Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #113 - Chapter 108 Ambush the Orcs/Explore the Hulk

Chapter 108 Ambush the Orcs to Explore the Hulk

“We have been fighting with the Goff boys since the birth of that ship. I remember that there were a lot of canned shrimps at that time, but now there are basically none.” In the central area of ​​the Orc tribe outside the hulk, but in a relatively remote place, a snakebite boss was introducing their glorious history to his boys.

A board was engraved with war, death, kill kill kill, very disorderly and messy words to drive the fighting desire of the new boys.

“But yes, the months of fighting between us will soon be over. Our boss has studied the super TMNB jump, and he can kill all our mortal enemies soon.”

When the boss talked about the crowd’s anger, his leg finger roughly broke the carving knife in his leg. Because of 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 a hapless person. The more he looked at those cheerful little orcs, the angrier he felt. Of course, don’t get me wrong. The “small” of the orcs was already the size of an adult human male. But compared with a trainer of the Snake Bite Clan, they were much worse. In addition, they were short of food in the abandoned ship all year round, which made them look even smaller. They were in no mood to listen to the class. They just wanted to eat the little things that were as thick as their legs and arms. “Boy, what am I doing?” The huge beast control sign hit the orc’s head. After screaming, the fart spirit hid behind the old orc. “My bastard, bad boy, bad orc, fart spirit is not a war resource. The war leader will eat me if he knows!” The old orc shouted, but living in that strange place, the orcs are actually more united than the orcs in other normal worlds, and even… ruthless? The boy asked the boss while covering his head. “Boss, why are we so Nb that we want the ship to be there? Isn’t it better for us to leave that place?” The old orc wiped the iron plate and carved the stories of generations of orcs on it, although no orc would read that thing. “Stupid boy, that waste ship is our foundation, waaaagh, it has food, it has guns, it has materials, and it will automatically go to a place full of shrimp or other things.” “Even if that universe is destroyed by a stupid sneeze, I won’t leave there.” The boy replied. “Boss, but what if someone attacks them there?” The old orc said. “No, it’s easy to defend there without intelligence, even the blood axe boys can’t get in. Let alone I don’t know why the road in that bad ship keeps changing, just say that our traps are not something that ordinary shrimp can get through.” The boy asked. “Boss, what if it’s canned shrimp?” The old orc laughed. “Canned? Hahaha, canned…canned?” He frowned, as if he thought of something. “It seems that the orcs have indeed gone over. I have to check the defense. Follow him, boys.”

Maybe it was the orcs’ natural intuition, or maybe it was the protection of the second brother. When he realized that something was wrong, he suddenly found that he didn’t go to the battlefield to participate in the battle. Maybe it would be more fun.

But obviously, he overestimated himself. Walking in the narrow abandoned ship road, it was obviously not the passage of the warship, but the gap between the two ships pressed together. It was hard to imagine that there could be life in a place full of scrap iron walls.

Even if the gene stealers had to hibernate to ensure their activity, the greenskins were still thriving there, but the long time made them overestimate themselves.

Although the boss still felt something was wrong, there was a damn strange breath flowing in the corner ahead.

He had lived there for so long, so he could naturally feel something was wrong. The space there seemed stable and… deadly.

When he was about to speak to alert the boys, a violent collision swept over. The Astartes’ shoulder armor hit at a speed that the orcs could not react to. The orcs needed the Lumen Ball to protect their vision, but the Astartes, who were not superhuman, did not need it at all.

The warrior smashed the orc’s head and crushed the light source that fell to the ground. There was a flash of explosives in the darkness. Just a few seconds later, the light rose again, which was the light carried by the Imperial Guard.

Ailanbaier lowered his head and looked at the remains of the orcs. All of them died from headshots, which reminded him of the bad memories of the war.

The Space Marines continued to move forward without saying a word. They knew that they should stay there and let the Imperial Guards clean up the orc corpses, and they needed to protect the safety of the human empire.

Ailanbaier asked his brother to clean up there with a flamethrower, and continued to move forward with a few elites. They soon came to the orcs’ nursery. The messy garbage and messy orc text there made the Space Marines prepare to clean up the alien creations.

