Chapter 108 Ambush the Orcs Exploring the Hulk
"We and Goughboy have been hacking each other since we were born on this ship. I only remember that there were a lot of cans of shrimps at that time, but now they are basically gone." In the center area of the orc tribe inside the hulk. But in a relatively remote place, a Snakebite boss was introducing the history of their honor to his boys.
A board is engraved with words such as fight, death, kill, kill, kill, and disorderly and messy words to drive the freshmen's desire to fight.
"However, the days when we hack each other are about to pass. Our boss has studied super TMNB jumps, and we can kill all our mortal enemies in no time."
The boss said that the crowd was furious, and he roughly cut off the carving knife in his hand with his fingers. Due to the subspace inside the hulk, they had to keep the orc tribe stationed at all times, such as the newly born boys, and the new boys needed someone to take care of them.
He was such an unlucky guy. The more he looked at those cheerful little orcs, the more angry he felt. Of course, don't get me wrong, the orcs were already the size of an adult human male.
But compared with a trainer from the Snakebite clan, it was much worse. In addition, the waste ship lacked food all the year round, making it even smaller. They were not in the mood to listen to the lecture at all. They just pulled the fart next to them, which was only as thick as their arm, thinking. Eat those little things in one bite to replenish your energy.
"Boy, what are you doing?" The huge animal control sign hit the orc's head. After wailing in agony, the Goat hid behind the old orc urgently.
"You bastard, bad boy, bad orc, and bastard are all resources for war. If the war leader finds out, he will eat you!" the old orc yelled, but after surviving in this strange place, the orcs are actually more normal than others. The orcs of the world are more united, even... loving?
The boy asked the boss, covering his head. "Boss, why are we still on the boat? Wouldn't it be better for us to leave this place?"
The old orc wiped the iron plate, and the stories of generations of orcs were engraved on it, although no orc could read this thing. "Stupid boy, this useless ship is the foundation of our waaaagh. It has food, it has firearms, it has materials, and it will automatically go to places full of shrimps or other things."
"Even if this universe is destroyed by a stupid sneeze, I will not leave here."
The boy replied. "Boss, what if someone attacks us?"
said the old orc. "It's impossible. Without intelligence, this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even the Blood Ax boys can't get in. Let's not talk about why Xiami doesn't know why the road in this bad ship keeps changing. Let's talk about our trap. It’s not as good as ordinary shrimp.”
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 there are really not enough cans to get through. I have to check the defense. Follow me, boys."
Maybe it was the innate intuition of the orcs, or maybe it was the protection of Brother Ganmao. When he realized that something was wrong, he suddenly realized that he did not go to the battlefield to participate in the battle, maybe for greater fun.
But obviously, he overestimated himself. Walking in the narrow scrap ship road, it was obvious that this was not a passage for warships, but a gap created by two ships being pressed together. It is difficult to imagine such a place full of scrap iron walls. There can be life left alive.
Even the Genestealers had to be dormant to maintain their activity, but the Greenskins still thrived on it, but the long period of time made them overestimate themselves.
Although the boss still sensed something was wrong, there was a damn strange flow of air around the corner in front of him.
He has lived here for so long, so he can naturally feel something is wrong. The space here seems stable and... deadly.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to alert the boys, a violent impact swept over him. The Astartes' shoulder armor struck at a speed that even the orcs could not react to. The orcs still needed the lumen ball to maintain basic vision, but for Superman's Astartes Not at all for Stat.
The warrior smashed the orc's head and crushed the light source that fell to the ground. In the darkness, there was only the flash of the explosive bomb. Just a few seconds later, the light rose again, which was the light carried by the Imperial Guard.
Alan Bair lowered his head and looked at the remains of the orcs, all of which were killed by headshots, which reminded him of bad war memories.
The Space Marines moved forward without saying a word, knowing that this place should be left alone to allow the Imperial Guard to clean up the Ork corpses, while they only needed to protect the safety of the Imperium of Man.
Alan Bair asked his men to clean the place with flamethrowers, and continued forward with a few elites. They soon came to the orc nursery. The messy waste and messy orc writing here made the Space Marines prepare to clean up the alien creations.
This place is obviously a classroom. Although there are no benches or anything like that, the stench of the orcs and the dark cold inside the battleship are all consuming the energy all the time. When he exhaled a breath of mist, Alan Bair brushed his fingers against the iron plate where the orcs were educating the boy.
But Alan Beyer said. "I have fought with orcs, and I understand the orc language." But he was actually using the shooting assistance system to translate. 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 it calmly. "The war has begun. This is the outlying tribe of the Snakebite clan. Our infiltration went smoothly."
"Currently, the strength of the orcs is empty. If we have time, we can clean up the orcs here and then place bombs to destroy their lairs. However, the orcs' war machines should not be in their lairs, and the war bosses are also..."
The sergeant of the Doom Eagle doesn't mince words. "The strategic value has been greatly reduced. Although the information you have obtained is very useful, it seems that luck is not with us."
Alan Beyer retorted. "The Catachans in my team are trap experts. If we are willing to wait and wait, this matter is not without value, but we don't know how long the orcs will fight. Staying here will be a burden on our psykers. ”
"Advisor, how long can the psykers hold on?"
The staff officer replied. "Our team is about three hundred people. If we reduce the interference range of the psychics and huddle together without moving, we can last for about five days. We have brought food and water for a week. We can try an ambush."< br>
The sergeant of the Destroying Eagles wiped the blood from his shoulder armor. "Then let's conduct an ambush."
This matter is innocuous to the Space Marines. There was once a war group surrounded by cultists in a space station, but they were not killed or defeated the enemy, but fell into a long tug-of-war that lasted for hundreds of years. , mortal cultists established new sects, split, merged, and continued for generations, and even those space warriors became part of the new mythology.
