Chapter 188 When he jumped in, the alien was defeated
For Alan Bair, this gang-hopping was the greatest arrogance of those aliens, challenging the most powerful force of the Imperial Guard.
"Staff, can you confirm the landing location?"
The staff officer replied. "It is expected to be the power room."
Alan Bair cursed. "Is there a place for them? Ask the privates to open fire and force them into the hangar."
the staff officer yelled. "Private, fire from the west, ask them to change direction!"
The sound coming from the communicator made the boy who was on the battlefield for the first time even more anxious. Not to mention that he had not been trained to use this short-range anti-aircraft automatic cannon based on the Empire's standard model. It was his first time to intercept a high-speed forward. Ork torpedo ship.
"Fire control...aiming...munitions..."
"Damn! Where are the ornaments?"
Sweat fell down with his military uniform. This is also Skadi's current situation. As long as you are an individual, you have to work. An infantry regiment of 10,000 people is too small, and there are too few special positions. Due to the constraints of the Holy Code, the empire The cooperation between the Navy and the Imperial Land Forces cannot be said to be poor, but not at all.
In order to ensure that damn command level, Skadi's only group, which often leads to various special operations, is used as a few people every day.
Only our own people can rest assured. This is not only Skadi's current sorrow, but also the empire's sorrow. The urgent voices coming from the communicator forced the private to press the firing button.
Click, click, fire normally, even with good accuracy, so much so that it instantly penetrated two torpedo boats. Because of the simple structure of the orcs and the combustion of the engine, the narrow place could explode instantly and turn into fireworks.
The defense rows inside the battleship also hindered the orcs from approaching their original expected destination, and turned it into the hangar that the Skadi people expected, but why did Alan Bair choose this place? The reason is also very simple. As one of the flagships, Bordeaux may not be excellent in weapons and equipment, but its advantage is not actually force.
When the orcs' tattered heavy metal stage smashed into the vast and spacious equipment, the equipment with huge drill bits in the front section buzzed and roared, drilling through the adamantine wall, sparks flying everywhere, after the roar of gears and restless mechanical engines, the front section of the drill bit Open.
This quiet place was illuminated by the flickering light of the originally bright promethium lamps, and a large number of vehicles were wrapped in oilcloth to reduce the cost of maintenance.
But those orcs came slowly with their impetuous bodies and messy weapons, roaring heavy metals or other annoying things. They took off their equipment, huffing and puffing, noisy, annoying and deadly.
Hospitality has always been one of the traditions of the Skadi people, and the same goes for dealing with uninvited guests. Among the mechanical souls sleeping in the hangar, individual machines do not have a dark side. For example, the honor of the 113th Falakxia Regiment, Imperial Blade!
The huge Emperor's poison blade, boom! Exploding, collapsing, destroying, the power of the accelerating cannon and the main rocket launcher instantly wiped out the invading troops, but the two main guns were not enough to destroy the greenskins. More and more torpedo ships crashed into Boulder. Will Luo's body, those blasphemous alien things, become a nightmare for the Imperial Guard...?
Large-caliber storm bombs roared and hot melt burst out. Nightmares are always based on insufficient weapons and insufficient power. Those greenskins thought they were terrible, but the Skadi people who faced countless enemies only felt that They are very cute.
The giant Titan Knight rises from the ground. The ensign has been lying here for a long time. The soul of war that once worked for the citizens of the empire is noisy on the dust!
Shooting, shooting, screaming, death, continuous, the second lieutenant operated the machine to keep violently exterminating, and the Imperial people wished that all the greenskins were extinct, no matter when!
Hatred, hatred guides this torn and dying empire to swing its blade at all its enemies, all the time, every moment, every second...
Humanity has gone through too much in history, and those hatreds are entrenched in explosive bombs and chain saws, spewing out on the orcs, killing and killing.
"Heresy, alien! Alien!"
"Kill those greenskins! For the Emperor!"
"For the Empire!"
Amidst the calls, there are still heretics who comment that the human empire of this era has fallen into hopeless racism, but Alan Bayer only sees that at this moment, the Skadi people do not care about skin color, race, name, etc. The Asians on ancient Terra, the Europeans, Africans, and the brown-skinned Americans are all working hard for the emperor's goal. All humans who are still alive today are roaring to regain the galaxy that belongs to mankind. .
