Chapter 189 The Vanguard War is over, the desperate situation
The orcs and humans stared at each other for a long time, like wild animals that were wary of seeing another beast. Perhaps in the eyes of the orcs, the Skadi were more like monsters than humans, or some other green-skinned tribe.
Weapons are held against each other, tit for tat, dragons and tigers. Since the Skadi people stood up for the emperor, their souls are destined to be intertwined with those orcs, chaotic, but full of meaning.
When the craziest murderous war in the universe has become the meaning of civilization's existence, the Chaos Gods are also happy to draw swords, load guns, weapons, blades, firearms, and many other things have been researched for this purpose.
Countless civilizations in this universe now only need war and killing. Even the thousands-meter-long war giants are just things that made this happen. They are the stage of the duel. Those who can melt fine gold, tear apart Weapons that break open iron blocks are just weapons that have evolved over tens of thousands of years of struggle.
It is no different from the knights who raised weapons to confront each other in medieval castles, except that the weapons were replaced by power sickles, chain saw axes, crossbows and throwing knives became bolt guns, gravity guns and many other things.
The fighting spirit has become more intense and even crazier over the course of tens of thousands of years. Alan Bayer was driven by those things to raise his weapons, hide in the cover of the battleship corridor, and shoot at the enemy.
The orcs now had to accept fire from both sides, loyalist counterattacks and more unpleasant things.
"Boss! We can't hold it any longer!"
The gravity gun jumped and fired, preparing to kill a few unlucky soldiers. The boss could shoot accurately, but his shooting was specially taken care of by Alan Bayer. When his shooting was "tempered" again and again, his anger made it difficult for him. Understand how the Xiami on the other side did it.
Even the best sniper he knew couldn't intercept and shoot in mid-air, but the human in front of him materialized complex things time and time again.
"Don't wait to cum, fight me, damn Xiami!" He couldn't help it, and cursed in vulgar low Gothic, but the answer was not an invitation to a duel, but a rather fatal heat. The ray is quite deadly even for his thick armor.
It melted his armor, penetrated his flesh and blood, and burned his body. If it were ordinary flesh and blood, it would probably burst in an instant.
"Rough skin and thick flesh." Sergeant Catachan accurately evaluated this point when he fired the shot. Everyone also knew that this was one of the few characteristics of the orcs. Other than that, they were probably just barbaric!
"Be careful, don't think wildly. Those aliens will die very quickly. If you do a good job of taking turns to shoot, our losses will not be zero." The staff officer calmly made various plans, but Alan Bayer just took out his gravity gun and whizzed. , whoosh, the strong force pulled the orcs behind the bunker, exposing those boys to the gun.
The Skadi veterans shot with trance, heat rays, beam carbines, and played colorful death songs. The orc boss watched as his armored boys became fewer and fewer, and his face became wary and distorted.
"Ah!" He fired, fiercely, and the gravity molecules were distorted, but so what, this time Alan Bayer directly hit his gravity ray into the muzzle of his gun.
"Boy, don't make your dirty gun so big. Pay more attention in the next life!" He said conceitedly. He should also comment like this. Among the hundreds of millions of people in this sector, there may not be a better sharpshooter than him, even if there is one. , that’s probably not human either.
Except for him, no one could treat an orc so arrogantly, especially the orc leader, and his advice was naturally harsh.
After the gravity gun in his hand emitted a strange color and buzzing sound, the orc boss' superhuman reflexes instantly threw the dangerous thing away. However, the biggest shortcomings of the orc equipment were poor safety and overload or safety issues. .
Someone once joked that the "explosion" of Orc equipment was part of its design, but now that uncontrollability has become a serious problem. Compared with the reliability of Imperial equipment, Orc weapons are complete bombs.
Even if the equipment had been released several meters away, the energy fluctuations generated by the strong explosion tore almost half of his body off, and the blood fell to the ground with a sizzling sound. Those filthy and disgusting things were mixed with several people around him. The Kid and his entire right-hand organization…
"Asshole..." The boss was angry. He raised his weapon and moved toward the opposite side with his armored body. The dopamine secreted by his body caused his huge body to move forward against the detonation beam. That kind of anger made the well-informed The captain couldn't help but feel sad.
