"So, you are the master of another ship, and then your ship was inexplicably sucked onto this ancient giant garbage, and the boss also fell to his death, and then he was besieged by monkey head worms on the way to occupy the ancient giant garbage, and all the boys died cleanly, and now you are the only one left?" Wazak rested the hammer on the ground and asked Zda as he used the claw on his left hand to carve a symbol on the ground that resembled the big face of Brother Mao. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Well, yes, the Great Shaman of Vazak, but I didn't expect you to finish it all in one go......" Zida twisted the mechanical prosthetic leg he had just installed on himself, although the mechanical hand on his back was not yet helpless, but the Sky Bombing Shield had been repaired, the heavy gun and the Bull Explosion Plasma on his right hand had also been processed by Zida, and his left hand was also equipped with a set of multi-functional cutting processing tools, all in all, the combat effectiveness was restored.

"So, you're done!" Wazak glanced at Zida, "How's it going, interested in coming to my warband?" I've always lacked capable orcs like you, how about it? ”

"Uh, Boss......" Zida tapped his heavy gun with his mechanical hand.

"It's called the Great Shaman!" Wazak waved the Earthshaker in his hand and shouted, "Don't call me boss!" ”

"Ah, yes, Great Shaman!" Zida responded, "Well, Great Shaman, I'd be happy to come, as long as you give me enough scrap metal or something." ”

"That's good!" Wazak waved his hand, "Okay, now you are the No. 2 master of my war gang, follow me to find Xiaomi, I don't know where she is now?" Vazak said confusedly, plucking his nostrils with his power claw, pulling out a large boogie.

"Great shaman, what kind of bowl cake is millet?" Zida is not very sure of the personality of his new master, and it stands to reason that this boss's temper is definitely good by the standards of other orc bosses, but this boss is still a nervous boy...... And it's the most a** nervous kid Zida has ever seen, so Zida doesn't quite understand some of the strange adjectives of the Great Shaman of Wazak.

"Xiaomi? Ah, that's a little shrimp, and it's also my pet, but it was given to me by Brother Mao himself, so I have to protect her. ”

…… Sure enough, Zida didn't understand what was going on.

Just as Zida was about to continue asking, the entire Ancient Giant suddenly trembled violently twice, and then, several arcs of lightning rushed up against the walls of the battleship, making a crackling sound.

Zida and Vazak were also attacked by the shaking, Vazak only shook and stabilized, while Zida fell directly to the ground before scrambling to his feet.

"Zida! It's pus! Vazak shouted, looking at the big tech bully Zida who had just stood up.

"Let me see, Great Shaman......" Zida pulled out an instrument full of screws and strange welds and glanced at it, then his red eyes widened, and then, looking up at the Great Shaman of Vazak, his tone began to change a little ...... Eccentric.

"Boss, I don't know why the ancient giant garbage was activated in advance, and we are about to enter the subspace."

"What the hell!" The sparks on Vazak's head exploded even more intensively, "You say we're going to fly soon?" What's going on? ”

"Normally, it's impossible...... Unless there's something that has happened to the Ancient Giant...... How to say, Great Shaman? ”

"What else can you do? Hurry up to the bridge, at least we need to control the ancient giant garbage before we fly away, my ship is hanging outside, I will signal them. ”

Vaszak's blue eyes flashed a few times, and a message was sent to the bridge of the Villain and the Gnashing Tooth Rip, "Alright, now go find the bridge, and I'm going to kill the guy who gave me all this!" ”

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"The program has been loaded"

"Datalink Networking"

"Activating...... Activated"

"Confirm the general time...... AD40996, Location, Milky Way - Halo Belt, Imperial Far East Sector Decro and Node, Wave Subnode, Outer Space of the Enta Galaxy. ”

"Confirm the location of the machine...... Location confirmation, aggregate of abandoned warships of ancient humans"

"Search for vital features...... Orcs, humans ......"

"Alert, alert! Discover Tyran's life traits! ”

"Analyze ethnic characteristics."

"Identified as a genestealer race, biochemically threatening...... Level 3"

"Try to contact the Federal Armed Forces...... Failed, unknown energy interference, judged to be subspace energy, analysis results unknown. ”

"Native Armed Retrieval ......"

"Phased Pyrolysis Axe, Intact, Multi-Barrel Particle Gun, Intact, Proton Impactor, Intact, Antimatter Rounds, Two Rounds in Reserve."

"The priorities are clear, to eliminate the Tyranid community and to contact the federal armed forces."

"Action Instructions have been uploaded."

"Federal Outer Space Reconnaissance Unit, OSTSP (OuterspaceStandardTacticalSupportPlatform) No. 964ks, codename, razor, operational readiness completed under the 19th Hunting Fleet."

With the last sentence, a bipedal vehicle nearly four meters tall slowly rose from the abandoned rubble.

Under the gray shell, there was a faint silver streamer on the surface of the not too tall war vehicle, the dust and debris that originally covered him were instantly electrolyzed, the giant axe that flashed blue light ejected from his right arm, the end of the multi-barreled particle gun in his left hand had a silver-blue light, and the proton impact cannon with distinct modules stretched out from behind.

The Razor took a step.

"Priority target area, bridge, priority enemy, Tyranid chief."

"For the Federation."