NABC Chapter 363 Green Orc, Red Orc, Black Orc
Chapter 363 Green Orc, Red Orc, Black Orc
Yifeng stepped back, shook his body three times in a row, and covered his face with his arms.
Bei Weijun looked at the division commander strangely.
Yifeng chuckled, the winner was indeed not there.
At this time, the winner had already explored a certain slave owner's palace.
By the way, a lock was placed on their treasure house, so that a large number of elite guards were killed without even touching the weapons.
The winner wants to know the offensive habits of the Red Torrent, especially the style of attack when attacking the palace. The Forbidden Army is always on guard against anyone's betrayal.
He walked around the palace and then heard a unified alarm on the planet.
"Everyone, retreat." The highest authority of the Forbidden Army ordered.
A moment later, the palace exploded, carved buildings bloomed in the sky, and an ion storm similar to the void shield overload swept across the entire area.
Within a few kilometers of the palace, only the Adamantine Warriors and the Imperial Guards survived.
The winner was very unhappy. He didn't discover this trap. The palace below was completely isolated from the palace above. Not only was there no sound, there was no vibration.
Just as the Adamantine Warriors reorganized, on the other side of the planet, a mechanical palace floated from the sea. It looked very Mechanicus on the outside, but it looked exactly like a palace on the inside.
Sitting on the throne was the slave owner who had been assassinated and died. With a shout, slaves from all over the planet were gathering towards the mechanical palace, "working together to resist the attack of alien enemies".
"'Gao Huos' is back, he is unkillable, praise Gao Huos!"
However, what he has to face is the wrath of the winner.
The Custodes were completely enraged.
Those who can survive on their own in this dangerous galaxy are not weak, but the Imperial Guard stands at the top of reality.
The mechanical palace was infiltrated by the winner a few hours later. He was faster than the group of "rescuing" slaves. The comprehensive air and sky suppression of the red torrent gave the troops the ability to quickly launch them anywhere in the world. .
The winner's landing was silent, and his infiltration was beyond anyone's imagination. He sneaked through intricate mezzanines, drilled into pipes filled with highly toxic gases, and followed cable tubes to the most secret places in the palace.
He discovered that the place with the most abundant energy supply in the entire palace was not the void shield or some large defensive laser cannon.
Is it a transmission array?
Thinking this, the winner tore open the metal plate with cutting fire and jumped down.
There are dots of frost blue light from the indicator lights in the darkness. The Forbidden Army's enhanced vision is much stronger than that of the Primaris warriors. In his eyes, this is an extremely heretical place.
Biological culture tanks are erected in rows. There are thousands of 'Gao Huos' here, and the slave masters are endless.
memory? He doesn't need that kind of thing, he is 'High Horse' and that's enough.
All the initial templates are from the state of the slave owner when this plan was started. Each one is the slave owner who is 180 years old and in his prime.
He was so ambitious that he thought his rule would be secure forever.
However, he witnessed the death of his father. An equally ambitious guy eventually turned into a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death. The whole society fell into a downturn as his state changed. What followed were assassinations, fratricide, and high school. ·Hoss started thinking about it all from that moment on.
In the end, he made a terrible decision and killed himself.
Each cell is squirming in the culture fluid, and has been cultivated by the science and technology officer to become a clone. The memory flows through the rough mechanical equipment. The level of technological degradation in their world is not bad, and they can barely implant the same memory into the replica.
Each one was so ambitious, and the planet prospered under his rule, and then, before the replica became numb, weak, and cold, his lifespan limit would kill him.
The next energetic clone starts things over again.
The winner took a cursory glance and found that forty-six of the four hundred and sixty-one biological culture tanks were empty. Poor technology, stupid ideas.
A remnant soul that died thousands of years ago is still echoing on this planet.
This planet was dead, completely dead, before the forty-six slave masters ruled it.
Now, grant him new life, under the Emperor's watchful eye.
The winner raised his hand, there was no need for any hidden sneak attack.
He didn't even bother to inject a virus into the mechanical system to paralyze their defense and alarm systems, and directly dismantled them.
The cutting fire was held horizontally, but the bloody battle ax on it was removed and an "ordinary" (for the Forbidden Army) war blade was installed. The winner raises his arms horizontally, with blood in one hand and cutting fire in the other, just enough to cut through the left and right rows of modified cans at the same time.
Running wildly all the way, the fire control system could only detect vague black shadows, and the turning speed of the defensive turret could not keep up with the winner.
.....
An hour later, adamantine warriors descended from the sky, penetrated the ceiling of the palace, and fought with medium tactical tanks and palace guards, completely killing the remaining slave master.
