Chapter 167: The Ark of Evil Omen restarts the plan, the luck of the orcs alone
The orcs were wearing thick space suits. It was hard to imagine that they would make something that focused on air tightness and concealment so gorgeous, at least in the eyes of the orcs.
Those small green alien tanks were mining minerals on the asteroid at the moment, banging, clanking, and swearing in rough language. "Digging, digging, the iron doesn't click or tug, what on earth am I doing?"
"Don't complain, the boss needs them. The Imperial Navy has left the Ark. The boss said that big guy will become ours."
"I know that the boss will not lie to the orcs, so I will work hard to dig out!"
"By the way, our spaceship seemed to have been hit by Gear Boy some time ago. I didn't expect it could still fly..."
"It must be those gear boys who hit it incorrectly!"
They chatted while the noise roared under the orcs' drills. The few iron ores inside the asteroid were taken away. Of course, there are also many materials that can be synthesized into adamantine and other items. To be precise, the orcs can use what you imagine. All the metal obtained can be used to make the most terrifying war machine in the universe, no matter when or where, as long as they have the relevant knowledge and consciousness to understand this matter.
The war leader who is extremely important to this group of orcs is reading his own book in a dilapidated transport ship docked on the dark side of the asteroid. He likes the fight between snipe and clam, and the fisherman gets the benefit. This sentence comes from Ancient Terra Ancient words that still exist today, conveyed in mottled books and vellum for about four thousand years or more.
After all, humans themselves cannot explain the long history of human beings today, especially the period before humans entered the cosmic sea of stars. Even the scholars of the empire can only estimate that Terra was 40,000 years ago from the feudal world without technology. situation.
However, no matter how many years pass, this fable will still be valid as long as the creatures in this world still follow their own interests.
The simpler and more direct it is, the closer it is to reality and eternity. Just like those cells that are not complicated, even primitive things can last almost forever. Without touching the subspace, almost only the most primitive things can do it. to eternal life.
This is why One-Eye loves those ancient maxims to the point of paranoia, and now he feels the effectiveness of these words again.
The war spread and burned in this place, and the contradictions born on the planet of the Mechanicus surprised One-Eye, but he could never imagine why the barges of the Mechanicus and the Imperial Navy were fighting each other.
But since he left that forging world, he has actually not left this place. Instead, he has parked the ship on the asteroid, waiting for the opportunity to come.
He has always been like this, he likes to hide and wait for opportunities, otherwise he would not be where he is today. He is becoming less and less like an orc, but he is getting closer and closer to victory.
"The Imperial Navy is at war with the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Ark of Omen's defenses are almost empty. Whether it's the human traitors or the Imperials, the shrimps have run out of ammunition and food. At this moment, I have to announce that we have got that big guy. ”
One Eye calmly said this to his boys, and the mining guys stopped their work.
"Are we moving?!" They looked at each other in disbelief, but the reality is that the Imperial Navy is evacuating its troops due to the war with the Mechanicus. This star system is burning, but for the orcs, they are not only Lucky and happy.
There are wars everywhere, all filled with flames and collapse, fighting and blood. They like violent beatings. If you want to rank the world that the orcs like, then the first one is fighting, and the second one is preparing good goods for war.
When the news reached this small place, the orcs became restless, picked up weapons, shouted waagh or other words of a tone, and moved forward with their own weapons or other things.
They may not know what plundering the Ark of Omen means, nor where they will go. That is all a matter for the war leader. If there is any shortcoming of a natural war machine like the orcs, it is that they rely too much on leaders. .
Leaders will shape their spirits, bodies, and souls, and strengthen their unity and will to fight. Even their bodies will change due to the new way of life. Nothing is more suitable for war than orcs, and nothing is more needed than them. Strong leaders.
One Eye's mission was very heavy, but he had already gotten used to it. He turned on the engine of the assault ship. The days of staying on this asteroid were over. There was not much oxygen and food left. If he didn't see the Imperial Navy in a few days, Leaving, he originally planned to end his waiting here early, but fate still favored him.
"It feels so good..." He felt the low roar of the engine, leaned against the wall made of fine gold, picked up the orc beer, fermented liquids from mushrooms and the like, and gurgled and enjoyed the various pleasures that the war gave him.
