Furry smile, for the orcs this huge space wreck is such a thing, and the subspace jump, to be honest, is completely accidental, but the green skins on this waste ship are actually more than one tribe, they rely on each other for fun when they drift in subspace, and now back in the real world, the Imperial Guard has become the new fun, garbage cannons, anti-orbit clicks, and things you can imagine or even unimaginable are constantly being fired.

But the accuracy is not very high, although there are still countless loyal warships of the Empire turned into fireworks in an instant, the Bordello is extremely lucky, she is not very close to this damn alien creation, but those garbage cannons are almost ultra-long-range shotguns, and the miscellaneous fragments are almost overloaded with the Void Shield.

"Damn aliens!" The captain held on to the rudder, the Poldero's pistons roared, and the overloaded sub-light engine spewed flames in the other direction of the huge space hulk.

Their luck was excellent, and it could even be said that the emperor really sheltered them, and under such a natural disaster alien invasion event, they successfully left the range of the aliens.

Alan Bair looked at something as large as a planet in the distance, and above it was his old "friend" orc, Greenskin.

"Damn it, Captain, did our trip have any effect?"

The captain said with a sad face. "The Mandeville point is completely covered, and even if we can get close, we can't squeeze into the gap between reality and subspace, but we are alive and blessed by the emperor."

Alan Baier asked. "Will those orcs go, or will they be annihilated?"

The captain replied. "Generally speaking, space wrecks are almost always wiped out by Space Marines, but this scale may require the entire Space Marine Warband to log in to calm down."

"And it may take centuries for them to come, after all, the empire is full of wars..."

Alan Bair understands that even the sharpest scalpel blade in the Empire's records, the elite warbands of the Space Marines are powerless against a space wreck full of enemies and terrain.

Even Terminator veterans often die from exploring the Shipwreck, and even though the location of the Kaba base is important, the chances of a Space Marine being there in a short period of time are not likely in the face of the Empire's long and vague communications.

"Let's go to the nearby Imperial World Station first, where is the nearest place?" Alan Baier asked.

"Indeed, it is not easy to live now." The captain looked at the command room still in order, and it was obvious that everyone had become accustomed to the contradictions caused by various alien heretics, and chaos and insults could not solve anything.

"Partolia, the capital of the star sector and the world of nests, has become a place known for its business and cheap labor."

"Starwhisperer, send encrypted information to the Imperial Channel in accordance with the procedures for discovering the cosmic shipwreck, and hope that someone will answer."

"Commander of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, it looks like we're having to delay for a while."

Alan Bair replied. "If you delay, you will delay, we didn't think that we would be safe and sound along the way, damn the aliens, and treat the world of the empire as something of theirs?"

"Staff officer, do propaganda with the soldiers on the ship, find some brochures for the world of the nest capital or something, mainly for the 113th armored regiment of Foraxia, our old oilmen will return to the nest as if they are going home."

The staff officer replied. "I know, but it's really unexpected that the orcs would suddenly come here, and that there is no large-scale record of such a large space hulk ship within the Empire?"

Alan Bair replied. "After all, this thing usually lurks in subspace, and I see about 7 kinds of flags on it, but according to my understanding of greenskin, they should be divided into two factions, Gough and snake bite, the background color and style of their flags and the symbols on them can express their classification of themselves."

"Probably because of this, they don't have the ability to build something like a large waaagh jump engine to break through the subspace, and I can imagine the chaos of the orcs after they entered the scrap ship and stationed there, and soon found that it was guided by the subspace energy into the non-physical world."

"War, they are at war with their own people without enemies, and the long-term war has delayed the orcs' transformation of the shipwreck, and I can see that there are many craters on it."

Staff officer, the captain of the ship, looked at Alan Baier with a surprised expression. "You're really not an orc boss, are you?"

Alan Beyer retorted. "I need to clarify a few times, I don't have anything to do with the greenskins, don't use a few clicks of the greenskinned things to say that I might be an alien, and my relationship with them is like this to kill and be killed."

The staff officer replied. "But the relationship between the greenskins and the greenskins is the same, you are just the greenskins of another tribe."

Alan Bair covered his mouth. "During this time, I need not to spit out any disloyal remarks and promote the boy except for chanting the emperor's pious language."

The staff officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Of course, my, boss."

