For those ho seek perfection there can be no rest this side of the grave.

A steady stream of Orcs poured out of the partially occupied airlocks, and some of the mercenaries were caught off guard by them and rushed into the crowd, a massacre, screams and cries for help filled the entire communication channel, and the ears of the mercenary leader were full of these voices, and the radio silence was broken in an instant, so that his orders could not reach the ears of the mercenaries who had lost their minds and panicked.

"Damn it!"

The leader of the mercenaries, who shouted and scolded, made the decision to abandon that group of people in an instant, and as he retreated, he made tactical retreat gestures towards the cronies and mercenaries around him who were still calm.

After he gathered hundreds of people, the mercenary leader decisively led people to rush towards an airlock that had not yet poured out of the Orcs, and some smart people saw it, and they also got out of the battle as soon as possible and quickly followed, leaving those mercenaries who had lost their minds to stay where they were and wait for death.

The airlock door was being opened by the mercenary leader, and after a burst of white air sprayed out, the airlock door slid open silently, and before the mercenaries could show a smile of escape, a huge rough machete slashed out from behind the black door, and the terrible brute force drove the steel to tear apart the mercenary leader's body in an instant, and the two bodies were separated from each other on the left and right, and the frozen corpse was splashed open.

“AAAAGH!!!”

The green beast with its mouth wide open and roaring jumped out from behind the door, although there was no air in the universe and could not transmit sound, but looking at the hideous face of the Orc orc armed to the teeth, and the blood-stained giant weapon in his hand, everyone made up the unique battle cry of the orc on their own.

The roaring green beast then rushed into the mercenaries, followed by a large number of Orcs like a tiger into a flock, and these mercenaries fighting for money were approached by the Orcs in a defenseless massacre.

"Boys, rush in, this ship belongs to us!"

At the junction between the two ships, the orc pirate captain wearing a domineering, best, and best orc super giant armor is commanding his boys to rush into the small shrimp transport ship, the ground is lying full of mutilated corpses, blood and scraped flesh are all over the walls, and a dozen farts are picking and picking "treasures" in a pool of blood.

However, for some reason, these fart spirits, who are always at the bottom of the orc society, only care about searching for weapons and equipment on corpses, but disdain the flesh and blood that are extremely tempting to ordinary farts.

"Captain Blackfang, Captain Blackfang."

A ran to the side of the Blackfang Pirate Captain, dragging a broken force feedback power armor with all its might, and offering it to the Boss.

"Aha, good thing, technician boy!"

"Captain, I'm here."

"Hurry up and show me the boy, can you change it, and this boat will let the boys pay attention, don't fight too badly, this is the guy we will rob in the future."

"Okay Captain, understand Captain."

Just when this group of green-skinned pirates was robbing in a distant galaxy, a special thing happened in the world of Mokal, on the Northwest Great Wasteland on the continent of Calradia.

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"Chief, the weather is getting colder and colder, and those young people who go to the 100,000-mile uninhabited mountains won't have an accident, right?"

In a large tent in the middle of a barbarian tribe, an old barbarian with a face wrinkled enough to kill flies asked a question to a middle-aged barbarian sitting next to a fire, with a worried expression.

The barbarian chieftain, whose face was tattooed with totem tattoos, touched his big bald head and replied in an uncertain tone.

"Elder, this is the choice of the warriors, even if they die on the road, their souls can return to the God Emperor's divine kingdom."

"Alas, it's just that in this way, our tribe will hunt next year without the participation of those young people, so that we will have a lot less harvest in the coming year, and they are all the younger generation of the tribe, there is no ......"

The elder chattered, torturing the chief's ears like chanting a spell, but although the elder's power was not much, his status was high, as long as he did not oppose the chief's rule, even if it was nagging and annoying, the chief had to endure it. (Narrator: I can't oppose you, but I can nag you to death)

At this moment, there was a thunderous roar and a strong wind outside the tent, and the canvas of the big tent was blown with a crackling horn, and the dull thunder of the roar drowned out all the noise, and the chief and the elder looked at each other, and their mouths were desperately open and closed, but they could not hear each other.

It wasn't until the sound stopped that the chiefs and elders heard a panicked sound from outside, it was the panicked voice of the barbarians of the tribe, could it be that there was an invasion from outside!?

Thinking of this, the elder and the chief couldn't hold it back, pulled out the axes on the weapon rack and rushed out.

