Chapter 108 Ambush the Orcs/Explore the Abandoned Ship

Chapter 108 Ambush the Orcs Exploring the Hulk

"We and the Gaof boy have been hacking each other since we were on that ship. I remember that there were a lot of cans of shrimps at that time, but now they are basically gone." At the Orc Tribe Center outside the hulk. In a regional but relatively remote place, a Snakebite boss is introducing the history of their honor to his boys.

A board is engraved with the words "fight, die, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, have a very disorderly and messy vocabulary to drive the desire of the new boys to fight."

"But no, our time of hacking each other will be over soon. Our boss has studied the super TMNB jump, and we can kill all our mortal enemies right now."

The boss said that the crowd was furious, and he roughly pinched the knife in his leg with his fingers. Due to the subspace outside the hulk, they must keep the orc tribe stationed at all times, such as the newly born boys, and the new boys need someone to take care of them. .

He was such an unlucky guy. The more he looked at those cheerful little orcs, he felt angry. Of course, don’t get me wrong, the orcs were already as big as an adult human male.

But compared to a trainer from the Snakebite clan, they were much inferior. In addition, the lack of food all the year round in that ruined ship made them even smaller. They were not in the mood to listen to the lectures at all, so they just grabbed the farts that were as thick as their legs and arms next to them. I want to eat those little things in one bite to replenish my energy.

"Boy, what am I doing?" The huge animal control sign hit the orc's head. After wailing in agony, the Goat hid behind the old orc urgently.

"My bastard, bad boy, bad orc, and fart are not war resources. If the war leader finds out, he will eat me!" The old orc yelled, but in that strange place, the orcs are actually better than other people. The orcs in the normal world are more united, even... ruthless?

The boy asked the boss, covering his head. "Boss, why are we asking for the ship so much? Why don't we leave that place?"

The old orc wiped the iron plate and carved the story of generations of orcs on it, although no orc could read it. "Stupid boy, that hulk is the foundation of our waaaagh. It has food, guns, and materials. It can automatically go to places full of shrimps or other things."

"Even if that universe is destroyed by a stupid sneeze, I won't leave there."

The boy replied. "Boss, what if someone attacks their place?"

said the old orc. "No, without intelligence, it's easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if it weren't, the Blood Ax boys wouldn't be able to get in. Let's not talk about why Xiami doesn't know why the road in the bad ship keeps changing. Let's talk about our trap. It’s not as good as ordinary shrimp.”

the boy asked. "Boss, what about canned shrimp?"

The old orc laughed. "Canned? Hahaha, canned... canned?"

He frowned, as if he thought of something. "It seems that the Buxiong Futou guys have indeed passed by. I have to check the defenses and follow them, boys."

Could it be the innate intuition of the orcs, or the protection of Brother Mao? When he realized that it was not bad, he suddenly realized that he did not go to the battlefield to participate in the battle, maybe it would be greater fun.

But obviously, he overestimated himself. Walking in the narrow scrap ship road, it was obviously not a passage for warships, but the gap created by the two ships being pressed together. It is difficult to imagine that it was filled with scrap iron walls. A place where life can live.

Even though the Genestealers had to be dormant to maintain their activity, the Greenskins were still thriving there, but the long period of time made them overestimate themselves.

Although the boss still felt something good, there was a damn strange flow of air around the corner in front.

Having lived there for so long, he naturally felt good. The space there seemed stable and... deadly.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to warn the boys, a violent impact swept over him. The Astartes' shoulder armor hit him at a speed that even the orcs could not react to. The orcs needed the lumen ball to protect their vision, but it was wrong. It is completely unnecessary for Superman's Astartes.

The soldier smashed the orc's head and trampled on the light source that fell to the ground. There was the flash of explosive bombs in the darkness. Just a few seconds later, the light rose again, replacing the light carried by the Imperial Guard.

Alan Bair lowered his head and looked at the remains of the orcs. All of them were killed by headshots, which reminded him of bad war memories.

The Space Marines moved forward without saying a word, knowing that they should stay there and let the Imperial Guard clean up the Ork corpses, and they needed to protect the safety of the Imperium of Man.

