Chapter 155 Supplies? I'll get the whole boat down for you!
The world of Panlan has four seasons, even four distinct seasons. As the time gradually enters summer, the dry forge world is like a big oven. The atmosphere is originally a weak man-made object, not to mention the city creation of the Mechanicus is a big oven, so the atmosphere here is The defensive artillery on the edge of the city are all operated by servitors.
In the new station of Skadi's only regiment, the second lieutenant is taking the weekly article and temperature tester issued by the Military Affairs Ministry, using a thermometer made with mercury as the core to test the current temperature according to the above words.
[Soldier, if you encounter abnormal weather, please take out the thermometer from your supply bag. It is roughly in the shape of a long strip and is made of special metal that absorbs heat and cold. This is one of the best cares the Emperor can give you, and then you need to find it, place it in a place with an uncertain temperature, wait for a few minutes, remember, red is hot and blue is cold. If red exceeds 40, please do not go out. If blue is below -10, please do not go out, unless you have relevant equipment provided by the Ministry of Military Affairs. If so, please trust them. 】
The second lieutenant took out his own thing and placed it under the hot sunshine. After a while, a clicking sound appeared.
Just like the cartoons of Ancient Terra, the mercury squeezed through the metal. Of course, this was not due to the temperature, but also to the special air pressure of this environment, but it was definitely not cool outside. The boy Skadi, who lacked this knowledge, frowned. He frowned and looked at his thermometer.
"What degree is this?" He asked himself, looking at the burning environment outside the building. He had almost taken off his clothes. Even his carapace was forced to take off. Even if he was hiding in the building this day, The shade is unbearable.
This is not the same as the deadly humid heat of Gondwa VI. The temperature here is enough to burn people's skin to crack, so even if they go out, they must be tightly wrapped to prevent themselves from being evaporated.
But even such a day is a rare rest for the people of Skadi. The traitors cannot resist the heat. When the war does not need to continue, they get a rest.
In the intricate castle of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Imperial Guards were also crowded around the dark and cold pipes. They drank, played cards, and studied tactics. The second lieutenant only tested the temperature when he was playful.
"What are you doing, the second generation of the Boy Who Lived?" A major-level officer greeted the second lieutenant. This position showed that he could break away from Skadi, but he still held the embarrassing position of company captain, managing An army of just a few hundred people.
The ensign rolled his eyes. "Why am I the second generation?"
"Who is the generation?"
The major smiled strangely, then rubbed the tip of his pen. "A person who you would never imagine how miserable he was before, a person who would never crawl around in a lunar sand pit."
the ensign asked. "Is this a crossword puzzle?"
answered the major. "No, continue to stand guard. This is the order of the lieutenant colonel and the senior chief of staff. They are planning an attack during this time. The temperature here at night can drop to a level similar to that outside the Skadi Hive. Then we can once Sex destroys the red pirates, which means we can go home.”
The ensign nodded. "I thought this would happen earlier. Wasn't it waiting for me to recover?"
answered the major. "Of course not, it's just that the Space Marines are very powerful. We need to wait until they run out of ammunition and food before attacking, and try to prevent our brothers from dying."
It was difficult for the second lieutenant to evaluate whether Alan Bair had become weak because of Skadi's incident, but at some point he also became more stable. It's just that the endless transformations in this terrifying void are more complicated than what normal people think. It's pretty fast.
In the past, Alan Bair's "madness" became a bitter medicine to suppress those crazy evil creatures or heretical traitors, but now his hesitation and hesitation nourished the Space Marines who had run out of ammunition and food.
There is no navy stationed near Panlan, because most of the navy has to go to many worlds in this sector to provide support, and there are still many that need to guard the Ark of Omen. In this regard, the Astra Militarum is already a cat's paw and wants to borrow it. .
Her door is wide open at the moment, and you can enter at will. There are only countless civilian barges moving above her, transporting large and small supplies for the empire.