"Lieutenant Colonel!" he warned Alan Bair, but he soon realized that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him did not dodge, but still fired calmly. Whoosh, whoosh, the heat ray hit the orc boss's body. There was a hole, and the emperor's rage penetrated the orc's body, punching the core of his body, that is, his heart.
And the orc charged in front of the imperial officer, with the anger splashing out, and the green-skinned blood overflowing from the wounds on his body, but the only answer he received was Alan Bair's action of stretching out his hand.
"That's enough, fall down." He exerted force with his arms, and the power scythe in his hand exerted force, hit, s... The sound of cracking thick fibers that made people's teeth was accompanied by the sound of festering steel, continued. He did not drive the destructive stance, but Rip the orc's heart out with sheer physical strength and power.
This action represents Alan Bayer's extremely high understanding of the orc's body. He can even know how to accurately grasp the heart of a three-meter-tall orc. It also means that his strength seems to have grown slightly.
The arm muscles bulged and looked thin, but the explosive power made the orc leader's chest hurt. That huge and arrogant figure faced Alan Bair, an ordinary man who was not very tall, only about 1.8 meters tall. I can feel my body losing its ability to pump blood.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, the scarlet heart of the orc kept beating in the air, and then fell to the ground, like a fish out of water, with the blood vessels above spraying scarlet body fluids, and breathing happily. Air.
Vitality, extremely vitality, but the orc boss who lost this vital organ only felt dizzy, and the lack of supply, oxygen, nutrition, suffocation and weakness made him feel like he was back when he was just born, small and shriveled. of that period.
Alan Bair's small body now raised his bright red arm to grab the ornament of the orc leader and pulled it down hard.
Bang!
The entire huge body was kneeling on the ground, and his drowsy eyes looked at the Imperial Guard officer who had to kneel on the ground to be as tall as him, full of confusion and fatigue.
"Goodbye, orcs."
Bang!
The projectiles and penetrations hit the orc's brain accurately. What was originally a ball of paste dissipated and turned into red and white all over the deck. This orc boss and orc pirate, who was once a nightmare for tens of billions of human civilizations, once made The monster that had killed countless loyalists was now just a weak loser.
He wiped the blood with his clothes, and the stinky stuff stained the uniforms of the imperial officers. He sprayed the remaining boys with guns, leaving holes, filth, and blood. Alan Bair just picked up the command tool on the chest of the orc leader. Communicator, open that thing skillfully.
"Hello? It's an orc. Your boss is dead. I killed him. He was killed by humans. Your invasion force is also finished. Are you going to die next, or are you going to die somewhere no one knows? Fight with each other, feel free to do that, though.”
Alan Bayer looked at the time display on the battleship, and it was blurry. "If you don't leave this space for five minutes, everyone will die." He put down the communicator, crushed the alien creature, and ended the opening song of this war.
This was not a request, but an order. When these words were transmitted from the communicator to the orc warship, the orcs in the communication channel were all confused.
When the first orc realized that he could be the boss, he commanded his warship to fire cannons at the flagship. Then a chain reaction occurred, and the entire orc warship was in order, or could barely be regarded as orderly. The crowd instantly turned into a colosseum.
The Imperial Guard withdrew at the juncture of the war. The orcs had no overall perspective. To be precise, most of the orcs did not. For them, they did not know the definition of this war and invasion.
In their eyes, killing and plundering like this, who is the boss? Three points. When one of these three points is unstable, the orcs will turn into the most advanced primitive tribe, using those sophisticated and rough equipment to carry out the most primitive task in the universe. Power grabbing methods, violence.
The curtain created by the orcs biting each other became a buffer zone for the Imperial Guard. Those things were now indistinguishable from friend to foe, good and bad, and the pace of the Red Corsairs was slowed down by this huge brawl spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.
This victory was beautiful. The Imperial Navy only lost dozens of destroyer classes, in exchange for the loss of hundreds of enemy battleships, but the following war would not be so easy.
The navy wiped the deck, and the command headquarters kept reporting good news. The wind of victory was tilting towards the Imperial Guard, but in the huge void, the rows of enemies did not stop.
Even a battle loss ratio of 1/10 is not distressing for the Red Pirates' mercenary troops, and there is no so-called morale loss. Originally, the aliens only used money to do things, but now they not only waste the Imperial Guard's manpower, but also don't have to pay. .