Regardless of race, ethnicity, language, or culture, as long as they say "for the emperor," they will gather, but people often comment that the empire is hopeless.
It is the universe that is hopeless, not humanity that is hopeless. In this dark universe, at the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization, people have overcome the barriers of race, culture, writing, language, belief, history, and religion. , come together and unleash their wrath on the enemies of mankind.
It's just that, they think... we think, to seize their own honor and light, their own galaxy or universe, has it become paranoid and crazy now?
Even the poor hive residents who don't understand the long and great history of mankind know that they shot at the aliens in order to survive. That kind of hatred is deep in the bone marrow, buried in them during the betrayal 20,000 years ago. Iron Man, aliens, heretics, they All deserve to die, traitors, they are all traitors.
The universe is dark and terrifying, deep and boundless. As long as you have seen the sharp teeth of the void, you will no longer care about the color of your compatriots, what food they eat, and what they like.
As long as he believes in humanity and the Emperor, that's enough!
"Launch, launch, break flesh and blood, destroy armor!" the captain roared.
The Skadi people want the green-skinned alien tissues to permeate the air, and then be inhaled, digested, and discharged, which is the best way to deal with them.
Blood filled the place, and the entire hangar was wet with alien blood. Minced meat and craters were everywhere. Skadi's soldiers and Falakxia compatriots relished the pleasure of cleaning the green-skinned corpses with flames.
But not all greenskins in this dark void act according to the meaning of the Imperial Guard. Alan Bair has been paying attention to the movements of the torpedo boats, from sweeping and dividing, most of the orcs entered the hangar, until he noticed his prey start.
"Well, staff, look at it." He pointed at the thing locked on the monitor. It was a...
Well, the red one has a lot of metal and additional modifications. Is that the speaker? Is this emptiness? ! The chief of staff looked unhappy. "What is this?"
The empire is in a state of consumption and urgency all the time. In the eyes of the staff of the Imperial Guard, the transformation of the Orks is a waste serious enough to be shot, and this thing is obviously not a normal Orc torpedo ship.
"It is approaching the command area, and it is bigger. Is it the mount of the war boss?"
Alan Bair nodded. "That's right, let's not support the armory, let's go to the bridge!"
Skadi's remaining elites seem to be moving forward with sharp knives, but unfortunately, our mousemen can only stay in the kitchen to prepare dinner for the brothers who are fighting hard, because although the Astropath and Navigator look "gentle", they can The psyker is destined not to be a fuel-efficient lamp. When he steps into the bridge, the ability of the untouchable is enough to make the two cores that maintain the operation of the battleship madly emit psychic lightning or flames.
He boiled his efforts, but on the bridge, the invasion of the orcs came later. The cannon fire on the bridge was strafed, and the captain looked at the flashing light on the auspicious device.
"The enemy actually attacked here?!"
The bridge not only has huge firepower and a thickened deck for collision equipment, it must be impossible, but the orcs have always liked to regard the impossible as possible. When the red torpedo boat avoided countless strafing shots, it then fired at The collision on the bridge made the elites of the Imperial Navy feel their heads buzzing.
This was the case in those almost impossible situations. The orcs were crashing into the bridge crazily. The fine gold and blades on the thick thickened deck were not vegetarian, and the torpedo ship was even more ruthless.
Two tattered melta guns protruded from the front of the drill. Normally, it would be difficult to melt thick armor shields in space with melta of that intensity, but Ork technology always gave the Astra Militarum all kinds of unexpected surprises.
Hissing, buzzing, the drilling equipment made the battleship deck reveal a hint of red, which was unpleasant, but the loyal gold of the empire actually made a mournful sound in response. The captain showed a heartbroken and unhappy expression, and the orc's penetration also Followed.
"Damn alien!" The first mate took out his Seiko Bolt Pistol and shot at the orc's protruding drill. This torpedo ship did not fare too well. In order to break through the thick metal, the hot melt on it even caused the drill bit and the hull to break. All were damaged, the internal systems seemed to lack the ability to overheat, and the entire ship glowed a shocking red.