On the yellow-colored planet, the Orc strategic ship is approaching. Although this tattered imperial warship is abstract like a Picasso work, it can still reach here across the huge distance of countless voids. In the command room, One-Eye Looking at the star map here, he grinned with his white teeth, because no matter before or now, he loved war and violence.
When there is a gentle breeze in this void, he can't help but fill it with fuel and turn it into flames. He doesn't care how many lives will be killed by arson, or even the orcs themselves. He just wants his waaagh to follow that A fierce wind burned the entire galaxy.
Those reckless and stupid aliens are the natural enemies of the empire. When they gather together, they are more like a natural disaster than biological civilization.
The one-eyed deputy asked his boss. "Boss, how do you land next?"
One Eye said. "Landing, landing? Landing..." He opened the Gothic dictionary, the Eldar dictionary, and even the Tau dictionary in the captain's room, read it for a long time, and then answered with a sense of humor. "You pronounced "crash landing" wrong!"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment, but One Eye pressed the acceleration button of the battleship and rushed towards Pan Lan with all his strength. The huge battleship turned into a flickering meteor among the stars and quickly broke through the near-ground pipeline. At this moment, the adjutant was hurriedly preparing to press the button. He pressed the slowdown button, but was stopped by One Eye.
"Boss!?" the adjutant yelled, but his one-eyed view continued to get excited as he watched the approaching brass city. They had entered near low-Earth orbit and were getting closer. The defense systems created by the Mechanicus had discovered them. Starting to continuously fire, One Eye knew very well that they were not space warriors. They did not have that kind of airdrop pod technology, so they could only rely on the hull to break through the anti-orbital defense.
But this thing built from an imperial hulk is actually nothing on the surface. It doesn't have enough assault ships, and it doesn't have a void shield or a waaaagh stance shield to defend against attacks. One Eye can only choose the best method.
He thought, this huge battleship is an airdrop warehouse!
Madness and chaos made One-Eye, who was born in the Blood Ax clan, learn a lot, and his abilities reached the peak. Although theoretically a fake, this fake still inherited One-Eye's countless notes and wisdom, and became a huge orc. The battleship broke through the atmosphere and turned into burning flames. The already hot air seemed to become even worse.
The boys were in chaos, and the bosses didn't know what was going on. Restlessness and fear filled the orc battleship, but One Eye only felt that these guys looked too unlike orcs.
It was precisely because they didn't know how to waaagh that he lost miserably. In this case, One Eye also decided to change his thinking. If there was power that could help him rule this star region and let his waaaagh float in the void, then even if he was a demon They will also trade with them.
Those who can serve at the top of a star sector, whether they are humans or aliens, who have climbed to such a position among tens of trillions of compatriots, will never be hesitant. If One-Eye is allowed to burn to death in the flames at this moment, can it win victory and peace? What he hopes for, he will be willing to do.
Such desire is absolutely twisted and perverted, but it is the key to his success. At this moment, the exterior of the battleship is distorted and deformed by the high temperature, and it begins to fall apart due to gravity. Among the four kilometers of huge thing, only the huddled orc boys in the core area are still okay.
Like the flames of the gods, they are about to fall and burn the world. Among the Chaos Space Marines, Veengar looks at the death flames falling from space. The high temperature of this world cannot hinder his expectations. The traitors gathered around their camp, using beacons to guide the orcs.
The roaring automatic cannons of the Mechanicus, lasers and light spears are constantly waiting for the Orcs' strategic ships, but the huge body of four kilometers is enough to resist those weapons that are fatal to the assault ships.
It fell. It was a gift from the gods to the Chaos traitors, and it was also a sign that the aliens were here. The battleship engine jet could also be used as a reaction force to reduce the impact of the landing, but even so, the huge sound and its impact Power still falls on this dry world like the roar of a wild beast.
At this moment, whether it is the Founding Governor or the Astra Militarum, whether it is a mortal or a Space Marine, whether it is a servitor or a technical sage, the restless emotion can be felt by them, and they can feel it clearly.