It wasn't until the two of them went out that they found that in the open space of the barbarian tribe, a strange iron bird without feathers was staying in the open space of the tribe, and hundreds of barbarians armed with spears and axes surrounded it, but no one dared to come forward to attack the iron bird.

In a barbarian society where civilization is thin, size symbolizes strength, and the size of this iron bird is so large that it is in line with the symbol of strength among barbarians.

Just when the barbarians began to clamor after the arrival of the chieftain, and were about to step forward to drive away the iron bird, the front of the iron bird did not know whether it was the stomach or the part of the mouth that "clanged".

The steel hatch slammed into the frozen earth, smashing a frozen stiff earth and a dent, and several giants in pale blue armor stepped out with heavy footsteps, their momentum more piercing than the coldest north wind, and the faces without helmets were full of serious expressions, the wind and frost stained their brows with frost and snow, but could not blow away the solemnity between their eyebrows.

The banners held high were depicted with delicate golden patterns that the barbarians could not understand, and the barbarians were ashamed of the incomparably heavy armor, and the moment they saw these giants, they lost the courage to fight them, and the spears and axes were put down, and their bodies were so majestic, and their armor was so thick and not as fine as mortals could forge, that the barbarians doubted whether the weapons they used for hunting and logging could leave traces on them, The frozen frozen ground on the ground was littered with footprints left by giants, telling the barbarians that the armor on the giants was not what it was.

In the distance, several barbarians with hunting bows quickly hid their hunting bows and stood out from their hiding places amid the whispered scolding of the well-informed elders, saying that their tribe was not hostile - if these giants were by no means powerful beings that their tribe could resist when their tribe was destroyed, and now if attacking them attracted the hostility of the giants, which led to the destruction of the tribe, it would be called stupidity.

The chief quickly threw down the precious axe he had received from the Nord merchant and was usually regarded as a treasure that no one else could touch, and then once again threw the knife and belt hanging from his waist to the ground, which was a sign of abandonment of resistance and no hostility among the barbarians, and then the chief raised his hands in the air to show that he was not hostile, and slowly walked up to the five giants who had sent out a column with great respect. Before the chief could speak, the giant with a steel skull on his shoulder armor spoke in a loud voice.

"Mortals, is this the Holke tribe?"

"Yes, this is the Holke tribe."

The chief who answered was a little uneasy, and he hesitated to answer the giant's question in low Gothic, and the chief peeked at the giant's face in an attempt to find some useful information on it.

"Mortal, listen."

The giant raised his voice, and a loud sound shook the snow from some of the trees beside the clearing, echoing in the ears of the barbarians who were gathered in a circle.

"We are from the Warden Band, and we are warriors under the Throne of God, and the three of yours and the other tribes, Julils, Dylan, and Hale, have passed the test of a hundred thousand miles of uninhabited mountains and successfully arrived at our station, so they have obtained the qualification to become one of us."

Listening to the giants' narration, the chief quickly realized that these giants were warriors of the God Emperor, and those legends that circulated were true, and the three young men of their tribe had passed the test and were qualified to become one of them.

Think about it, besides the Divine Emperor, who else can have such a majestic and powerful warrior, and only the divine power and sacredness of the Divine Emperor can drive such a powerful warrior to conduct an eternal holy war above the starry sky.

Hearing that the giants were the Emperor's warriors, all the barbarians fell to their knees and began to chant prayers of praise to the Emperor, and the Space Marines did not stop them, but let them do so until they stopped.

The gray-haired elder struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of excited smiles, and he bowed his head to the Space Marine non-commissioned officer and asked.

"Holy and great oracle, I wonder what happened to the other fifteen young people who went on the road together, except for the three warriors of our tribe who passed the test?"

"Mortals, mortals who arrive at our residency are automatically eligible to be selected."

The elder and the other barbarians instantly understood what the Space Marine non-commissioned officer meant, if this was the case, those young people of the tribe who had not obtained the qualifications would probably fall between the 100,000 miles of uninhabited mountains.

"Listen again, mortal."

The Space Marine Sergeant ignored the barbarians' momentary gloom at the news of the young man's death, and he continued to speak in a deep voice.

"Because there are three mortals of your tribe who have obtained the qualifications to become glorious and great god-emperor warriors, your tribe will receive our reward for mortals."