The staff officer shouted into the communicator, and the communicator replied in reply, a familiar voice and an unfortunate fate.

"Staff, what happened, I was tending to my partner (Sentinel Mech) in the armory, and then my ass was embedded in the Chimera's broken sharp armor block due to the sudden acceleration! It's bleeding! ”

The staff officer scolded. "Bandage it casually, don't waste the artificial skin on the ship, wait for us to go to the nest capital and find a black doctor to treat it with a few pieces of starch!"

The captain replied weakly. "Yes, sir..."

The joke ends here, they need to adjust and match to get into the orbit of the nest, the subspace engine has just been overloaded, and now they are in a dangerous situation, and the greenskinned patrol ship has started playing nearby, if they want to survive, they must seize the chance to escape.

This is equivalent to a movable orc casting world suddenly appearing in the physical universe, noncommittal, this star sector is facing extinction, and the fourth Skadi regiment will definitely not be able to log in to the wrecked ship and destroy the orcs on it, first, they have no capture points, and logistics and rest cannot be guaranteed.

Second, the structure of the wrecked ship is complex, full of orc war weapons and traps, even if a space soldier enters it, it will be nine deaths, let alone mortal troops?

Thirdly, the orcs will definitely attack the nearby Imperial human warships and worlds, with a little more popularity and a little more power, they will definitely be able to live longer if they find the nest capital world and the local PDF and Astral Army.

Weighing the pros and cons, the Pordro spews flames, shuts down the bird divination in the roar of the mech, and prays that the evil greenskin won't discover its existence until the blue flame fades away in the void...

The gods are always playing with people's souls in this dark void, maybe this subspace teleportation is also a joke of the chaos gods, but for mortals, it is undoubtedly a catastrophe, death, tragedy, change, but also life, war, betrayal, is the main color of this dark universe, in Partoria like a spire of the dark forest, the middle nest is a dark place.

The color white seems to be born against her, this human world has been developed for tens of thousands of years, and now there is no value except for manpower and a small amount of underground mining, but there are always people who want to be different.

White, white, represents purity, hope, and doctors, although doctors no longer use white robes in this dark forty thousand years, but in the black clinic of this nest capital, the white skull is still a sign that there is someone here, and the head is hung on the door, which means that this is a good place to delay your visit to the emperor.

Ironically, what was once a sign of death is now a life-saving signal.

The room was filled with strange things, but anyone who had been on the battlefield could probably tell that it was a green-skinned click, or machine gun, on a metal shelf, like a trophy.

But no matter how you look at it, it's a tattered, and next to that tatte is a jewel-like stone, but anyone with a discerning eye can recognize it, and that thing is the detector of the Titanium Clan's combat suit.

The room was a small room with only cabinets, metal shelves, tables, a mess of props, chainsaws, drills, broken floors, and cracked walls, with only the dim glow of the lumen balls.

The honor of the emperor and the light of the sun have nothing to do with this place, there is only a cold light and a cold clean.

Bright voices echo here, and it is clear that this is not the voice of the owner. "Lucas, a former Imperial Guard medic, 56 years old, retired, unemployed, loyal to the state church, hoping to become an anglican priest, but during the physical test, it was found that the body was mutated, and a small scale of about half a centimeter or so was born on the third segment of the right little finger, which is suspected to be due to a heretical contamination."

"Do you know this person? Doctor? "PDF or the lord's private corps, the doctor can't tell who he is, only that he disturbed his sitting today.

The red-and-white aristocratic uniform and his ridiculously large hat resembled a lobster, the crimson crest of the lord's family crest on his chest, and the roar of a lion was even more stupid.

"I don't know, my lord, I still need to open a business today in exchange for a few starch blocks, my lord." The doctor replied in his clinic that he was wearing a pitch-black leather scarf, that his right hand had been lost in an "accident" and that he had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic, and that he looked to be only about 34 years old.

PDF raised his weapon, although the gesture of pointing it at someone else was not good at all, at least compared to the time when he used to be a soldier, it was not enough at all.

The doctor had already imagined how he could subdue the recruit, and all he had to do was lift his chainsaw, then lift his erratic laser gun, slit his throat, and finally run out of the back of the clinic.

"Of course, sir—" he pointed slowly toward his cabinet, like a drill, a chainsaw, something that opened the patient's head, or something that killed him.

