Sivir landed in the Storm Bird Transport Ship among the orcs on the planet.

Countless Space Marines followed, landing on the planet with transport vehicles such as drop pods and landing craft, or directly transmitted to the ground through the ship's teleportation array.

The endless heroes of the Human Empire have launched an encirclement and suppression of the orcs from all directions.

With powerful weapons in their hands, gunboat support in the sky, and countless armored vehicles dropped to the ground, the Space Marines are slaughtering the orcs who have fled to this planet.

But orcs are by no means lambs to the slaughter.

For Space Marines, there is a fraction of a difference between killing and being killed, and there is only a fine line between life and death.

Orcs are incredibly strong, and they are able to withstand injuries that would be fatal to humans;

The fury of the orcs is unusually ferocious, and they fight back with a primitive and savage rage.

Moreover, the technological level of these orcs is not to be underestimated, even the Terminator armor can hardly remain intact under the attack of the greenskins, and even hordes of legionnaires cannot survive the fury of the orcs.

Orcs tear through the strongest armor and take the toughest lives.

The orcs that appeared before Spencer's eyes at this time were all dressed in heavily covered mechanical armor, forged from rough but unusually thick steel.

It's a group of orc bosses, the most brutal war leaders in the Greenskins, and the only ones who have enough armor and weapons to handle such an oversized array of armor and weapons.

And unlike the average overweight orc boss, the heads of these orcs are entirely made of metal, as are the torsos.

In fact, they have no organic tissue on their bodies, but pure, rusty bodies of steel, hollowed-out exhaust chimneys, roaring chainsaws, and large-caliber guns towering over their bodies.

And around this group of steel orcs, there are thousands of relatively short orc kids. But even these orc boys are not much different in size from the Empire's Space Marines.

And although these orc boys are in groups and bustling, even so, it is not difficult to tell that these little men have also undergone low-level mechanical modifications.

This kind of orc boy transformation has almost never appeared among the orcs encountered in the previous empire. If these orcs continue to develop, I really don't know what will become of them.

The orc boys began to charge at Spencer as they opened fire on them.

This forced Spencer to temporarily dodge behind a bunker. Although the orcs have a pitifully low hit rate, their firepower is very dense.

Even in the extremely strong power armor and the prodigious personal protection position, Spencer did not dare to hold it up.

No one knows if the various weapons held by these orc boys will launch any rather lethal attacks.

It's not impossible, after all, the greenskins have indeed reached a considerable technological level anyway. This is an undeniable fact.

The overweight orc boss shouted loudly as he opened fire, and for a moment there was a burst of gunfire and hoarse orc language mixed in.

They were directing the orc boys in a series of attacks, which gave these orcs a real hint of a regular army. Instead of looters or thugs gathered together, as before.

The bullet exploded above Spencer's head, sending sparks across the bunker. Under the cover of orc fire, the orc boy moved forward quickly, and the space marines also relied on cover to launch a counterattack.

In the face of the charging orc boys, the galvanic grenades of the Space Marines played a huge role.

With a deafening loud bang, the fragmentation grenade exploded in mid-air, and the hot and sharp fragments shot in all directions, and the flames swept out.

Although under the command of the super-heavy orc boss, the orc boys quickly dispersed and no longer charged intensively. Space Marine grenades no longer achieve this kind of killing.

But the first wave of attacks by the Space Marines has managed to kill hundreds of orcs, and briefly halted the orcs' progress. This gives the Space Marines a chance to fight back.

"For the Emperor's sake, let's put an end to these aliens!"

"Crush them!"

Spencer stepped into a pool of xenomorph blood, stood up and aimed his blaster at the still approaching Iron Orc.

With Spencer's order, the Space Marines began to use their various weapons to shoot a deadly barrage at the orcs.

The burst of fire from the blaster silenced the orcs' advance, and the explosion pierced through the orcs' armor, exploding a flower of death in their bodies that no one could see.

The plasma gun squirted at the orcs, and the implosion caused by the fiery beam tore the orc's shells to shreds from the inside out.