"It's an orc!" Alan Bayer said almost instantly. Even though he was in a steel castle and separated from the outside environment by a thick layer of alloy, he could still feel it.
This is also a sign that One-Eye is swearing that he is not dead at this moment. The legendary orc is now back, and he is the nightmare of all mankind.
Skadi's soldiers involuntarily began to pack and maintain their weapons, and in preparation for meeting the Orcs, the Chaos Space Marines were even more surprised. A huge metal monster that was probably as big as a hill fell in front of them, and There was no warning or advance notice about this incident, and it was difficult for even a Space Marine to understand how such a thing could happen.
The orcs also walked around, stumbling out of the ruins and pipes, which were not gates anyway. Next, Weingar realized for the first time that a battleship could hold so many people.
Even the Chaos traitors try to keep enough space between mortals. Enough refers to about three meters, and most of the space on the battleship is reserved for the altars or armories of the gods. But obviously the orcs have no worries at all. They I only brought boys and food, other resources? dynamo? This is a huge battleship!
One-Eye casually tore open the alloy in front of him with his thick arms. After he "awakened", the orc's body began to become stronger and his muscle density continued to expand. However, it was obvious that his stature was still "short". For a four-meter orc, The boss of the group, at two meters tall he looks like a kid.
But One-Eye liked this feeling, he shouted, he took out his weapon and shot into the air, completely ignoring that the orcs couldn't stand the hot temperature here and their heads that were dizzy from the fall. "Do it! Do it! I need ammunition, armor, and loot trucks for plundering shrimp food. Enough dirty trucks!"
Orders are more important than anything else. The orcs dismantled the battleships in an orderly manner according to quality. Weingar approached the damn alien. He had complicated feelings about One-Eye at the moment. Firstly, he was an alien, secondly, he was the nectar of life-saving, and thirdly, he felt for his subordinates. His command and control abilities are almost impeccable.
While he was still a loyalist or had landed on the Huron ship, he still had not been truly accepted by his brothers. That feeling became more like jealousy than disgust, and he even said it deliberately to find trouble. "In three hours, I want to see the engine."
But One Eye just shouted. "Fart, dismantle the engine and give it to Boss Wayne!"
Next, the huge battleship core, a huge engine that was hundreds of meters long, was pushed in front of Veengar as the boys and the orcs worked together to push, pull, and even cast the force feedback mechanical arms commonly used. .
"This, you..." This is almost counter-intuitive. Compared with the huge mass of this thing, in order to generate enough energy in it, the ability of this generator can support the operation of several imperial industrial hive cities, although it seems to be only a hundred meters away. , but the internal weight can even crush a Lemanus. At this moment, it is only removed with ordinary wheels made of waste products. It is obviously unreasonable.
One Eye just said. "Don't worry, our cooperation has just begun. Orcs are not the barbarians you imagined, and I am not weak either."
He stretched out his hand and responded with human etiquette, but Veengar was not used to it. A handshake was more commonly used by mortals, but he could only return the greeting.
The green palm and the outside of the power armor touched each other. At this moment, Veengar realized that his strength was not as good as the orc, because he wanted to let go, but couldn't get away.
"You..." Weengar regretted cooperating. It seemed that the opponent was not only prepared, but now his power was also stronger in various aspects, but his mood soon stabilized, because his war brothers and Merovingian The existence is his biggest trump card.
The orcs also knew very well that he would not benefit from a frontal war. The orcs' individual strength was too poor, and One Eye also took a fancy to the powerful combat capabilities of the veterans of the Red Pirates.
He gave them supplies and boys, and the Space Marines gave them power and Chaos sorcery. The most terrifying war alliance was formed in this humble forge world, and the only ones who had to face them were ordinary Astra Militarum troops.
In this dark universe of despair, the God-Emperor probably cannot pay attention to the bastard things that continue to happen throughout the empire. Those aliens and heretics are also completely aligned today.
Restless souls hungry for blood and war, the Skadi are doomed to be busy at the end of this dark fourth millennium. (End of chapter)