"Start the sublight engine." One Eye ordered, enjoying this sense of dominance.
"Then turn on the aligners."
An orc technician suddenly said. "We were hit in that area by the Gear Boys' shells, and our orthotics are no longer usable."
"What? We don't have that thing now?" One Eye choked for a moment, something seemed wrong with this assault ship...
"So, what's the status of the gyroscope and thrust reverser..." One Eye asked calmly, and the technician answered. "Oh, we have those things, but they were broken when we landed in that forging world last time."
One-Eye's movements became sluggish for a moment, and he rubbed his forehead. In fact, sublight movement is very fast. In addition, the Ark of Omen is not far from here. In order to enter the interior of the Ark anytime and anywhere, the asteroid point where the assault ship docks is very small. Near, then it also means one thing.
They knew that something here was broken, so they couldn't think of a way to open it, and now the main assault ship was moving at full speed, approaching the terrifying planet-sized spacecraft like a suicide missile.
"Slow down and turn off the engine!" he shouted. The Ark of Omen in front of him was no longer a powerful machine waiting for him to control, but a terrifying monster surrounding the electromagnetic cloud. Its gravity was constantly pulling the Orc's spaceship towards forward.
Moreover, One-Eye requires other orc warships to strictly follow his pace. The acceleration and deceleration are the same. As a result, the orc pilots in other transport aircraft will not slow down even if they feel something is wrong, and One-Eye cannot directly say this. The thing is, when other orcs also realize that their ship is broken, it is really broken.
But duty dictated that he turn on all communicators. "Everyone slow down and land normally. No need to follow me. Everyone slow down!" came the reply from the communicator. "Yes, boss, but what are you going to do?"
One Eye couldn't answer normally, he could only speak. "I want to try a new landing method to see if this can be done more efficiently..."
He turned off the communicator and watched gravity pull the ship forward, he said. "Boys, we're done. Grab your parachutes, jetpacks and everything."
His pilot said. "Well, our ship cannot be controlled without someone. If it falls towards the spacecraft, we will be crushed to death due to the strong wind speed and pressure when we jump out. This is sub-light speed..."
One-Eye cursed. "You can still dance if you don't tell me!" But he looked at those timid boys. After all, he was not one-eyed. A real one-eyed person would not care about a group of things...
"I'll sail the boat and you guys will jump."
said the other boys. "No, boss..."
One-Eye cursed. "This is the order from the war chief!" The boys obediently picked up their backpacks or parachutes.
One-Eye then picked up the rudder on the control panel, reduced the speed, and firmly pressed the drive clutch that slowed down the anti-gravity engine.
He thought that since things were like this, he would also play something exciting. He put on the jetpack and watched his boy slowly leave. He then pointed the landing point of the ship towards the huge hole and penetrated the entire battleship. The terrible wound is close.
Then he picked up Merovingian's memory black box and began to investigate the location inside the battleship. "Core, core..."
"Found it!" The space-traveling ship fell into the hole at this moment, and gravity pulled the transport plane closer to the asteroid-sized hole. Those cross-sections melted by the heat were like digging Mount Everest out of Terra, or even more exaggerated. The star's light cannot completely penetrate this area, making it appear dark.
Countless completely dissolved metals blocked the cross-section, holding the area in place like a thrombus, without continuing to collapse due to changes in mass, just like the pillars in the mine, but the one-eyed one couldn't tell it was Merovingian. The machine soul took the initiative to act like this or it was naturally caused by the attack of the volcano cannon.
"The shrimp stuff is really scary..."
He sighed, and put on the jet with holes in advance based on the proximity of the core of the Merovingian memory bank. Looking at the many problems on it, except that the jet nozzle was not blocked and the shoulder straps were relatively strong, There are problems outside, and then there are thoughts inside. "Don't think about it, don't think about it..."
Then chanted. "I think it can be used!"
Pressing the button, sizzling flames appeared behind the injector, and the sealed window opened. He looked at the transport plane that kept moving at high speed and put the black box in his pocket.
"What the hell..." He stared here, this huge dark abyss like a continental plate, where twisted subspace monsters were born due to the psychic remnants generated by the explosion of the Merovingian psychic engine. Those twisted and terrifying monsters were born here. Something surrounds this wound, licking the psychic remnants here and the souls of mortals who died instantly due to the war.