Space marines armed with hot melt guns shoot hot substances at the approaching orcs, and the orcs hit by them turn into liquid like molten wax in the heat, and their screams echo through the battlefield.

But with the Orc Kid's rapid charge and the rapid advance of the Super Heavy Boss, some of the orcs have reached the eyes of the Space Marines.

A steel orc had carved himself a metal jaw out of a massive fang-like bronze, its childlike color mixed with scarlet and green, its body more like a steam-spewing roller, and its size made its limbs dull and heavy melee weapons.

Spencer fired several shots at him, inflicting minor wounds on the orc's body, sparks and oil bursting from the orc's wounds.

But the wound didn't slow the monster's charge in the slightest, and it sprang as it ran, raising its heavy trumpet gun in its hand and ready to fire.

Spencer ditched his blaster and picked up a power sword instead. Without giving the other man a chance to shoot, he leapt out of cover and flew up and kicked the orc in the chest.

But after being kicked by a Space Marine who weighed in tons, the orc did not move. Spencer felt as if he had kicked an impregnable wall.

With the roar of the motor, the Iron Orc swung the surprisingly large mechanical claw of his left hand in an attempt to unscrew Spencer's head off in front of him.

Spencer deftly dodged the blow and swung the power sword in his hand.

The blade roared across the orc's neck, completely separating its head from torso.

The orc's head fell to the ground along with a pile of metal fragments, and the skull was covered in gray-green spongy tissue that took root in the skull like a tangled fungal sac.

But two greedy blood-red eyeballs hung from the fragments of the shattered metal skull, still staring at Spencer vividly and frantically.

For a moment, Spencer was only momentarily drawn to the falling head.

But it almost cost him his life.

The headless orc body reached out with lightning speed and clawed out its mechanical claws, grabbed him by the chest, and lifted him off the ground.

Black smoke erupted violently from the exhaust pipe behind the orc, and the pincers closed with force, and the armor plates on his chest began to dent under the terrifying force.

Spencer tried his best to break free, but the orc's grip was unbelievably strong.

Dense hazard warning signs popped up in the sensors. Spencer felt his chest squeeze in one place, and a large amount of blood spilled from his mouth, almost soaking the inside of his armor.

The blood-red scarlet boy with the orc's head on the ground was still staring at Spin Death, revealing cruelty and tyranny, and he was savoring the pain of his dying prey.

But he was disappointed.

Spencer mustered up his strength and swung his power sword to sever a thick, sturdy cable that connected the orc's power claws to its power take-off, and then broke free from the orc's giant pincers.

And waved the sword in his hand, completely knocked down the orc in front of him, and then did not forget to crush the orc's head on the ground.

Space Marines are some of the Empire's finest warriors, and anyone who has seen them in battle knows that this is not a lie.

Even these orcs, who were unprecedentedly powerful, fell under their attack.

The pharmacist began to treat the injured brothers. As long as they don't die in the first place, no matter how serious the injuries are, they can be rescued with the medical level of the Empire.

But this in no way means that the Space Marines did not suffer the slightest casualties, some of them died heroically under the attack of the Orcs, under the unknown weapons of the Orcs, and returned to the Golden Throne.

"Blood for blood, life for life." Spencer, who had healed his injuries, said, "The mission remains the same, let's move on and kill any xenomorphs we encounter." ”

Every Space Marine could hear in Spencer's words the almost uncontrollable desire for revenge, but they also had the same desire.

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On the battlefield of the planet, the empire has suppressed the orcs. But for Space Marines, these orcs are not easy enemies to deal with, and the slightest negligence is enough to make them hate them.

But for Sivir, these orcs are like roadside weeds that can be harvested at hand.

In the midst of the orc battlefields, Sivir wields the Emperor's Sword, which burns with blazing psionic flames. Just looking at the scorching light of the Emperor's Sword filled the orcs' hearts with uneasiness, and their mouths were dry.

And when Sivir swung the Emperor's Sword, these orcs didn't even have a chance to escape, and with a sword slash, a piece of orc's head fell to the ground.