It was obviously a classroom. Although there were no benches or seats, the stench of the orcs and the dark cold outside the warship were consuming his physical strength all the time. When he exhaled a breath of mist from his mouth, Alan Baier’s fingers brushed the iron plate where the orcs were educating the boy.

But Alan Baier said. “He has fought with the orcs, and he understands the orc language.” But he actually used the translation of the shooting assistance system. The orcs had already existed in the golden age of mankind, and the text had been almost deciphered.

He looked at the metal plate and analyzed calmly. “The war has begun. There is a peripheral tribe of the Snake Bite Clan there. Their infiltration was smooth.”

“Currently, the strength of the orcs is empty. If they have time, they can clean up the orcs there and then place bombs to destroy their lairs. However, the orcs’ war machines should not be in their lairs, and the war bosses…”

The sergeant of the Doom Eagle doesn’t mince words. “The strategic value has been greatly reduced. Although the intelligence they obtained is very useful, it seems that luck is not with them.”

Alan Beyer retorted. “The Catachans in his ranks are expert trappers. If they are willing to wait and wait, the matter is not worthless. There is no telling how long the orcs will fight, and whoever stays there to miss their magic burden.”

“Advisor, how long can the Lingke people last?”

The staff officer replied. “Their team is about three hundred people. If we reduce the interference range of the Lingke people and huddle together without moving, they can last for about five days. We have brought food and water with us for a week. We can try an ambush.”

The sergeant of the Destroying Eagles wiped the blood from his shoulder armor. “Then let’s conduct an ambush.”

That’s not a big deal for the Space Marines. There was once a chapter surrounded by cultists in a space station, but they were not killed or defeated, but fell into a long tug-of-war that lasted for hundreds of years. Over the years, mortal cultists have established new sects, splintered, coalesced, and descended, and even those Space Marines have become part of the new mythology.

Such fighting continued until the nearby starry sky was dug clean and the cultists ran out of ammunition and food. Only then did the Space Marines end the hundreds of years of fighting.

The perfect war machine created by the empire can keep running at high speed for decades without eating or drinking. It is extremely resistant to the harsh environment for mortals, and even fatal to the influence of subspace. Space Marines can also have quite powerful resistances.

It can be said that even without the help of the Imperial Guard, they could stumble, but they would never fail, even if they were affected by the terrifying battleship machine soul.

On the contrary, the cold temperature outside the battleship requires mortals to consume a lot of food every day to maintain their physical strength. Lingke users also have a lot of burdens. The indifferent Lingke stance is covered there to maintain the stability of the space. Ming Alan Bayer regrets it and should put it The orcs caught him.

But the position of the orc’s body without fighting will also dissipate, and in the end it will just be a waste of food.

In any case, the journey to the east was long and troublesome. The Catachans were scattered in all directions, traps and bombs were arranged on the roads provided by the Bloodaxe orcs, and the Imperial Guard formed bunkers.

In the eyes of Astartes, such things were nothing more than children playing games. That attitude dissatisfied Alan Bair, but there was no way to refute it.

Mortal wars are not worth mentioning in the eyes of demigods, so they are inevitably so arrogant, but the Skadi Fourth Regiment once slaughtered gods, so why are the veterans outside the regiment not arrogant?

If they were not out of respect for the Emperor and told them to shut up, maybe the empire’s group of strong men with strong martial arts would start working there.

For Alan Bayer, there was one thing that he wanted more than war, and that was to recover the relics outside the battleship. He had an auxiliary system to help him. For him, there were many places that the orcs could not open, and they were blocked by the darkness. There are countless treasures on the outside of the ship wrapped in the creation of the times.

He wanted to be a second lieutenant, so that his actions could not be followed by the psychics. After all, they were not members of the Imperial Guard, which meant that he wanted to face the malice contained in the machine soul of the battleship.

“Staff, he went to a hidden place in the toilet. I hope they don’t get into a fight.” He made a lame excuse. After all, the opportunity to come to the outside of the hulk was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although the staff felt good about it, he refused to let him. Will not stop.

“Come back early, don’t you need someone with a spirit to follow you?”

“I’m really asking for help, don’t you?” Alan Bayer cursed. Of course, the supervisor could tell that it would be a disaster if he really went to defecate.