This kind of battle continued until the nearby starry sky was cleared 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 maintain high speed for decades without eating or drinking. It is also extremely resistant to harsh environments for mortals. Even the effects of subspace are fatal to mortals. Space warriors are also Can 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 inside the battleship requires mortals to consume a lot of food every day to maintain physical strength. Psykers also have a lot of burdens. The indifferent psychic stance is covered here to maintain the stability of the space. Now Alan Bayer regrets that he should put the beast People caught up.
But without fighting, the physical stance of the orcs will also dissipate, and in the end it will just be a waste of food.
Whatever the case, what follows is long and troublesome, with the Catachans scattering in all directions, arranging traps and bombs in the paths provided by the Bloodaxe Orcs, and Imperial Guardsmen shaping bunkers.
It's just that in the eyes of Astartes, such things are just children playing games. That attitude made Alan Bair dissatisfied, 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 Skadi's fourth regiment once slaughtered gods, so why are the veterans in the regiment not arrogant?
If their respect for the Emperor hadn't kept them silent, maybe this group of strong men with strong martial arts in the Empire would have started working here.
But for Alan Bayer, there is one more important thing than the war, and that is to recover the relics inside the battleship. He has the help of the auxiliary system. For him, there are many places that the orcs cannot open, and the ship is wrapped in the creation of the Dark Ages. There are countless treasures inside.
He wants to be a second lieutenant, but his actions cannot be followed by psykers. After all, they are not members of the Imperial Guard. This means that he has to face the malice contained in the machine soul of this battleship.
"Staff, I'm going to the toilet in a secluded place. Just be careful and don't let them fight." He made a lame excuse. After all, the opportunity to come inside the hulk was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although the staff felt something was wrong, he wouldn't stop.
"Come back early, don't you need a psychic to follow you?"
"You want people to watch you when you defecate, right?" Alan Baier cursed, but of course the staff officer could tell that it would be a shame if he really went to defecate.
He didn't pretend either, and left the team in a big way, only dodging when entering the hulk. Whether it was Ryan or the Space Marines, they all felt it sensitively, but they also knew very well that the other party didn't say it, which meant this. Not an official action.
While such dereliction of duty should not be tolerated in combat, as the supreme commander here he has privileges, and as Space Marines they feel they need no mortal help.
Arriving inside the battleship, the cold atmosphere here was unaccustomed to it. Without the protection of the psychic, the lumen ball lantern in his hand shone brightly around his waist, illuminating the twisting road.
Alan Bayer had already prepared a silk thread and tied it to the metal bulge on the edge of the station. He stretched out the thread and moved forward to ensure his coordinates.
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 those things have been preserved in subspace for only a hundred years.
The strange alloy similar to the titanium family is thin and beautiful. The interior 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 been opened by the greenskins long ago, and traces of dismantling are everywhere, but the greenskins do not live here. The greenskins usually gather in the rough ship where two ships are welded together by the subspace. In the gap, it is relatively hidden and convenient for collecting items.
The interior of the battleship, which looks like the Future Research Institute in a doomsday story, is suddenly filled with green-skinned debris, as if a group of people from Mad Max have traveled to the future.
The twisted and grotesque things in the corridor appeared here, just like the monsters that appeared after Geller's indifferent stance in the subspace. The scary things had almost uncertain postures and constant twitching, and their human-like faces made people feel inside. The uncanny valley effect continues to emerge.
Some seemed to be wearing yellow raincoats, with snow-white skin, and faces that looked very much like living people, but not human at all. Some of their bodies were twitching, like there was a bug in the game, and they were constantly twisting.
But Alan Bayer, who has seen countless monsters and monsters, stepped on the thing on the ground, took out his own pistol and fired fiercely to scatter those messy things. This is the real universe, they are nothing, not demons.
He is the Lieutenant Colonel of the Astra Militarum Imperial Guard, the Hammer of the Empire that protects trillions of humans. Even if he is not protected by soldiers, he is definitely not a coward. How could he be frightened by this group of third-rate horror game supporting characters?
Alan Bair let out a breath of cold air. "This place is so fucking cold. How can those greenskins live there?" He groped for the narrow road inside the ship. Although it could allow Astartes to pass, it was definitely not wide. In this way, there would be about two Astartes. They walked side by side, but for a mortal, they could barely move around.
It's hard to imagine why humans built such large corridors in the Dark Ages without Space Marines. Was it for Iron Man?
The thread in the hand is getting smaller and smaller, and there are gradually more and more subspace creatures in the ship. In order to ensure the number of shots of the relic pistol, try to bypass it. The location of the weapons depot is usually in the middle of the battleship. Alan Bayer only I hope the place isn't ruined by orcs.
"Found it..." Looking at the intact door and the door number [Equipment Library] translated by the auxiliary equipment, although I don't know what happened to the human bones on this battleship, they may have been eaten up by subspace creatures, or maybe they were green-skinned. ?
Seeing that the thread in his hand was almost used, Alan Bayer also felt that luck was on his side.
The problem now is that even the greenskins can't open the metal door in front of them. How can Alan Bair open it?
"Promethium, promethium..." He touched the tactical belt, found the precious energy, then inserted the tube into the control panel of the door, and tried to open it with the help of emergency operating instructions.
You know, if the machine oil guy comes, 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 translator is simply a cheating level.
After two beeps, the lumen ball where the battleship had been idle for tens of thousands of years was bright. Although only the energy in this room was activated, the surroundings were still dark. The door slowly opened, and what came into view was a large amount of... agricultural equipment?
(End of chapter)