Beneath the throne, they found hundreds of corpses of slave owners.
The winner sat on the pile of corpses, tinkering with a strange object.
No one asked any questions, and the Imperial Guards did whatever they wanted.
This slave planet has completely fallen into a state of ownerlessness, and their minds have not yet been liberated. If the red torrent wants to take over this world, it must start from the next generation. These slaves who have no money for life-extending surgery will be able to live to the age of sixty. The moment they lose production capacity is the day they die. It would be much simpler to directly train the next generation to take over using scientific and cultural ideas.
However, this is not our territory, and the Ultramarines will take care of everything.
Over the past hundreds of years, the wealth accumulated by slave owners has been looted. Although the world can still maintain efficient production and large output, the previous history has been completely severed, both ideologically and materially.
Yifeng and the Beiwei soldiers whispered something that the imperial army could not hear, and then happily ran to the kitchen next to the warehouse. There are two great joys in life. Watching the warehouse full, his cooking skills are getting better and better.
Don't ask, my white scarred children are all very artistic. Those who cook are called cooks. Chefs are artists of food!
The winner's figure was like a ghost, suddenly appearing next to Yifeng.
"Ouch! You scared me, the winner is back, come and try my Kelan stir-fried Langjuxu rock mutton."
The winner glanced at the cauldron, said nothing, and casually threw a small, delicate alloy ball to Yifeng.
"Hey, hey, don't hit people in the face." The Forbidden Army was so fast that Yifeng thought the winner was going to punch him, because he was really hit hard by a round thing on the face.
The big white-scarred man who accepted the gift with his face jumped up on the spot.
"Shield."
???
Several teeth fell together with the small ball, and were firmly caught by Yifeng's broad palm. Then, a mysterious force unfolded, and a barrier appeared within a distance of two meters from Yifeng.
Physical barriers.
It's almost like a relic. It's really surprising that the planetary governor can possess this ancient relic, but considering that it was a traitor from the Five Hundred Worlds, it's very reasonable.
Maybe it was because of this ball that you chose to rebel, right?
Ouch, the mutton is burnt.
Serve it up and don’t waste food.
Xiaolan~~~The teacher personally cooks to celebrate your triumph~~~
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Waaaagh!!!
The Storm Star Territory has become a paradise for green skin carnival.
Countless greenskins are waaagh in the galaxy, and simple but powerful missiles are speeding on various planets. You can't even tell whether the huge "flying iron rod" with the orcs sitting on it is a missile or a rocket carrier of the Evil Sun Clan.
The savage Ku Juji collided with the violent Super Jump. The big guy of the Gough clan carried an ax and moved forward to meet countless poisonous mushroom bombs thrown by the Snakebite clan.
The super-large battleships of the Bad Moon Clan are floating in the sky. They actively contact the big tech masters of various forces and use their best and biggest teeth to buy the best equipment, but the best part will never be delivered to them.
The boss of the Deathskull clan and the Deathskull genius who is best at stealing is wandering in this star field.
The biggest, coolest, most dazzling and Waaagh equipment that was stolen, I am afraid only the intelligence agents of the Blood Ax Clan know where it is.
The Forge World of Baka completely fell, and the Baka fleet tried its best to load the people on battleships and transport them away. They were wandering in the universe, not knowing where to go.
White Scar's expedition fleet is not far from here. They are adjusting their course to deal with the greenskins. They are very professional.
Three huge Waaaaagh collided together. There were so many materials in the Baka Forge World. The boys threw away the tattered weapons in their hands with disgust and rushed towards the huge "metal planet" excitedly.
At the same time, the fleets in the sky were engaged in a bloody war, and it was too difficult for the greenskins to hold a leadership meeting, especially since the boss of the Gough clan was here, the clan that loved fighting the most among all the clans.
When the battle was in full swing, there was a loud noise in the sky and artillery explosions made their debut!
A space Gangaat tore open a rift in the subspace. During the days of crossing the subspace, the Goons and the boys used their clever ideas all the time to constantly transform this giant space "war machine".
Those fragments of green-skinned warships that were hastily collected during the war and relied on magnetic adsorption have been completely integrated on it, and "the flesh and blood have become solid and reliable."
These fragments are now taken over by the blasted Waaaagh energy circle. Every inch of the skin is so hard, and strangely shaped turrets stand upright. Each of them has expelled ferocious demons.
In countless battles with demons, this space Gangaat becomes more and more like Gorge himself. The resemblance is so strong that Waaaagh energy is so strong that even a thin metal plate seems indestructible, unlike The place is asking for its own blessings.
By the time this Gangart broke out of the subspace, all the large battleships and battle moons around it were eclipsed.