Alan Bair asked Leg Dong to clean the place with a flamethrower, and continued forward with a few elites. They soon came to the orc nursery, where the messy waste and messy orc writing made the Space Marines prepare to clean up the alien creations.

It was obviously a classroom there. Although there were no benches or anything like that, the smell of the orcs and the dark cold outside of the battleship were all consuming the energy all the time. When he exhaled a breath of mist, Alan Bair's leg fingers brushed against the iron of the orc education boy. plate.

But Alan Beyer said. "He has fought with orcs, and he understands the orc language." But whether he actually used the shooting assistance system to translate, orcs already existed in the golden age of mankind, and the text has been almost deciphered.

He looked at the metal plate and analyzed it calmly. "The war has begun. There are the outer tribes of the Snakebite clan. Their infiltration went smoothly."

"At present, the orcs are short of manpower. If they have time, they can clear the orcs there and then place bombs to destroy their nests, but the orcs' war machines should not be in their nests, and the war leaders are also..."

The sergeant of the Destruction Eagle was blunt. "The strategic value has been greatly reduced. Although the intelligence you got is very useful, it seems that luck is not on their side."

Alan Baier retorted. "The Catachans in his team are trap experts. If they are willing to wait and see, then that matter is not without value. I just don't know how long the orcs will fight, and whether staying there will be a burden for their spiritualists."

"Staff, how long can the spiritualists hold out?"

The staff replied. "There are about 300 people in their team. If they reduce the interference range of the spiritualists and huddle together without moving, they can probably hold out for five days. They also brought a week's worth of food and water. You can try an ambush."

The sergeant of the Destruction Eagle wiped the blood on his shoulder armor. "Then let's ambush."

That incident was harmless to the Space Marines. There was once a regiment surrounded by cultists in a space station, but they were not killed or defeated, but fell into a long tug-of-war. For hundreds of years, the mortal cultists established new sects, split, gathered, and continued their descendants. Even those Space Marines became part of the new myth.

The battle lasted until the nearby starry sky was dug up clean, the cultists ran out of ammunition and food, and the Space Marines ended the battle that lasted for hundreds of years.

The perfect war machine created by the Empire can maintain high-speed operation for decades without food or water. It is extremely resistant to the harsh environment for mortals, and even the deadly subspace influence for mortals, the Space Marines can also have quite strong resistance.

It can be said that even without the help of the Imperial Guard, they may stumble, but they will never fail, even under the influence of the terrifying battleship machine soul.

On the contrary, the cold temperature outside the warship requires mortals to consume a lot of food every day to maintain their physical strength. The spirits also have a lot of burdens. The indifferent spirits cover the space to maintain the stability of the space. For example, Alanbaier regretted that he should have captured the orcs.

But the physical position of the orcs who did not fight would also dissipate, and in the end it would just be a waste of food.

In any case, the next things would be long and troublesome. The Catachans rushed around, setting traps and bombs on the roads provided by the Blood Axe Orcs, and the Imperial Guards were building bunkers.

In the eyes of the Astartes, such things were just children playing games. That attitude made Alanbaier dissatisfied, but there was no way to refute it.

The war of mortals was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the demigods, so it was inevitable that they were so arrogant, but the Skadi Fourth Regiment had killed gods, and the veterans outside the regiment were also arrogant?

If they were not shut up because of the respect for the Emperor, maybe the group of martial arts-filled tough men in the Empire would start fighting there.

For Alanbair, there is one thing that is more important than war, that is, to recover the relics outside the warship. He has an auxiliary system to help him. For him, there are many places that the orcs cannot open. There are countless treasures inside the ship wrapped by the creations of the Dark Age.

He wants to be a lieutenant of tomb raiders, so his actions cannot be followed by the spirits. After all, they are not members of the Imperial Guard, which means that he has to face the malice in the machine soul of the warship.

"Staff, he went to a hidden place in the toilet. I'm fine. Don't let them fight." He found a lame excuse. After all, the opportunity to come to the outside of the abandoned ship is rare. Although the staff felt good, he would not stop it.

