Chapter 96 The Birth of a Legend

This huge tomb built for the orcs, just as Yarrick judged, also became a tomb for humans. The reports of casualties and the news of organizational erasures received from various fronts every day tortured Yarrick's heart. He felt like a cruel butcher, endlessly training those good people and then sending them to the hopeless and desperate battlefield.

The entire nest city was transformed into a huge fortress, successfully blocking the orcs' offensive, but this was not the end. The orcs suffered heavy losses in the city, so that they could no longer launch such a rapid attack for the second time. In order to prevent the orcs from wandering around in the complex nest city structure and threatening the middle and lower industrial areas, Yarrick and his men also launched several urban counterattacks.

In cooperation with the street fortresses that were still resisting and the snipers guerrilla in the streets and alleys, Hades' soldiers successfully drove out the orc army, and now they are building a defense line on the periphery of the nest city to resist the orcs' unplanned and small-scale daily attacks.

The middle and lower-level hives managed by Domisilon have already started material control and overtime production, but it is still difficult to meet the food needs of the huge population in the hives. This is the industrial world, this is the hive. Without the food supply from transport ships in other agricultural worlds, it is only a matter of time before the food is cut off.

But at least we still have these orcs in front of us to accompany us. At least after their corpses are thrown into the giant starch synthesizer, few people can eat what these things are. It is always good not to eat the corpses of our own people.

But the commissar of the empire cannot be weak. As the strongest backbone of the imperial army, Yarrick cannot fall down like this. If he shows a trace of fear and panic, then those untrained recruits will lose all their will to fight, and everything in Hades Hive will become another ridiculous farce.

Silently putting down the report, Yarrick was thinking and judging in the bunker. The subspace communication was still interrupted, with only meaningless garbled codes and noise, and occasionally an angry roar could be heard. The astropath responsible for contacting the Empire had his head exploded after hearing this roar. He had no choice but to slow down the frequency of calling the Empire. After all, there were not many astropaths in their place, and they had to use them sparingly anyway.

"Commissar! Commissar! It's bad!" A panicked soldier rushed to the door of the bunker, holding the cement-cured wall, gasping for breath.

"Calm down, soldier, I remember I taught you that panicking can't destroy the enemies of the Emperor."

Yarrick stood up and walked over. The soldier instinctively stood up and saluted. Yarrick put his hand on the soldier and carefully tidied up his dirty and wrinkled military uniform for him.

"Calm your breath and report again."

"Yes! Political Commissar." Seeing Yarrick's calm look, the soldier also calmed down, stood up as straight as possible, and reported the battle situation on the front line to Yarrick in a calm tone.

"A small group of orcs have passed through the defense line and are approaching the interior of the front. They can threaten the artillery position as long as they break through one line of defense. The inner defense line lacks heavy weapons and we can't stop them."

Yarrick patted the soldier on the shoulder, "In that case, let's go. Adjutant!"

"Yes, Commissar!"

"You will handle the information and reports here for the time being. Don't forget what I taught you."

"Yes! Commissar! For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor. Let Reid continue to support other fronts. I'm enough wherever I am."

Commissar Yarick, who had arranged the work, sat on a motorcycle sent to the soldier. This motorcycle was requisitioned from the gangs at the bottom of the nest. They are now in short supply of weapons and equipment. Everything must be used well. Even these motorcycles that look shabby and comparable to the orcs' vehicles have become reconnaissance units responsible for temporarily transmitting messages on the front line.

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Yarrick looked at the huge orc in front of him, and he was unsure. He knew that his body could not fight against such a behemoth, but he had to fight. For the victory of the Emperor, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his humble life.

Yarick had mastered a lot of orc language in the long punishment-style learning, but the accent of the guy in front of him was too heavy, and he could only understand the general meaning. He watched the huge orc drop his gun and called the boy beside him not to come up to interfere with him fighting with him.

For Yarick, this is good, at least he doesn't have to be attacked from both sides, and he doesn't have to worry about the magical accuracy of the guns in the hands of the orcs. These magical guns that can hit the east and the west are hard to defend against.

\Waaagh! \With a roar from the orc, he rushed towards Yarick, and Yarick also raised the mortal grenade gun in his hand and shot at Ughard.

These orcs only looked crude and clumsy, but their natural fighting instincts would help them react reasonably in an instant. The bigger and longer-lived orcs were, the stronger their instinctive reactions would be. He lowered his head instantly when charging, dodging Yarrick's first shot, and covered his body with his power claws to block the remaining explosives.

The interference from the guns had ended, and Yarrick raised the power sword in his hand and attacked Ughard.

This orc who has experienced many battles has surpassed the old instructor who taught Yarek in melee combat skills. He just turned sideways casually to avoid the attack, and used his claws to attack Yarek with his backhand. gram.