There were even big tech masters who thought this was the real Brother Go and knelt down on the spot, kneeling down towards the super battleship that could reach the stars and the moon.
The bomb used the method that best explains its name to stop this super-large battle that affected several galaxies.
Space Gangart raised his incredibly huge fist and slowly opened it.
Before the armor on his palm faded away, Pao Biao couldn't wait to press the huge red button.
In the palm of the hand, there was no change, except that a large, pure round hole suddenly appeared, the size of which almost covered the entire palm.
The armor on the palm completely disappeared, and there was no trace of light in the dark muzzle.
However, wherever the palm of his hand touched, all the battle moons exploded, and the huge iron-headed battleship automatically disintegrated. This weapon was beyond the range of visible light. The greenskin only thought that this was the supreme power of Brother Mao, and hurriedly knelt down to pay homage to him. of gods.
The technical masters all turned against him almost at the same moment, believing that Pao Biao was the boss worth following.
The boss of these three giant Waaaaghs used all his courage to stand up straight and look at the invincible giant Gangaat in space.
More large warships of the Pao Zha clan jumped out, and they were laughing wildly. Even if they faced three giant Waaaaghs, the boys still had no fear. When they met, they opened up their firepower, perfectly implementing the concept of Pao Zha.
The biggest explosion!
The space Gangaat moved. It looked like it was walking on its feet, but in reality it was pushed by thousands of super-large engines behind it. The tail flames of the engine are colorful, like the super powerful sacred light when Goge comes.
In the eyes of its opponents, it is "Goge" walking towards them on "colorful auspicious clouds".
The battlefield was blazing with flames, but no greenskin had the courage to shoot at the space Gangaat. The passionate exchange of fire with the large battleship behind the bombardment continued until the bombardment approached a giant ship.
"It stretched out its fist." - The last words of a green-skinned boss.
This time, the huge fist is not open, and every joint is filled with rams removed from various battleships. You can see various imperial living saints, goddesses of revenge, ancient myths, sky eagles, and Gorge heads. , Eldar Spikes...
These collision angles flashed the light of decomposing positions.
A giant battleship was directly penetrated on the spot, and the firelight shone on "Brother Go's head."
Then, the fist completely separated from Space Gangaat, and the firelight of hundreds of super-large rocket thrusters lit up behind it.
This is the real flying iron fist!
Countless missiles hit it, but the entire Iron Fist surface seemed to be covered with a layer of decomposition stance. The psychic boss was thinking that his "car" was indestructible.
After the big fist punched through the "Super Death Gogo Big Pants" and the "Invincible Iron Fang", it flew to the middle of the three giant ships that were jumping gangs with each other.
A second sun appears in the galaxy.
Every Grot, Brat, and even the Big One felt like the greenskins had reached the pinnacle of their career, taking part in one of the most Waaaagh explosions in the world.
Have you ever heard of shock waves in space?
The explosion of the Flying Iron Fist instantly evaporated countless green skins. The "vaporized green skin gas" filled with roasted mushrooms spread outwards, and a translucent wave could be seen spreading outwards in space.
Three battleships that looked like green-skinned heads were each "bitten" by the ultra-high temperature, and half of the ships dissipated.
A Waaaaagh at the spiritual level resounded throughout the battlefield, and the roar of the artillery explosion set off huge waves of psychic energy in the subspace.
Space Gangart, who had lost his big iron fist, stretched out his bare arms, and the mixed chain of magnetism and gravity dragged the wreckage of the three giant ships over. The technician boys jumped out with shouts and carried welding guns, and welded the garbage to each other. Together.
From a distance, this huge mechanical creation that looks like Goge seems to be wearing a power drill.
The three war lords used the loudest war cries to maintain their own morale, but the effect was very bad. Before they could face those ships that were completely frightened and defected, the bombardment launched another attack.
Pao Biao opened his big mouth, and endless meteorites spewed out of the warehouse. However, this time, they were all carried by his favorite members of the Death Skull clan. These scavengers could not wait to take them away. precious materials floating in space.
The three giant Waaaghs almost joined forces to fight the bombs, but there was also a super boss present.
The War Lord of the Deathskull clan watched all this.
Nothing it likes can escape from his hands, not to mention that all the green boys are looking at the space Ganggart that is rampaging in the universe with stars in their eyes, just like Gorge is still alive.
"It will win, I can see it." From the side, a psychic boss spoke. It is already the most prestigious orc under the war lord.
"If I can replace them, the world will be mine." The war lord smiled sadly. Robbery and scavenging were what the Deathskull clan was good at, but stealing was what this boss was most proficient in.
