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Galen didn't know how long he had been rushing, how many Orc orcs he had killed, until he strangled a man lying on his lap and tried to attack his ass with a knife, Galen stopped charging in a trance, he found himself in front of and behind him, left and right all over the green figure and the strange screams of chirping, the familiar flag looming in the green wave behind him, he knew that he was rushing too fast, causing the Orc to take the opportunity to attack his back, disconnecting the second company of the starmarines from himself.

“WAAAAAGH!!!!”

The trademark roar rang out again, which meant that the Orc had pounced again, and Galen was still thinking about a question after he slid sideways and slashed to death an Orc who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Shall I wait for the second company to come up!?"

However, this thought did not stay in his mind for a second, the hot orc blood sprayed on Galen's helmet, and after the scarlet obscured the green speculum, an axe that broke through the air slashed at the helmet, and Galen's anger surged back into his head, and he took off the helmet that felt in the way.

"Long live Demacia!!"

After holding the storm sword to fight back and hack down the Orc orcs who attacked him, Galen, who opened the "fatal blow", bravely withstood the enemy's attack, knocked away the two strong Orc orcs, and the Storm Sword that swung down cut a heavy orc axe with a sword, and hacked to death an Orc wearing armor, and killed the Orc orc from the encirclement of the Orc.

Galen's eyes were full of green figures, fierce cries were endless, fierce, warlike Orcs were more than willing to challenge a formidable enemy, even if there were already a lot of Orcs in front of them who had fallen under the sword of the tin can, but their bloodthirsty and warlike nature still drove them forward one after another.

The attacks that fell on the power armor were not only more than once, but even if Galen opened the "Judgment", the rapidly wielding storm of storm blades, could not stop the red-eyed Orc from slashing the last axe of his life before he died.

Relying on his strength and speed, Galen began to have to change his dispatch, originally did not dodge or dodge, relying on the solid power armor to resist the enemy's attack, and then the backhand sword slashed to kill a few Orc orcs' attack pattern disappeared - no change, Galen is not a fool, seeing that the strongest shoulder armor on his power armor has been damaged and cracked because it has been subjected to too many attacks.

In front and on the side, several Orks with explosive muscles flew up, the cold light of the axe and machete arced through the air, and the forward Galen slid a few steps sideways, dodging the scarred and knotted Oak veteran at the same time as facing an axe, and knocked the machete kid on the left, the sturdy shoulder armor and sternum collided, making a crisp and creepy "click" sound.

The hem of the Tempest Greatsword slashed from right to left in an arc of light, slashing at the unarmored neck of the Orc, the sharp and wide blade easily slicing through the tough muscles, then the cervical spinal canal and throat, and several large and hideous heads flew into the sky with the blood spraying out.

The spinning Galen was like a bear dancing a ballet at this moment, clumsy and rude, but very effective and devastating, Galen spun and jumped among the blood and fallen corpses, and then slashed the same severed head as before, and the sharp blade covered by the power force field broke through the solid armor and bones, tearing out fatal scars, and forcibly clearing a narrow clearing in the dense crowd of Orks.

Gasping for a breath, Galen flicked the Tempest Greatsword in his hand, and the orc blood on it splattered out in the air, shining through the beautiful sunlight.

"Demacia !!"

The shout came from behind Galen, taking advantage of this effort, Galen turned his head slightly, it was the Angel of Death of the second company followed, dozens of blood claws eager for honor and battle sent out a triangular charging formation, which was impacting the Orc, the frantic turning chainsaw sword and power axe in the air, quickly slashed out the arc of light that made the Orc have no time to react, and soon the advancing Space Marines tore through the thick and chaotic defense line of the Orcs and rushed straight to their company commander.

Several gray hunters with gray armor edges low-key followed behind the charging blood claws, their blasters roaring and firing three shots, blasting bloody holes in the orcs that rushed up around them.

These gray hunters are no worse than the blood-boiling blood claws, and even their contribution is greater, the Orcs who fall to the roar of the blaster are often the largest and strongest of them, and the stray bullets who hide in the distance can't avoid this death roll call, as if the long-eyed bullets will always blow their heads when they sneak up and want to shoot the black gun.

"My back is safe."

Galen's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at the Orcs around him, and when he had already killed the Orcs at some point, he thought of a good idea.

Although Galen is now surrounded by Orcs, in fact, from the side, Galen and the sons of Ruth who have followed up are also about to penetrate the enemy's formation, and they only need to increase their strength to kill through it, but this is not helpful to the battle situation, Galen has a better attention.

Galen covered his ears and wanted to communicate with his troops, only to remember that his helmet had fallen off at some point, and in his impatience, Galen raised his Storm Greatsword, blocked a machete from the side, and after raising his foot and kicking the sneaking Orc, Galen turned his head and raised his left hand to the left.

"Left, left! Strike to the left and tear apart the Orcs!! ”

In the noisy and noisy battlefield, I don't know if it was Galen's roar or waving gestures that worked, some of the Bloodclaws turned to charge and rushed in the direction Galen pointed, while the other part of the Bloodclaws, under the cover of the fire of the gray hunters, successfully rushed to Galen's side, using chainsaw swords and power axes to clear a clearing around Galen, forming a temporary line of defense to surround Galen in the center.

"Company commander, we're here!"

"The emperor is above, your speed is a little slow!"

"It's no wonder we're not going to blame."

A gray hunter who raised his blaster and blasted an Orc who rushed in front of him with a three-point shot said calmly.

"That's the company commander, you rushed too fast, and some of the blood claws got lost, and they ran in the other direction."

"That side!"

"Over there, company commander, to your right."

Galen looked to the right, and with his keen hearing and condescending vision, Galen still saw the shouting and killing noise coming from the right and the Orc commotion.

"Looks like they're doing a good job, Grey Hunters, you leave a few Blood Claws to follow me, and the rest all rush to the right, I need you to tear through the Orc formation."

"Company Commander, are you going to tear the Orc into small pieces and swallow them in one bite?"

The captain of the Gray Hunter instantly sensed their company commander's intentions and said in a deep voice.

"That's right, I'm here to get the attention of the Orcs, you tear apart the Orcs formation outside, and then eat them from the outside in."

"Good luck then, company commander. But can you handle those big guys? ”

There was a roar and heaviness of the engine, Galen looked up, a round iron lump with two thick little short legs rushed towards Galen, and there were several Orcs wrapped in steel next to them, their height shoulder to shoulder with Galen, the rough steel burrs and hydraulic transmission system on the outside of the armor, all told Galen their true identity, it was the Orc Fearless and Overweight Boss of the Orcs.

"Phew, no problem, just a couple of stupid big guys."

Galen reached for a cluster bomb from the gray hunter's hand, a disdainful smile on his lips.

"A beast that can only brute force, there is nothing to be afraid of."