With that, three huge and heavy steel chests were thrown in front of the chief, and the layers of cloud patterns on the surface of the silver chest, as well as the light blue steel seal on the surface, completely attracted the attention of the barbarians, and they all guessed that there was something that could be loaded with such a beautiful chest.

The chief stretched out his hand and stroked the surface of the box, looking like he wanted to open it and take a look, but he didn't dare to do it, and the Space Marines non-commissioned officer saw this, he said.

"These are rewards for you, and they are at your disposal."

The chief couldn't bear it anymore, and he quickly lifted the heavy box, and the contents were suddenly exposed to the wind and snow.

A steel pulley longbow, a barrel of single-molecule treated arrows that never rust, extremely sharp and durable, a set of the same, a two-handed sword, a set of light armor composed of a helmet, cuirass, shoulder armor, leggings, wrist guards, light steel boots, and a battle skirt, all of the above weapons and equipment, including the two-handed sword, have also been single-molecule treated, strong and durable, even in a laser gun can not break through the armor's defenses at once.

The chief used his trembling hand to caress the incomparably mysterious and exquisite weapons and equipment that appeared because of the monomolecular treatment, and soon the chief came to his senses, and he instantly covered the steel chest, and after blocking the wind and snow, he quickly opened the other two boxes.

The other two chests still contain weapons and equipment, a set of light armor is still included, but the two weapons inside have been changed, axes, machetes, round shields, spears, all weapons and equipment have been single-molecule processed, and the beautiful patterns make the barbarian chief ecstatic.

The Space Marine Sergeant ignored the barbarians' tiptoes looking into the box, and he continued.

"Finally, the three selected mortal warriors will return to your tribe, and then they will be officially picked up by us in the winter of the following year."

The Barbarian Elder was calmer, he wasn't completely attracted by the reward inside the chest, and he asked in low Gothic with the audacity.

"What about them?"

The Space Marine-Soldier skewed his head back, and the Elder followed the instructions to see that three young men familiar to the Barbarian Elder were holding on to the inner wall of the Iron Bird, walking out with their legs limp, their clothes stained with vomit and emitting an indescribable smell.

With a local shout, all the barbarians were focused on the three young warriors who had made the tribe proud, and all the barbarians rushed up to surround them and cheered.

Watching the barbarians celebrate desperately, the Space Marines silently washed the dirt from the cabin with the floating snow, and then placed ten giant wooden boxes on the snow, which were all filled with food, the Fourth military rations. (Narrator: That's right, it's the No. 4 ration that can be used as a process cannonball to blast the bugs and orcs into position.) ）

Nothing was more important to the unproductive barbarian tribe than food, and although there was currently a shortage of food within the Warband of the Warmen due to the trial of the Mocha of the Three Thousand Recruit Reserve, it was the lack of meat, not the Fourth ration of the hard state.

The four rations in these ten crates were enough to last the small tribe of barbarians through the winter.

After doing all this, the Space Marines silently boarded the Storm Raven gunboat under the gaze of the barbarians, and flew vertically into the sky with a roar and engine air, and disappeared into the blizzard.

The Raven Gunboat is an excellent and versatile vehicle that can be used as an orbital landing barge, an armored transport vehicle, and an air strike force. It's not just a scaled-down version of the Thunderhawk gunboat, it's extremely maneuverable thanks to its excellent vector thruster array. Combined with the Space Marines' solid skills and quick reflexes, they can easily cut through enemy interceptor fire, weaving at full speed through the chaotic spires of the hive, the hordes of flying creatures, or the jungles of the dead world.

Therefore, a small blizzard can't stop the Raven from flying at all.

The Storm Raven gunboat was recently installed in the arsenal of the Astarte Order, and this Warden warband just took advantage of the good relationship and discounted rights of the Cult of the Mechanical God to purchase the Storm Raven gunboat from the No. 1 Advanced Casting World, which can carry twelve fully armed Space Marines and their weapons and equipment at once, and the cargo hook at the rear of the cabin can also transport a Dreadnought, drag it behind, and then easily rush all the way into the enemy formation, first covering the enemy position with ferocious dense firepower, And then force a successful and classic airborne raid.

In this winter, the same happened to several barbarian tribes in the Great Wasteland, and the divine envoy carried the iron bird from the sky, bringing the news and rewards that the tribal warriors had successfully passed the assessment, and then disappeared from the sky again.

The oracles are gone, but their influence is spreading across the Great Wasteland, and growing.