Siwell's figure was also as agile as the wind, and his figure flashed among the countless orcs, moving as fast as thunder and lightning.

Anything that came into contact with the white-gold blazing flames of the Emperor's Sword instantly turned into bursting debris and flying ashes, and swaths of orcs were wiped out under Sivir's attack.

One moment ago, Sivir had just cut off a green-skinned head, and in an instant, he could reappear elsewhere and snatch the lives of a large group of orcs.

Even a direct frontal attack from heavy artillery is not as powerful as Siwell's punch, and even if it is a volley of explosive shells from the Space Marine Legion, it is not as powerful as Siwell's sword.

The Emperor's Sword tore through the enemy's ranks, and the stumps of the orcs flew everywhere in its path.

But Sivir's weapons were more than just swords.

An invisible force field surrounded him, crushing the hordes of orcs into powder. And in the face of the overwhelming rain of bullets, Sivir was able to turn them all into smoke and dust with a single thought.

Fearless of life and death, the orcs attacked Sivir and rushed straight to the powerful enemy in front of them without reservation.

But Sivir was not afraid of the orcs, there was no life where the blade passed, and none of the orcs who charged at him survived.

Like iron filings attracted by a magnet, the orcs left everything behind and gathered into a tidal wave of rage that rushed straight towards Sivir.

They're furious, they're unreserved, they're unstoppable.

As a result, they were slaughtered by Sivir.

The greatness of countless human beings, the courage of countless human beings, and the faith of countless human beings are gathered together at this moment.

This is not the first time Laurent has fought alongside Sivel, who has followed in his footsteps in the former Helion sector. But every time he saw Sivir on the battlefield, he was still deeply impressed.

This is their king—the man who commands the entire galaxy to bend its knees to humanity; It was this man who single-handedly shaped the legion again; It is this man who leads them to move firmly towards their lofty ideals.

Laurent's Storm Blaster spewed out rage, and he followed Sivir headlong into a frenzy of alien flesh and steel.

Laurent's Space Marines surrounded him, and the Terminators formed a wedge-shaped offensive to carve a path through the greenskins.

Laurent leads them, and he is the embodiment of these battle-hardened elites. His twin blasters roared incessantly, raining down on their enemies.

He calmly faced the onslaught of bullets, not dodging or letting the orc's heavy punches fall on him. All this seemed to have no effect on him, his movements were not distorted, and his killing efficiency was not reduced in the slightest.

The surface of his armor was drenched in foul-smelling alien viscera, and more blood splattered onto him as the power sword roared and the storm lost roared.

Laurent is fighting hard at all odds, driving herself to stay with Sivel. These elite warriors of the empire did their best, but only to keep up with Sivir.

As Laurent led the charge, an orc who was quietly approaching his side rounded his arms and swung his giant machete at Laurent, who was facing Laurent in the other direction.

A powerful war boss can easily chop through the main armor of a tank with a machete, chopping off the barrel of the tank. The machete-wielding orc boss is difficult to parry even as strong as a Space Marine.

If Laurent were hit by this blow, he would be mortally injured and on the verge of death, if not into a pile of flattened metal and scattered flesh and limbs.

The giant machete slammed down with a piercing screech, but a sudden appearance of a sharp sword halted the terrifying weapon and the power attached to it.

The sword burned with blazing flames.

An arc slashed, and the blade fell to the ground, leaving only a bare grip in the orc's hand, and the blackened cut was like a direct strike by lightning.

Sivir swirled and drew his sword, and the blade of fire turned into a streamer of light, sweeping through the orc's body like a cloud.

In the next second, the tall orc collapsed silently, and its sturdy body cracked neatly.

And when Laurent just discovered all this, Sivir was already holding the Imperial Sword of Flowing Fire and once again slaughtered the orcs.

And when Laurent saw Sivir again, the twin storm blast guns in his hand had long been emptied, and even the power sword that should not have been broken was damaged to the point where only half of it was still in his hand, and the blade had become dull from slashing too many orcs.

Countless giant orcs fell to his sword, and he was only a few steps away from Sivir.

He was covered in blood—both his own and the orcs.