Steal that huge space Gangaat, steal the power, steal their Waaaagh energy circle.
The moment Paozhao was promoted to the leader of this green-skinned martial arts conference, it was time for him to take action.
"Retreat and inform the lunatic of the Snakebite clan." Lord Deathskull took off his monocle, wiped it, and put it back on.
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The advance of the Red Flood was finally blocked, not by those rebellious, demonized, and alien-enslaved worlds, but by the most fanatical Astartes Chapter in our entire Empire - the Black Templars.
The expeditionary forces of these guys are everywhere, and they are completely opposite to the red torrent.
We are happy to use the Think Tank, believing that the Emperor is a great figure, and we are trying our best to help him return to the world, kill the state religion, save humanity as much as possible, and manage his own territory.
The Black Templars fully follow the Emperor's orders and are not allowed to use any psykers to support formations and think tanks. Even navigators and astropaths are subject to strict scrutiny. However, they are indeed full supporters of the Emperor. , even fanatics, and therefore obeyed every order the Emperor ever gave, launching a never-ending crusade against all enemies of Mankind across the galaxy.
These fanatical believers have no territory of their own. They are a true ship-based battle group, wandering in the starry sky. Anyone can ask for help from them, but there is no guarantee of support. They have to go through a series of complicated judgments to confirm whether you have been corrupted. , how much value...
But because of their relationship with fanatic believers and the state religion's request for help, they responded quickly and were willing to die in the Holy Land.
His first chapter master was Sigismund, the Emperor's Champion and the first Astartes. Later, the title of Emperor's Champion fell to the Chosen, who were inspired by the Emperor. Participate in the ceremony and put on the armor left by Sigismund. After wearing it, this sacred armor of faith and the black sword will transform him into the true blade of the Emperor.
The terrifying thing about this chapter is that the connection with the Emperor is extremely close, and the Chosen Ones emerge one after another. Imagine that Kazanev died in the fiercest battlefield, and within a few years another Chosen One appeared, wearing the The Holy Armor continues to fight, die, fight, die....
So outrageous.
They possess a Glory Queen-class battleship, the Imperial Fists' Eternal Crusade.
Yifeng was unwilling to provoke this group of fanatical believers, but the order given by the regent was to recover the five hundred worlds. Now, a company of the Black Templar is cooperating with the Astra Militarum to attack one of the five hundred worlds, which is now the Demon Planet.
The warriors of the Red Torrent need to show their face and prove that they are involved in this battle of recapture.
Yifeng looked at the Eternal Mountain with a complicated expression.
Old man, it's not that I really don't want you to fix it. It's true that the times have come and you have to go out with Kazanev.
The number of the First Company dropped to 800 after many battles. This was not because there were not enough personnel, but because the damaged Terminator armor took too long to repair.
The people who came to preside over this war were the priests of the Black Templar. We don’t know what the organization of their priests is, and we don’t dare to ask.
They are wielding the death blade at the demons with the highest fanaticism. A team of battle nuns is covering the flanks. The witchcraft of the chaos demons covers the sky. The metal under their feet flows strangely, and the vortex twists everything into unpredictable ways. Metal storm environment.
The priest's "spiritual communication" was not wrong. The closer he moved forward, the stranger everything around him became. The direction pointed by the emperor was exactly where the culprit of the planet's corruption was.
The Black Templars don't know what it is like to turn this planet into such an artifact of chaos, but every warrior has absolute confidence. I can realize when I see it that I can destroy it.
The whole planet is like a ball of cheese suffering from Parkinson's disease. It seems soft, but the tremors below set off smooth waves. In fact, this planet is extremely hard. For example, the vortex under the feet of the warriors has not swept away the Astartes at all. mean.
On the contrary, the waves that surge up at any time will send the Black Templar warriors flying away and fall into the pile of enemies.
The priest chanted loudly: "Only honor the Emperor! He is our strong shield and guardian. Dedicate yourself. I am the Emperor's sharp blade and knife. Only the Emperor is our shield. He is our refuge, failure would be an insult to the Emperor..."
The sacred beam of light fell from the sky, and the light was so powerful, indicating that all this was extraordinary.
"Live up to the Emperor's grace!"
Kazanev jumped out first, and the light of the lightning-powered claws shone on the battlefield. Ten Terminators risked their lives to rush out and follow the champion of the war group. This was the supreme honor of these "new recruits".
Beams of light lit up one after another. The influence of chaos was so strong. There was no teleportation beacon marked below, but it didn't matter. There were many of us.
Every time a ray of light falls, there are ten terminators, and there are more than eighty, so that the light fills the entire battlefield.
"Your Majesty the Emperor." - said the Black Templar Priest.