Explosive bombs, blades, chainsaw swords, beams, heat, roars.

Black smoke surrounds the space of the nest capital, stopped by Gao Song's "sky", accumulates together, and becomes a "dark cloud" that makes people feel bad, Karui City is very special today, especially here, no resident will have the idea of forgetting it, as long as he has experienced it.

The square, once used to worship the emperor, was even more of a mess, with potholes, melted metal, crystallized stones, dead bodies, and green skins.

Countless green skins rolled wildly towards the square like a stream of water squeezed into a pipe, and then were killed by explosive bombs, forming piles of hills.

Civilians kept crowding towards the upper floors of the nest, and the huge elevators could not bear the weight of transporting useful people, old people, children, not young people, and even middle-aged people with no skills, and then what was waiting for them was a bayonet, and orders to make them and Greenskin desperate.

Whether it fits or not, no matter what they want to do, no one can stay out of the face of the calamity they feel, and the people who get on the elevator are not in paradise, they need to face the reality that the upper echelons can't accept so many people.

Even if the greenskins have already solved one-third of the population of the nest capital, the upper echelons are not a place prepared for tens of thousands of ordinary people, not to mention that they have to make way for the astral army.

Trampling, crowding, as long as you are shorter and move slower, you will be trampled by the crowd, and the death will be extremely ugly.

People in the nest capital can't enjoy the fresh air, just breathe, they can feel the fear, body odor, excrement and so on of the people around them.

The sunlight only made them feel glaring and scorching, and the still alive PDF took out weapons from the armory, and kept handing them out to those who fled, and then asked them to defend themselves against the enemy.

But there are not many weapons, and the young people here are screened out and use the beam guns of honor, after all, there is only a shortage of people in the nest today.

Death and fear resisted the advance of the greenskins, and while numbers were of little use in war, the Flesh Shield would be useful for the Astral Army.

Three civilians can be exchanged for the safety of a warrior, and that is worth and earning.

As the joke goes, your orcs will eventually dry up, and my people will be endless.

Whether to die under a blaster or a green-skinned knife, most civilians will choose the latter, because if they die in battle, they can return to the emperor, and if they are executed, they can only be lost in hell.

Such ridiculous, terrible battle situations spread like flames throughout the hive, but they were not decisive, the decisive thing was the duel between the three officers and the green-skinned one-eyed in the center of the square.

Alan Byer, Avada, and the staff officer form a triangle, when someone is in the blind spot behind One-Eye, they will attack, and if One-Eye fights back sideways, the other person will attack again, and mortals rely on this method to consume One-Eye's physical strength little by little.

The powerful orc leader is now covered in blood, not a piece of good meat, some are caused by the destructive stance of the Power Gauntlet, some are the beams of the Hellgun, and some are the traces of the chainsaw sword.

But their weapons couldn't kill One-Eye, and if the Power Fist and Chainsaw Sword could slash his major artery, or neck, it would be barely possible, but it would be too dangerous, and if touched by the war boss's weapon, the Void Shield would instantly overload.

If one of the three was incapacitated, such a delay could not last long now, and the one-eyed panted as he looked at the three officers.

"Shrimps, you really don't have the strength, dodge and dodge, and fight with me?"

Aggressive, low-level, useless, the three of them don't have much honor, especially for the aliens, as long as the one-eyed answer is another sting in the back, smoking, it is the hell gun welded an amazing hole in his back.

"Shut up, Alien!"

Alan Bair cursed, and One-Eye endured the attack from behind as he turned around to face the attack of the Power Glove and Chainsaw Sword.

Although his head, heart, spine, and every imaginable place was protected by terracotta armor embedded in flesh and blood, the constant attacks left his exposed places full of holes.

The Power Gauntlet's devastating stance can also break through the greenskin's armor.

One-eyed was dissatisfied and unhappy in his heart, not only did he step into the trap, but he was also besieged by these three bastards, he could feel the dissipation of his physical strength, and the feeling that these three shrimp officers were eyeing him.

But he didn't regret that he had given up on his previous tactics, and consuming them with ranged weapons would only clear the bunker here with bombs, and then he would face the total fire of the Astral Army.

He knew very well that if the Astral Army had to choose between killing him or being killed by the Greenskins, all the human soldiers here would not hesitate to attack him to make the Greenskins lose control.