"Disgusting things." Because he often reads human books, One Eye may know as many secrets as an inquisitor. In most cases, only the oldest of the orcs can accurately describe what demons and subspace are. They can understand, and I know what it is, but I can't understand it systematically. That concept is buried in the genes of the orcs, not something they learned.
One-Eye is definitely an anomaly in this aspect, and therefore he likes that his identity as an orc allows him to taste the wisdom unscrupulously.
His love and admiration for Gan Mao was also strengthened by that knowledge. Although the two might be acquired gods created by the orcs' thoughts, and this universe would not be something created by Gan Mao's fight, he was very fond of it. clear.
The orcs can be so happy because of these two!
"Praise for me! I want waaaagh!" He jumped out crazily, and the fierce speed and pressure of the high-speed hurricane hit his cheeks. The green skin was distorted by it. The fierce power would be terrifying, if it weren't for his thick bones Extremely powerful, his body may have been broken due to stress, thanks to the fact that he is a war boss, an ordinary boy would definitely die, from being completely broken.
"Ahhhh!" Enduring the pain, it felt like a huge arm was pulling his body to crush him to death. He reluctantly put his body into a line, and the whole orc flew forward crazily, and then like a precise The bombs hit the interior of the battleship.
"What the fuck!" He saw it, and saw that the corridor in the core area was still not completely blocked by melted things. He slowly adjusted his body and slowed down the speed of the jetpack. There is no doubt that if he was born in the jump Bao Jun must also be a general.
"Here we are..." One Eye accurately prepared to pull up the raised platform area with his hands. He would soon get the spaceship, and then severely reprimanded his boys for not maintaining the assault ship properly!
The unmanned transport aircraft that could fly into the abyss was pulled by gravity and hit the interior of Merovingian on the right side below the One Eye. Metal collided and sparks flew everywhere. When the sublight speed engine of the transport aircraft touched the outside, a violent explosion occurred.
"Oops!" One-Eye immediately prepared to land. This position could not avoid the hot shock wave. He could only forcefully eat the explosion that burned his skin, but it could not seriously injure the orc to such an extent that it only gave him a layer of black. The lacquered skin color is somewhat similar to those of the war brothers of the Salamander Chapter...
"It hurts me so much!" One Eye cursed, and then continued forward, but it was raining all night, and the fuel leaking from his tattered flight backpack was ignited. One Eye immediately smelled that damn promethium burning The smell and the fireworks peeking out of the corner of the jar.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He hurriedly began to untie the backpack. When he used his saber to cut open the only sturdy belt inside the thing, he kicked the backpack far away, but the impact also caused the explosion to occur in advance. , roared with fierce power, and the scorching explosive impact completely stuffed One Eye into this evil spacecraft.
Then gravity began to make him fall. One-eyed was drowsy, but he woke up immediately after feeling the weightlessness. He had never hated gravity so much in his life, and when his thick green fingers grasped the bulge of the platform, For the first time in his life, One-Eye was grateful that his fingers were strong and hard, and could grip well.
He held the metal protrusion with his arm and exerted his strength. The small green tank pulled him up with all its strength. In front of him was a narrow tunnel with half the road closed by the cooled molten metal. He walked in and then walked in The root of the narrow tunnel saw his destination.
Merovingian's core is now glowing with brassy light, powerful power is floating around it, and its electronic voice of indeterminate gender also speaks to the One Eye. "Orc, do you have a part of me?"
One Eye said. "I'm here to bring you freedom, but we have to deal with the Imperial people together."
Merovingian replied. "Looks like I made the wrong bet on the Space Marines?"
One Eye answered. "No, they are good, powerful, and honorable, but the orcs are better than them, and you will get out of here." He inserted the data black box into the Merovingian interface, and the huge metal iron ring began to shake.
Merovingian paused for a moment, then answered. "Ally, welcome back, then how are you going to get me out of this place, my engine has..."
One Eye answered. "I want to make a huge jump engine, pull you and us into the waaagh position, and then project it directly to another star sector!"
This is a crazy plan, and in this dark universe, such crazy things can live comfortably, it is undeniable... Welcome to meet our 40k extreme sports expert ()
(End of chapter)