"Don't move! Doctor! You have to be quiet! I was sent by Lord Lane! The soldier shouted, and the doctor then suddenly pressed down and came out of the closet to take out a piece as fast as he could.

Chocolate, yes, is real chocolate made from cocoa butter, and it has a lot of money in the nest.

"My lord, this is a gift from my last visitor, I'm sorry, I don't have anything good to entertain you." The doctor said as if his face had changed, but the chocolate wrapped in tin foil made the PDF soldier in front of him feel extremely mocking.

And he is... PDF of honor? Truth be told, he felt he couldn't stop it, and if it wasn't chocolate but a military dagger or even a pen, he might have been killed.

"Ahem, of course—" he wiped his sweat. Doctor, I wish you all the best in your business, and thank you for your cooperation. He took the chocolate, his thighs still shaking, he couldn't easily climb to the position of the PDF, and today he realized how he should investigate one thing, and that was not to mess with the snake.

This is the Hive Capital, where the Empire is mixed, where the Doctor sits in his place, rubbing his metal fingers.

He's not used to his server fingers, and he's not used to turning from a soldier to a damn ...

Chops...

"O Divine Emperor and all the saints of his old man's family, for the emblem of the double eagle, singing the praises of the worlds, only fighting, only winning, we are..."

He muttered distractedly, and then a blonde young man in a green military uniform came up with a cigarette in his mouth, limping with a large bandage on his buttocks. "We are the Hammer of the Empire, sir, and you served?"

The lieutenant walked in with his ass covered.

The doctor replied. "No, three pieces of starch, I'll get you a skin plucked from a living person, there is no guarantee of complications, there is something like AIDS and I will give you a discount for follow-up treatment, six pieces of skin made by a genetic sage, guaranteed to be the same as your mother's new."

The second lieutenant scolded. "You can rob me, but you still bid, I thank you family, if you're willing to make a discount, I think we can still discuss, after all, my skin may heal well, and your stomach is destined to be empty."

The doctor scolded. "Little rookie, keep your mouth clean, your mother was not born when Lao Tzu and the orcs did it, if I hadn't fought bloodily, a guy like you would have died under the attack of the alien!"

The second lieutenant laughed. "Old thing, show your feet, huh? I haven't lost the scolding, give me a discount now. ”

The doctor replied. "You inquire about the bailiff in this district who dares to arrest me, only a fledgling thing like you dares to provoke me, I give that guy chocolate is a daily protection fee, you know the rules of the nest when you come outside, the weak, a weak person like you should be eaten!"

The second lieutenant nodded. "You're not a bad person, so if you don't do business or not, don't think I'm really afraid of your threat, three pieces of starch for Lao Tzu to clean up! If it weren't for the staff officer telling me to save, Lao Tzu would have asked you to see a doctor?! ”

The doctor sighed, where did this soldier oil come from, their regiment commander is afraid that he is not a brain*.

At this moment, Alan Baier, who was eating Golo's beast meat pie in the Planet Governor's Mansion, suddenly felt a sour nose, and he covered his nose and sneezed.

"Huh... Your Governor, your pepper tastes so strong. ”

The Planetary Governor looked upright, as capable as an old nobleman, and was about 40 years old, but Alan Barr felt that he didn't seem so stupid. "Of course, your opinion is of excellent reference value, but the treatment of the orcs remains to be discussed, so let's continue to eat, continue to eat."

Well, really TM can play Tai Chi, Alan Baier sighed, it seems that the planetary governor equals waste is the imperial consensus, before he despairs, a young Imperial Guard, wearing a white military helmet with the feathers of an unknown creature, a black and white military uniform and a sword.

How to describe it better? Alan Baier thought about it for a long time, probably the British colonial army that came out of the Napoleonic era!

"The commander of the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards, Colonel Lane, has come to discuss Greenskin matters with the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, the commander of the 113th Panzer Regiment of Foraxia, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair." After he finished speaking, the planetary governor instantly wilted and asked the servant to arrange a seat.

He sat down like an old guard, cutting the cutlets, and said naturally. "We need a little bit of time, I'm sorting out all the supplies in this nest, Lieutenant Colonel, I'm going to fight back against those things."

Alan Baier looked at it, this person seems to be able to hand it over...

He held out his hand. "Very well, for the emperor's sake."

Colonel Lane also held out his hand. "For the Emperor."

(End of chapter)