After a few years of life, the arm is like Seth (a perishable fruit), and the past days are bitter and unforgettable, how can you solve your worries? Only, Amset.

————— left by the ancient Terra poets

Today's Blue Bay Tavern is full of people, all in bulletproof armor and laser guns, double-headed eagles glittering in the dim tavern lights, and the smell of Amset is suffocating.

A few aborigines who usually like to taste wine pushed open the tavern and saw this group of big-headed soldiers carnivaling, and immediately turned to leave, the boss loved and hated this situation...

And the C position of this banquet is the wreckage of the engine shrine of Alan Bair and the Chimera personnel carrier, provided by the piece on the butt of some hapless soldier.

The staff officer carefully wiped the fragment, but he didn't expect that his life was just a few decades, and the Chimera actually left him first, and felt painful, and then he saw how Alan Baier had a bitter face, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"What's the matter, soldier, you're a miracle, if it weren't for you, this operation wouldn't have been successful, and more than 70 soldiers are back!"

John was even more drunk, holding his glass and shouting in low Gothic (almost dialect). "To my beloved platoon commander, Boss Alan Baier, my admiration for him is like a surging river..."

"Emperor Blessing, Star of the Empire, Alan Baier is invincible in the world, step on the green-skinned mecha, punch the green-skinned boss!"

And Alan Baier just got more and more uncomfortable the more he listened, he was just lucky, if it wasn't for the fact that Katachan helped him before, and he was accidentally given a long-bladed knife, and the orcs here love Katachan is simply outrageous, he would have died...

When this luck will end, he can't tell, it doesn't matter if he dies in battle, it's just that so many soldiers rely on him, and he begins to fear what will happen if he loses.

Whether it's retreat or bravery, he's really just lucky, it's not a god-emperor blessing, don't send him to the center of the battlefield! He just wanted to find a group of people to survive in this terrifying dark universe.

Alan Bair took a sip of Amset, the Amset of this world had a large amount of fruit mixed in it, and the overall taste was sweet, and his mood was soothed.

He exhaled hot air again, as if he was silently complaining about why he didn't die on the battlefield, and lamenting how he survived?

Alan Baier is a bit contradictory, he is fed up with the horror of this dark universe, and he can't let go of his comrades-in-arms, saying that he begs for death, probably a little, saying that he looks forward to living, probably too.

Ammunition is recovered to find a way to survive the constant attacks, Fight back Greenskins is to crawl back in a desperate situation, and even defeat Cans only because the Lieutenant Colonel is passing by.

What is he capable of?

Maybe he will die next time, how sad the people in the fourth row will be, this feeling makes him very unpleasant, and he thinks how good he would be if Astarte would be a punch, and he will tear up the cans with a punch and a chainsaw sword.

Ambition, generosity, superhuman will? Now that everything is gone, after surviving, people will have fear of the unknown that will follow.

What if you rely on luck and martial virtue to survive? The next time he dies, it will only make more people who care about him miserable and in danger.

He's not a god...

Alan Baier only felt that the sweet wine was bitter to drink, although he did not like to drink in the first place.

Suddenly, he was pulled by the brown-haired corporal, and he felt that his body was light, and the girl actually got a few fierce men and lifted him up forcefully.

"Long live Second Lieutenant Alan Bair! Long live the platoon commander! ”

"Long live the Star of Empire!"

A few people made the atmosphere of the tavern again, Alan Baier smiled at each other, and soon, this group of fierce men got him out into the street and walked by the city wall, if only the people involved in the battle knew about it before, now about the six thousand astral troops stationed in the south know about it...

In the tavern, the red-faced staff officer stroked the engine fragment. "You've done a good job, you've done a good job, it's okay, everyone will remember you, they just think the living are greater now."

The Mechanical Priest also sat down next to the staff officer with his bread, then put down his food, muttering to the loyal Imperial Engine...

Transcend?

And in the forest, in the past war, the huge traces of the orc mecha's actions attracted the attention of Lieutenant Colonel Arvada of Katachan, who had been tracking down the location of the orc anti-orbital equipment for a long time, but those damn things did a good job of counter-detection.

The fluctuating magnetic field and the huge forests of this garden world make it very silly and uncertain to visually inspect the position of the probes and artillery over the forest.

The Katachang people have been looking for it, but the forest sea is long, how can it be so easy to find, but now that the huge orc mecha has been opened, the traces of this thing are not easy to hide.

The seasoned hunters followed the smell of chainsaws and oil, slashing through the forest and cutting vines, the cacophony of orcs seemed to be in their ears, making people feel irritated.

Silent, full of murderous intent, they march through the forest like ghosts, they are Katachan, the heroes of the Empire's dead world, the real terrible monsters, the demons of Katachan.

Hot melt guns, explosive bullets, beam carbines, Katachan long blades, although they are streamlined, they are all good things.

Compared to its experience and strength, it will give the orcs additional surprises and joy!

But Arvada soon saw what was next, and he did see a large number of beasts, but he miscalculated.

It would be fine if it was just the One-Eyed Orcs, but there were still huge wild groups visible to the naked eye, One-Eyes was now sitting on the throne, a large number of orc mechs, dueling arenas, and dozens of rumbling garbage cannons were being built, and Arvada felt his hairs stand on end.

Arvada quickly realized that the Astral Army had been deceived, and the Planet Governor did not report that the number of greenskins in this world was so exaggerated, just that during this time, there were probably tens of thousands of them that were defeated near Karui City and gathered here!

The number has even exceeded the strength of Karui City, where the Astral Army is stationed!

This planet has long been polluted by green skins!

The Katakham's faces froze, this situation was beyond their control, the interference of the communicator and the loss of contact with other cities made the Astral Army feel that this world was only 10,000 orcs, and they were unable to gather a larger team that could destroy other worlds.

But the reality is that the orc infection here is so severe that it is necessary to notify the Inquisition...