The first mate's bullet grazed the thick metal on the skin of the orcs who came out of the torpedo ship, and then created sparks of metal. To the orcs, the angry shooting of the elites of the Imperial Navy was just a joke.
The war leader looked at the frightened Imperial Navy with a smile. At least he thought so. The humans he saw all died of fear. At least this had always been the case in his short war career. He had never seen those who were The bosses of my tribe have emphasized this canned thing countless times, and now I have seen it when I joined the Red Pirates, but that's all.
He even killed one himself. Although it was for the bounty, he still felt that it was not a good thing. At least it was not as intense as the war when he got his current position.
"Good day, shrimps, I'm here to kill you!" The restless heavy metal drum beats and the wailing cheers of the orcs were mixed together. On the battleship command point, which represents the empire's absolute rationality, on the bridge, with wild Playing random songs.
But soon, the boss noticed that the imperial heroes here didn't care at all about his greatness and power. They just raised their weapons and fired volleys indifferently.
After all, the Imperial Navy here has not only seen strong winds and waves, but has only traveled through a small half of the Emperor's Limit Star Territory. For them, face to face with the orcs is nothing, compared to the countless monsters and fantastic scenery in the infinite void. It's almost impossible to compare.
Only the war leader withstood the hail of bullets and shouted to the imperial navy. "Aren't you afraid of me?!"
The captain was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Do you have melta grenades?"
The first mate took out a small weapon of strong destruction. As for the captain, he would rather let the Bordero be injured rather than have the aliens pollute her interior, so he had no choice but to do this.
The Imperial Navy is full of martial virtues and has strong firepower. The members here are all warriors. Although they may not be proficient in combat, they are not afraid.
"For the Emperor, Alien!" The captain threw the hot melt, and the bomb would melt the fine gold and damage his battleship. But compared to the invasion of the orcs, this wound became worthless.
Such tactics and firepower are mixed with bravery and the equipment level bonus of the Imperial Navy Command. The people here are all imperial elites. The worst are explosive weapons, and the higher-end ones include electromagnetic flintlock guns. , a uranium-burning flintlock gun, a "toy" favored by imperial nobles.
Although the actual combat effect is not good, it is powerful and can instantly defeat thick enough armor. It is also easier to hit in the narrow distance of the bridge.
"Damn Xiami..." The orc boss couldn't deny it. His rhythm was disrupted. The flintlock gun penetrated his shoulder armor, blood overflowed, and the hot melt explosion made the terrain worse. The orc boy was exposed in the adamantine bunker. outside.
His breath became chaotic, and his huge body was, well, more filled with anger than pain. Angry at Xiami for making him so unbearable, he stepped on his stereo and crushed the big treasure made of scrap metal.
"Come and see my big baby!" Dirty gun, an oversized gun, with a rifle that imitates the powerful gravity rays of the dark ages of mankind, whether it is a Space Marine, a Terminator armor, or a Lemanus, as long as it hits the driver members, they will be crushed into mincemeat by the increased gravity, a terrifying weapon!
The strange weapon painted red has a terrifying and strange core. The twisted sharp teeth and fangs make it difficult to distinguish anything other than the muzzle. It is also his solo Gita!
Sizzle, buzz, roar, launch! The core of the whisper emits a strange dark green light, bursting towards the captain...
And that kind of power, just brushing against the command platform of the battleship, will make the metal on the platform dent. If it touches a human body, it will be bloody and bloody in an instant...
And the ray kept moving forward, like a deadly torrent, and the captain was indeed old. He had taken away countless enemies, and he did not regret his life. He raised his weapon, just wanting to let the alien take away his life again. A rotten piece of meat.
But the Emperor needs him, the Skadi people need him, the Bordero needs him, or Alan Bair needs him. Before death comes, the small black hole involved in the gravitational rays twists and pulls the gravity of the orcs, causing them to A storm arose in the narrow space inside the battleship, with documents and various small objects flying everywhere...
And the instigator of this incident, Alan Bayer, raised his pistol. "Boy, why don't you fight with a guy about your age?"
If human beings continue to be entangled in race, sexual orientation, and ideology, they will eventually become one of the countless "alien" that are destroyed by the "Empire" without even a name.
(End of chapter)