Rumbling mushroom clouds and big stuff landed in the middle of the square of a once-human city, and there was no more than the noisiest and most massive explosion you can imagine.

Dust rushed up to the clouds, but the orc's thick skin and rough bones, everything you can imagine, he was like a huge main battle tank, and now his thigh was blown off one of his right legs.

The wound was charred, and the anger made his muscles contract, and the blood was blocked, green muscles, white tendons, and dripping red blood.

His green skin was stained with dust, and his whole body was in tatters, and the boys looked sideways at the change.

And the boss is not stupid, he knows very well who is here to tinker with things just now. "You're actually! Tear down my favorite bench! ”

The Boss raised his big click, only to find that his weapon had been blown apart, and he could only raise his big fist and charge at the bloody axe boy, who was unable to touch the hateful boy because he was missing one of his legs.

He sputtered and shouted to the madman next to him. "Give me the leg, hand it to me!" For Greenskin, the severed limb doesn't matter at all, as long as the simple stitches are enough to continue the fight as normal.

But the shot of the large pistol rumbled, and the green-skinned madman who was about to do it stopped.

"Don't move, boys, I'm your new boss!"

One-Eye took out Katachan's long blade and approached the green-skinned boss who had fallen to the ground, the dead skull's cheeks were blue, even though he had already applied a lot of blue paint.

"What are you going to do, you disgusting..."

Before he could finish his words, the long blade sank into his head, stirring the green-skinned brain inside, and when the boys reacted, the boss was already lying on the ground and not moving.

He's dead? It's over?

One-Eye severed his head with a long blade and held it high. "Now, I'm the boss!"

The other greenskins were quick to shout. "One-eyed boss! One-eyed boss! ”

The deafening sound echoed through the sky, cutting through the long forest of ferns, and reaching the unknown place, when Alan Baier, who was resting at the top of the watchtower, suddenly woke up, when did he fall asleep here with weariness?

He looked left and right, and he did such a stupid thing himself?

John's voice came. "Boss, keep sleeping, you're too tired."

He sat on the battlements and looked into the distance with his binoculars.

"The queue for support is coming right away, four teams, we can take it easy."

Alan Baier rubbed his cheeks. "Next time wake me up, it's not time to take a nap."

John replied absentmindedly. "Yes, Boss."

Alan Bair rubbed his head and looked at the dense forest, the hot and humid wind blowing from afar, from the steel city to the nest, he was not sure if he was still alive.

John had made a fire at the top of the watchtower, with a row of batteries sandwiched next to it, and they had reached this point by relying on the energy cell's thermal energy conversion system to provide energy for the laser gun.

Although there were newcomers in the afternoon, the fear of the green skin was not engraved in my heart.

When the deep primeval jungle is placed in front of him, Alan Baier sometimes can't tell who he is, the so-called crossing, the so-called superiority, or what.

He had never been given preferential treatment for this thing, and the only thing that gave him peace of mind was to work hard to do everything.

He asked John. "I heard that the Astral Army has performed well, and it can stay on the planet after the battle."

John replied. "Boss, it must be that the defense force of this planet has been seriously damaged to such a situation that only one of the ten regiments in the Astral Army will be arranged to replenish it."

Alan Bair said. "However, it should feel good to be able to continue to wander in the boundless universe."

John didn't answer.

When the smell of burning green spores and dead leaves in the air is cloudy and oppressive for them to inhale in their abdomen, the good and bad days in the nest will never return.

Fortunately, Alan Baier has no family, or does he not know who his family is, he has crossed over, but he has not inherited any memories, only the basic knowledge of this world, maybe because the place where the brain stores memories is separated, or a person's experience is also counted as part of the soul?

But he didn't give up because of this, but quickly adapted to the new day according to this ID card.

But even Alan Baier, who quickly adapted and survived in the nest, could not endure the cruelty of the imperial battlefield, the fear and helplessness of death, the huge and terrible greenskin, and the countless times despair of the suppressed order of the nest.

As the minutes ticked by, he suddenly noticed the Astral Army, or the flag of the 3rd Regiment of Cadiz, flying in the distance, and he patted his cheek and shouted to John.

"The recruits are here, serve them well!"

John nodded, and then let out a long roar, imitating the sound of the beast.

Moments later, a rainbow of light erupted from the forest, causing Alan Bair and John to laugh and see themselves in the group.

Maybe they kind of understand why the veterans let them be behind.

When the soldiers approached, Alan Baier went to receive them, counting how many people there were, and interestingly, a line, five teams of soldiers, about 50 people, and none of them had a higher rank than him.

Coupled with that stupid behavior just now, this should be a recruit from the nest, God knows what they went through, but it probably doesn't compare to Alan Baier's experience.

Alan Baier calmly instructed them how to do it, such as how the first team maintained the trenches, and the second team how to do it, and the five remaining veterans, who were also members of his original team, were now non-commissioned officers and could command them.

As the outpost began to get busy with the reinforced, Alan Bair asked again about the smell of incense and the familiar voice.

It was a beautiful blonde hair, and her mechanical arm held a precious long metal box with the Hellgun, the best weapon the Empire of Man had given to its best soldiers.

The smoke that soothes the soul swirls on it.,Is that a modified smoke generator on the girl's body or something.,Maybe it can be understood as body fragrance?

And the mechanical priest lady smiled on her cheeks. "We're meeting again, Second Lieutenant Alan Bair."

"I'll do the next weapon training for you, remember, the soul is roaring, and the Om Messiah is above."

Alan Bair couldn't help but relax when he saw his old acquaintance, and when he gratefully put on the new carapace armor, which was a defensive armor made of terracotta steel, powerful enough to resist laser gun fire.

Carrying the unique large energy battery backpack of the Hellgun, he held the pitch-black Imperial Blade.

"How's that, am I handsome?"

He shows off the carapace, which is similar to the color scheme used by Kashezin, with a predominantly green and camouflage pattern, which looks more futuristic than bulletproof armor.

But the mechanical priest was only staring at the canned supplies that had just been delivered...

Alan Bair, a little lost, okay, just a little.