"Come back early, don't you need the spirits to follow you?"

"I'm a bitch, right?" Alanbair cursed. Of course, the staff could see it. If he really went to the toilet, it would be a ghost.

He did not pretend, and swaggered away from the team, dodging and evading when entering the outside of the wreck. Whether it was Ryan or the Space Marine, they all felt it sensitively, but they also knew that if the other party did not say it, it meant that the matter was not an official action.

Although such dereliction of duty should not be tolerated in combat, as the highest commander there, he had privileges, and as Space Marines, they felt that they did not need the help of mortals.

When they came to the outside of the warship, the cold breath there made people uncomfortable. Without the protection of the psychic, the lumens in the legs flashed at the waist, illuminating the twisting road.

Ailanbaier took out the silk thread and tied it to the metal protrusion at the edge of the station. He stretched out the thread and moved forward to ensure his mark.

When entering the ancient warship of mankind, there was no trace of time in the place with a history of 20,000 years. Those things were preserved in the subspace as if they had been preserved for a hundred years.

The strange alloy similar to the titanium family is thin and beautiful. The exterior of the warship is simpler and more technological than the Gothic style of the Empire. There are many electronic panels and different empires. There are so many circuit structures that Alanbair can't tell how to operate those things.

The door of the ship was opened by the greenskins long ago. There are traces of dismantling everywhere, but the greenskins don't live there. The gathering place of the greenskins is usually in the rough gap between two ships welded together by the subspace in the wreck. It is relatively hidden and convenient to collect items.

The exterior of the warship, which looks like the future research institute in the story of the last month, is also abruptly filled with greenskins' sundries, as if a group of people in Mad Max ran into the future.

The twisted and grotesque things in the corridor appeared there, just like the monsters that appeared in the subspace after Geller's position became indifferent. The scary things had almost uncertain postures and kept twitching. The human-like faces made people feel the uncanny valley effect.

Some seemed to be wearing yellow raincoats, with snow-red skin and faces that looked like living people, but they were not human at all. Some of them twitched, like a game with a bug, and kept twisting.

But Alan Baier, who had seen countless monsters, stepped on the thing on the ground with one foot, took out his pistol and fired fiercely to scatter those messy things. This was not the real universe, and they were nothing, not even demons.

He was a lieutenant colonel of the Imperial Guard of the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Hammer that protected trillions of people. Even without the protection of soldiers, he was definitely not a coward. How could he be scared by those third-rate horror game supporting roles?

Alan Baier exhaled a breath of cold air. "That place is so damn cold. How do those greenskins live there?" He groped for the narrow road outside the ship. Although it can allow Astartes to pass through, it is definitely not wide. In that case, two Astartes can walk side by side, but it is not possible for mortals to move around.

It is hard to imagine that humans in the Dark Ages built such a large corridor for the nuclear power plant without Space Marines. Are they iron men?

The number of threads in the legs is getting smaller and smaller, and the number of subspace creatures in the ship is gradually increasing. In order to ensure the shooting times of the relic leg gun, try to bypass it. The weapons depot is usually located in the middle of the warship. Alanbair can only pray that it has not been destroyed by the orcs.

"Found it..." Looking at the intact gate and the house number [Equipment Depot] translated by the auxiliary equipment, although I don't know how the human corpses of that warship are, has it been eaten up by the subspace creatures, or is it greenskins?

Seeing that the threads in the legs have been almost used up, Alanbair also feels that luck is on his side.

The question now is whether the metal door in front of him can be opened by the greenskins, so how can Alanbair open it?

"Promethium, promethium..." He touched his tactical belt, found the precious energy, and then inserted the tube into the control panel of the door, and tried to open it with the help of the emergency operation instructions.

I know, if it comes to the oil man, they have to thank the God of All Machines for a long time, burn something, and finally use their modified bodies to force decipher for a long time. Is Alanbair's translation really cheating?

After two beeps, the lumen ball of the battleship that had been shut down for tens of thousands of years brightened. Although the energy source of that room was activated, the surroundings were still dark.

And the door slowly opened, and what came into view was a large amount of... agricultural equipment?