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If this attack hits, then Yarrick will be cut into large pieces under the huge claws, and the desire to win for the Emperor will also be in vain.

"Uh!" He dodged almost as fast as he could. The political commissar's coat and the protective breastplate on Yarick's chest were torn open by giant claws, and blood gushed out from the wounds that cut into the flesh and bone.

"Pain is just a lie of the body." Yarick supported his body, suppressed the pain in his chest, and shot Wu Guhad at an extremely close distance.

Just as his finger was about to press the trigger, Yarrick could no longer feel the sensation in his arm. The hand holding the gun had been clamped down by another rapid attack from Wu Guhad, which was cut off directly from the shoulder. The pain in his arm and the large amount of blood spurted out made Yarick weakly kneel on the ground, but he still held on to his body to ensure that he would not fall down cowardly.

"Hehe, this is too easy. When will you shameless shrimps understand that this stone ball belongs to us greenskins!!"

Wu Guhad laughed at the man in front of him. He didn't think these "stomach shockers" were very strong. He would definitely smash all the smart teeth when he went back to compensate for his mental losses.

Humiliation, what humiliation, Emperor, I have failed to live up to your expectations.

Yarrick could understand the orc's words, the disdain and arrogance in his words, his contempt for himself and his contempt for the Emperor. The anger and humiliation were so unbearable that he even felt that his severed arm no longer hurt.

"For the Emperor!"

Yarrick suddenly raised his head, stared at Wu Guhad with his angry eyes, and swung his sword towards his head.

This blow exceeded the limit of what Yaric could do. The blow was so fast that Wu Guhad's fighting instinct had no time to react in time, and his head was chopped off by Yaric's sword.

Wow! The other orc boys were stunned by the sudden counter-attack. They stood there and watched the angry Yarrick stand up and cut off the power claw of the boss Ebonhard, and his face was as dark as a ghost. rushed towards them.

"I'm so fucked up! Run!"

The morale of the orcs collapsed, and they ran towards the back one by one. These powerful barbarian warriors were indeed born war machines, but their morale was not as high as the soldiers imagined.

The best way for the Space Marines to attack the Orks is to find the location of their largest head, then bomb or airdrop it, and kill the Orc leader. Then these guys will flee in all directions because they have lost their strongest leader. In the following days, it fell apart and turned into countless small orc tribes attacking each other until the next truly awesome warlord appeared.

As for the orcs who followed Wu Guhad, their power surged due to Wu Guhad's unstoppability, because they thought that the boss was so fierce, how could they fish? But now their morale has collapsed due to the death of Wu Guhad. Even the biggest and most reckless Wu Guhad in the tribe was cut into pieces by "Shocking the Stomach". How can he win?

It's better to say what Zhong Mang said: "The orcs left here are not afraid of losing Waaagh! Fight."

Ryder and his Iron Fist squad, who had just arrived, also saw the heroic appearance of Political Commissar Yarick.

"Commissar Yarick is so fierce. He chases a group of orcs by himself. Let's go too!"

Yarick felt infinite power emerging from his body. He ran faster and faster, and slashed harder and harder. The fleeing orcs could only be chopped down by his own power sword in their pursuit, and they did not even dare to look back. Take a look at yourself.

"For the Emperor!" More and more soldiers saw the scene of their respected political commissar Yaric chasing and killing an entire orc army with one arm. With their morale boosted, they rushed out of the trench and fought with those who were still there. The orcs, who couldn't figure out the situation, fought together.

"Wori, why are these shrimps so powerful all of a sudden?"

The orcs were driven out of the trenches and the fortress system by the imperial soldiers. Another attack by the orcs failed, leaving corpses and various broken weapons on the ground and fled.

"Commissar! Commissar! We have repelled them!" Ryder ran to Commissar Yarick, who had stopped and was standing at the front of the line. He was surrounded by orcs who were killed with a single knife, and some orcs were even killed directly. It was cut in half, which made Ryder admire Alec in admiration.

"Huchihuchi. Ryder? I remember I didn't ask you to come over?"

"Aren't I worried about you? The front line has been stabilized. I hurried back."

"we won?"

Ryder looked at Yarrick's pale face and the wound that was still spurting blood. The excitement of victory disappeared in an instant, and he began to worry about Yarrick's physical condition.

Yarick felt his eyes getting darker and darker. He knew this was a symptom of excessive blood loss, and he felt a little sad. He wanted to pass out in luxury on this battlefield, escaping from his responsibilities.

"Emperor, forgive me"

The swaying body finally fell down, and Ryder quickly hugged him.

"Medic! Medic!!!"

Ryder's heart-rending roar became the last reverberation of the battle.