeast or become the outer skin of the womb." Osde thought so in his heart, but he couldn't be so passive in front of the blacksmith Shande.

"My people can't just give you military merits in vain. You must pay a price!"

"I will say a few good words for you in front of my father."

"This is not worthy of being a price at all!"

"It's worthy! My father will recognize you! My father will feel a little joy for your sacrifice and dedication! He will engrave your names in his laboratory! Isn't this what we want! To be recognized by my father!"

Fan work: triple plasma cannon, it's scary to think about it