He didn’t pretend either. He left the team in a swagger and dodged as he entered the outside of the hulk. They all felt it sensitively, whether it was Ryan or the Space Marines, but they also knew very well that the wrong party didn’t say it out loud. It means that the matter is not an official action.

While such dereliction of duty should not be tolerated in combat, as the supreme commander there, he had privileges, and as Space Marines, they felt they had no need of mortal help.

When they came to the outside of the battleship, the cold atmosphere there was unaccustomed to it. Without the protection of the spirit master, the lumen ball lantern in the leg shone around the waist, illuminating the twisting road.

Alan Bayer had already prepared the silk thread and tied it to the metal protrusion on the edge of the station point. He stretched out the thread and moved forward to ensure his direction.

When walking into the ancient human battleship, there is no trace of time in a place with a history of 20,000 years. It seems that a hundred years have passed since those things were preserved in subspace.

The strange alloy similar to the titanium family is thin and beautiful. The exterior of the battleship is simpler and more technological than the Gothic style of the empire. There are many electronic panels and structures from different empires. There are so many circuits that Alan Bair can’t tell how to operate those things. .

The door of the ship has long been opened by the greenskins. There are traces of dismantling everywhere, but the greenskins do not live there. The greenskins usually gather in the ruins. The two ships are roughly welded together by the subspace. In the gap, it is relatively hidden and convenient for collecting items.

The exterior of the battleship, which looks like the Future Research Institute in the Doomsday story, is suddenly filled with green-skinned debris, as if a group of people from Mad Max have traveled to the future.

Those twisted and grotesque things in the corridor appeared there, just like the monsters that appeared after Geller’s indifferent stance in the subspace. The terrifying things had almost uncertain postures and constant twitching, and their human-like faces made people feel uneasy. The uncanny valley effect continues to emerge.

Some seemed to be wearing yellow raincoats, with snow-red skin, and faces that looked very much like living people, but not human at all. Some of their bodies were twitching, like a bug in the game, and they were constantly twisting.

But Alan Bayer, who has seen countless monsters and monsters, stomped that thing to the ground, took out his own pistol and fired fiercely to scatter those messy things. Is there a real universe? Who are they? They are demons. No.

He is a lieutenant colonel of the Imperial Guard of the Astra Militarum, the Hammer of the Empire that protects trillions of humans. Even if he is not protected by soldiers, he is definitely a coward. How could he be scared by those third-rate horror game supporting characters?

Alan Bair let out a breath of cold air. “It’s so fucking cold in that place. How can those greenskins live east?” He groped for the narrow road outside the ship. Although it could allow Astartes to pass, it was definitely not wide enough. It would only take two Astartes. Stat walked side by side, but it was impossible for ordinary people to move around reluctantly.

It’s hard to imagine that humans in the Dark Ages built such a large corridor for the nuclear reactor without Space Marines. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be Iron Man?

The threads in the legs are getting smaller and smaller, and there are more and more subspace creatures permeating the ship. In order to ensure the number of shots of the relic leg gun, try to bypass it. The location of the weapons depot is usually in the middle of the battleship. Ai Lambel could just pray that it wasn’t ruined by orcs.

“Found it…” Looking at the intact door and the door number translated by the auxiliary equipment [Equipment Library], although I don’t know what happened to the human bones of the battleship, Cocoa has long been eaten dry by subspace creatures, or is it green-skinned? ?

Seeing that the thread in his legs was almost used up, Alan Beyer also felt that luck was on his side.

The question now is whether the metal door in front of me can be opened by even the greenskins. How can Alan Bair open it?

“Promethium, promethium…” He touched his tactical belt and found the valuable pellets. Then he inserted the tube into the control panel of the door and tried to open it with the help of the emergency operating instructions.

I want to know, if it comes to the machine guy, they have to thank the God of All Machines for a long time, burn something, and finally use their modified body to forcefully decipher it for a long time. Alan Bayer’s leg translation is simply cheating.

After two beeps, the lumen ball where the battleship had been idle for tens of thousands of years was bright. Although the energy source in that room was activated, the surroundings were still dark.

The door slowly opened, and what came into view was a large amount of… agricultural equipment?