In turn, the loss of ten destroyers is a battleship size that can be compensated for by decades of continuous construction for the empire. Not to mention the tens of thousands of loyalists on board, even a destroyer is only one kilometer long.
Moreover, the warships of the Imperial Navy are the highest-level masterpieces of the Empire except for those black technologies. They are different from those metal engines that the orcs can build in a few months and sink into the void like dumplings.
But even if they just eliminated a few mercenaries, the Imperial Navy's channel would magnify the incident without limit to boost the morale of the troops. The scene of the orcs fighting among themselves also became a strange scenery.
The Bordero was docked for maintenance due to damage. Interestingly, the Iron Gate has now become the home base of many Imperial adventurers and explorers, because this location is close to the edge of the star field. During the subspace storm, the Imperial Guard was Exploring the temporary paths that exist within the Warp Storm offers a huge bounty.
Coupled with the false fortune-making experience of a certain traitorous rogue trader, and the Imperial Guard's need for civilian cargo transportation to provide supplies, more and more ordinary people settled in this asteroid full of stories.
And they became part of the maintenance of the Imperial Navy. Although it was useless, it was better than nothing. However, those desperadoes were not soldiers. They needed entertainment, and taverns and residential areas were built one after another.
Just like the emergence of the famous city of San Francisco in the Ancient Terra era, some people were digging for gold, while others were selling shovels and opening hotels. Although no one of the madmen who went to explore subspace came back, this place became a small trading port.
In just one year, things were turned upside down. Alan Bayer walked into a simple tavern with a small neon sign in a narrow place. This was one of the few rests and recreations he had after getting off the ship.
He was wearing a windbreaker to cover his military uniform, smelling the smell of alcohol, the chaotic people and the air of a desperado. "Have some Snake Wine, and then add Parasin, Goro Steak, and an Empire Times."
The boss is a middle-aged man, his two arms have been completely replaced by machines, and there are wounds on his cheeks. Who knows what he has experienced, and Alan Bayer is obviously not here for the first time.
"Didn't you bring your young man with you this time?" He handed over the drink.
Alan Bair took a sip. "Isn't he about the same age as me?"
The boss replied. "You guys have different temperaments. You should be about the same age as me. At least I can feel it after chatting with you."
Suddenly, the boss's arm began to twitch. "Sorry, it's the same old habit."
Alan Bair did not answer, because it seemed that the two people were chatting, but in fact the boss was using his prosthetic body to perform concise Catachan sign language. This set of sign language could not express many things, but it could also roughly understand a lot. matter.
After watching the "performance", Alan Bayer began to eat, seemingly like an ordinary guest, and even asked worriedly. "Is it necessary to maintain the machine soul?"
Then he began to deal with the current situation. First, the Astra Militarum, or the Inquisition, used their own "means" to "incite" a companion of the Ronin.
Brainwashing, potions, all kinds of things, maybe not even arranging to invite him to tea on unfounded charges, just letting the assassins climb up the window of the traitor's manor.
The power of a huge empire cannot be underestimated, let alone an empire with no lower limit.
The available information can only be described as desperate. The currently invading Red Pirates are only 30% of the total fleet. The world called Mahadrea, the entire Pangia sub-sector and the Maelstrom are all under the control of the Black Heart King. .
A huge legion, a steady stream of supplies, and countless execution capabilities of the Victory Empire. If the Black Heart King's only weakness is that the center of his power structure is only himself. So many armies rely on semi-mercenary and semi-affiliated methods to collect them. The people who came under the orders listened to the instructions but not the propaganda, so they could only act in batches.
But even so, its scale is extremely large. The scale of the traitors gathered by Huron's power is unprecedented. The main reason is that after entering the subspace, he took away many of the affiliates of the Black Legion...
He is not picky about food, and he will accept any servants that Abaddon doesn't like, and will provide them with military power that matches their abilities! This alone can make many people excited, and there is also the issue of uncertain time in subspace. God knows how long the Red Pirates have been operating in subspace.
A year outside may be a hundred years inside!
He could only be described as a true dictator who spanned hundreds of thousands of light years. Alan Bayer drank the snake wild wine and thought this thing was particularly cool. (End of chapter)