Actually, One-Eyed is still sane, even if he follows his desires, the WAAAGH is absolutely sane.

It was the melee that kept him from having to bear the shot of a company of the Astral Army, but just the combined harassment of three officers.

It's just that the blood keeps ticking out, and his lack of body fluids is terrible, and the one-eyed can feel death getting closer and closer.

But, it doesn't matter, he's waiting, he's waiting, waiting for a voice, he's familiar, likes...

The staff officer looked at Greenskin a little distracted at the moment, and slashed with ingenious swordsmanship, flesh and blood flew sideways, and this time he almost sawed off the whole arm of One-Eye, but the boss was unmoved.

All three of them felt extremely strange, even a little scary, until they heard the humming of the engine.

"Oops, it's been delaying for too long!" Alan Bair was the quickest to realize that something was wrong, but it was too late, and the huge orc mecha broke through the houses that hindered the orcs' advance, causing countless orcs to roll into the square like the sea.

As it turned out, Mao favored One-Eye, and he managed to hold on, and Alan Baier scolded, and shot One-Eye's head to a burnt brown, almost ripe, and One-Eye couldn't stand the attack and lay on the ground.

But no matter what, the three of them couldn't kill a powerful enough orc boss in tens of seconds for the orcs to charge here...

The staff officer looked disapprovingly at the orcs who broke through the suppression of the explosive bomb in the distance. "Retreat!"

Both Lieutenant Colonel Katachan and Alan Bair looked unbearably until the orc's weapon hit the Void Shield, and the bubbles glowed a bright red warning color.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

The Astral Army shouted, lifted their heavy weapons, put them inside the Chimera, and left as fast as they could while firing back at the orcs, they were going to camp next to the elevator on the upper floor...

Fortunately, the orcs did not chase them, because they saw the dying one-eyed.

The bosses of the major tribes were gearing up, and they raised their weapons, and there was no doubt that the orcs did not like to be manipulated over them, and in fact Alan Bair's plan had worked as well.

The bosses pondered whether to bring back the one-eyed arm, or the thigh, or the head as their own trophies, and then continue the long and continuous war of infighting.

Until a rough shout appeared.

"Don't move! The boss spared me once, and I saved him once! "Iron Tooth came to the square at this moment, surrounded by special warfare boys, and half of his body was filled with the flesh and blood of many ordinary orcs, but he also recovered a lot of combat effectiveness because of it.

Anyone has to admire the vitality of the orcs, even if they are almost dead, as long as their heads are still intact, they can continue to fight together, even if they are physically dead.

In particular, the rough flesh and bones of the war leaders are as terrible as tanks, so to speak, Lieutenant Colonel Katachan, staff officer, and Alan Baier's firepower can completely destroy and dismember a Tiger tank in the 4K era, but it can't destroy an orc leader in the fastest time.

The plasma overload was enough to seriously injure an Astarte monk, but it only caused Iron Tooth to lose his arm.

This is the most terrible thing about orcs, they exist only for war, die for war, and war for war.

Even if their wounds are heavy enough to be biologically considered dead, they only need crude, ridiculous treatment to stay alive and survive.

Iron Tooth suppressed the bosses who wanted to continue the civil war, what he was doing now was not enough for the orcs, he could have become the leader of the war himself, but he had to lift up the dying one-eyed and let him be treated by the mad doctor.

Iron Tooth didn't know how to describe his current feelings, but he knew very well that by working with this guy, he could see the green-skinned flames burning the entire galaxy...

He was so convinced, and he did so, and he stayed by the unconscious one-eyed side, watching the madman stitch up his severed body, pumping all sorts of fluids into his blood-lost body, and Iron Tooth lay in the square, watching the boys build their own camp.

Then he laughed, yes, laughed, the nature of orcs is like this, there are too many obstacles encountered today, it is too difficult, but he played so coolly!

"Ahh waaaaagh！ waaaaagh！ ”

His frantic voice inspired the joy of the other orcs, and the boys demolished their houses, cleaned up the wreckage of weapons left behind by the Astral Army, and shouted with their bosses, and the earth-shattering waaaaagh echoed in the nest capital of the Human Empire, constantly reminding the Astral Army in the distance that you had lost half of the city, the whole world.

