Chapter 19 The Blood Ax Boss
Rumbling mushroom clouds and huge things fell in the middle of the square of the once human city. The noisiest and biggest explosion you could imagine was nothing more than that.
Dust rushed up into the clouds, but the orc's thick skin and rough bones were everything you could imagine. He was like a huge main battle tank. Now his thighs were blown off and one of his right legs was broken off.
The wound was scorched brown, and his anger caused his muscles to contract, and the blood was blocked. The green muscles, white tendons, and drops of red blood.
His green skin was stained with dust, and his whole body was in tatters. The boys looked sideways at this place, surprised at the change.
And the boss is not stupid. He knows exactly who was tinkering here just now. "You actually! Tear down my favorite bench!"
The boss raised his big clicker, only to find that his weapon had been blown to pieces. He could only raise his big fist and charge at the bloody ax kid, but because he was missing one of his legs, he couldn't touch the abominable guy. boy.
He whirred and shouted to the crazy doctor next to him. "Give me the leg, hand it to me!" To the greenskins, a broken limb didn't matter at all. As long as it was simply sutured, they could continue fighting as normal.
But the large pistol fired with a boom, blocking the green-skinned mad doctor who was about to take action.
"Don't move, boys, I am your new boss!"
One-Eye took out Catachan's long blade and approached the green-skinned boss who fell on the ground. The Deathskull boss's cheeks were very blue, even though he was originally painted with a lot of blue paint.
"What are you going to do, you disgusting..."
Before he could finish his words, the long blade sank into his head, stirring the green brains inside. When the boys came to their senses, the boss was already lying on the ground motionless.
Dead? it's over?
One-Eye cut off his head with a long blade and held it high. "Now, I am the boss!"
the other greenskins quickly shouted. "One-eyed boss! One-eyed boss!"
The deafening sound echoed in the sky, cutting through the long forest of ferns, reaching unknown places. When Alan Bair, who was resting on the top of the sentry tower, suddenly woke up, when did he fall asleep tiredly here?
He looked around, had he done such a stupid thing?
John's voice came. "Boss, keep sleeping, you are too tired."
He sat on the battlement and looked into the distance with a telescope.
"The support queue is coming soon. With four teams, we can relax a little bit."
Alan Bair rubbed his cheek. "Wake me up next time, now is not the time for a nap."
John replied absentmindedly. "Yes, boss."
Alan Bair rubbed his head and looked at the airtight forest. The hot and humid wind was blowing from afar, from the steel city to the nest capital. He was not sure if he was still alive.
John lit a fire on the top of the sentry tower, with a row of batteries sandwiched next to the fire. They relied on the thermal energy conversion system of the energy battery to provide the energy of the laser gun. They had reached this point.
Although newcomers came to help in the afternoon, the fear of the greenskins was still engraved in their hearts.
When the deep primeval forest is placed in front of him, Alan Bayer sometimes can't tell who he is, the so-called travel, the so-called sense of superiority, or what.
He has never received preferential treatment because of this thing. The only thing that can make him feel at ease is to work hard to do everything.
he asked John. "I heard that those who perform well in the Astra Militarum can stay on the planet after the battle."
John answered. "Boss, only when the planet's defense force has been severely damaged can we arrange for the reinforcements of every ten regiments in the Astra Militarum."
Alan Beyer said. "But, it should feel good to not have to continue wandering in the endless universe."
John didn't answer.
When the smell of burning green skin spores and dead branches and leaves in the air was turbid and depressing, making them inhale it into their abdomens, the good and bad days in the hive city would never come back.
Fortunately, Alan Bayer has no family, or he doesn’t know who his family is. He traveled through time, but he did not inherit any memory, only the basic knowledge of this world. This may be because the place where memory is stored in his head is separated. Or are a person’s experiences considered part of the soul?
But he didn't give up just because of this. Instead, he quickly adapted to the new life according to his ID card.
But even Alan Bair, who quickly adapted to and survived in the hive city, could not bear the cruelty of the imperial battlefield, the fear and helplessness of death, the hugeness and terror of the greenskins, and the despair countless times greater than the oppressive order of the hive city.
As time passed by, he suddenly noticed the battle flag of the Astra Militarum or the Third Regiment of Cadiz floating in the distance. He patted his cheek and shouted to John.
"The new recruits are here, take good care of them!"
John nodded, and then imitated the sound of a beast in a playful manner, letting out a long roar.
After a while, colorful beams of light came from the forest, causing Alan Bayer and John to laugh and see their former selves in these guys.
Maybe they understand a little bit why the veterans keep them in the back.
When the soldiers approached, Alan Bayer went to receive them and counted how many people there were. Interestingly, there were five teams of soldiers in one queue, about 50 people, and no one among them had a higher military rank than him.
Coupled with the stupid behavior just now, these should be new recruits from the hive city. God knows what they have experienced, but it is probably nothing compared to Alan Bair's experience.
Alan Bayer calmly told them what to do, such as the first team to maintain the trenches, and the second team to do what. The five remaining veterans, who were also members of his original team, had now become non-commissioned officers and could command them. .
When the manpower was replenished in the team and the outpost began to be busy, Alan Bayer asked again for a breath of incense and a familiar voice.
It was a beautiful blonde hair, and her mechanical arm held a precious long metal box, in which lay the weapon given to the best soldiers by the Human Empire, the Hell Gun.
The smoke that soothes the machine soul is lingering on it. Is that a modified smoke generator on the girl's body or something? Maybe it can be understood as body fragrance?
And the mechanical priest lady had a smile on her face. "We meet again, Lieutenant Alan Beyer."
"I will conduct the next weapons training for you. Remember, the machine spirit roars and the Ohm Messiah is on top."
Alan Bayer couldn't help but feel relaxed when he saw his old acquaintance. When he gratefully put on his new carapace, it was a defensive armor made of ceramic steel that was strong enough to withstand laser gun fire.
He also wore the unique large energy battery backpack of the hell gun and held the pitch-black imperial blade.
"How about it, am I handsome?"
He showed off carapace armor, which is similar to the color scheme used by Kashezin. It is mainly green and camouflage patterns, and it looks more futuristic than bulletproof armor.
But the Mechanic-Priest only focused on the canned supplies that had just been delivered...
Alan Beyer, a little disappointed, okay, just a little. (End of chapter)