The terrible sound was heard in the distance, and now, the astral army has retreated to the elevator connecting the lower level to the upper level, this translucent Dark Age relic is as old as the city, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people for a single transportation, and countless fortresses and watchtowers have been designed here to prevent riots in the nest capital.

But even if it was impregnable, it could not stop the terrible voices of the orcs, who were now stationed here, their hearts were full of darkness and despair, and the attack had taken so many comrades that even the fourth platoon had lost four or five men.

And Alan Baier, who was obviously one of the weakest and most tired of the three, walked to the front of the stage, picked up the staff officer's horn, and spoke under the gaze of the soldiers, in the waaaagh that constantly reverberates.

"Brothers, do you think those green things have won? If it weren't for luck, the damned war boss would have been killed by us, but alas, his disgusting heretical god saved his life. ”

"But so what? We still have half of Karui today, and the richest and most stuffy place! ”

"Those high-class nobles with fat brains have a lot of good things!"

"Now, while the orcs aren't here, don't mess with the food and wine, go up and get those things down!"

"Good luck!"

These words made the astral army quickly believe that the orcs were not victorious, but defeated, because they did not take Karui City, and they still had the entire upper area and almost half of the people of the nest!

The officers of the Astral Army also came back to their senses, there are a lot of good things for the upper nobles!

They immediately organized people and led people up the elevator to collect things.

Alan Bair lowered his horn and sat wearily on the edge of the watchtower, looking at the devastated human city and the green-skinned mechs demolishing houses in the distance.

Those disgusting orcs were trampling what he once thought he had settled, and he thought he had found a home, but now he couldn't do anything.

He was lying on the top of the watchtower, the soldiers were resting, but the faint smell of spices attracted his attention...

"Who is so immoral?" He smelled it, it was a bit like nutmeg, but the most striking thing was the aroma of the steak, and he followed the smell down, only to find that it was a vent, which meant that there were people cooking in the watchtower?

Alan Baier walked in curiously, and saw a strange environment, communicators and weapons everywhere, but they had been carefully cared for, and prayers and strange symbols were plastered all over the walls.

The sound and aroma revealed that the owner was still there, and Alan Baier had the audacity to open the door to the guard room of the watchtower, where a blonde mechanical godgirl sat on her "little maza", grilling brown steaks in the "frying pan" with her arms outstretched.

The gravy overflowed the rim of the pan and was full of aroma, and she looked at an old piece of brown paper with one hand, made a fried meat with the other, and two pieces of potato-like starch plants stuck to the side of the steak to receive the rich juice on top.

Sprinkled with seasonings from time to time, and even high-grade black pepper...

Alan Baier rubbed the tip of his nose. "Didn't you leave?"

The mechanical godgirl turned her head sideways and replied. "No, I found something interesting, and I've actually been working on this all this time."

"I found pages with a record of the city's Dark Ages, what appears to be the STC at the end of the Dark Ages."

"I've been translating this ancient page, but I can't find a precise enough translation, and I just know that something is buried somewhere in the city..."

Alan Bair listened attentively, and then noticed a point of information, a repository of remnant technology from the Dark Ages?

He felt the excitement instantly, because the weapons in it were definitely enough to give him the ability to kill One-Eye...

"Let me see..."

As he said this, the mechanical girl tilted her head, which she didn't understand, because there was a soldier on the other side of her memory (head) record.

Until Alan Bair spoke. "I have ordered you as a second lieutenant platoon commander of the Astral Army, show me!"

Although the mechanical goddess is not governed, she still gave the page of brown paper because she was studying the whereabouts of STC in the Astral Army.

Roel took it, touched it, and felt that it would decompose anytime and anywhere, and the fragile kraft paper that seemed to be decomposed anytime and anywhere, I don't know how many centuries of antiques it had been placed, and even when I touched it too hard, I accidentally tore a piece of it...

His heart stopped for half a beat, but fortunately there was no writing in that area.

Looking at the vague things written on it, he felt that it should be a variant language similar to English, he could not distinguish much, as an "ancient" person, he could understand the bytes on it, but he could not understand the real meaning...

Until his "system", which was so silent that it did not exist, suddenly woke up, and light blue subtitles appeared in front of his eyes.

[Discover the text and start the translation system.] 】

Alan Bair suddenly noticed that he could read the words... It's a... Civilian goods purchase list?!