It was no surprise that the green-skinned orcs were attacking one after another on the pitch-black ground, and the men were vigilant with the crudely weaponry of those hungry for death and blood, and the staff officers were vigilant, and the morale and honor of the emperor were already high, and of course the loss of ammunition large enough to drown the living.

The Imperial Guard's laser guns are now apparent, as a single promethium generator can provide a company with almost unlimited ammo, and promethium is a much more important energy source than explosive ammunition or logging gun ammunition.

In the sandbags and trenches, the appearance of the Imperial Guard shooting with their heads buried in the trenches made Alan Baier can't help but think of what it was like when he defended against the orcs in Karui City, the two memories merged at this moment, and they seemed blurry under the influence of subspace energy, and suddenly, the collapsing Karui City flashed in his mind as if it was a prophecy.

One-eyed, one-eyed, the war leader, revealing his body that had turned into a skeleton, drove the ancient giant machine like a necromancer to re-destroy the city, and the things he protected turned into smoke...

"Bastard!" Alan Baier covered his head and scolded, under the illusory sight, the shot of the relic pistol smashed a green-skinned head, and the staff officer couldn't help but ask. "What's the matter, Captain, are those psionics making you uncomfortable?"

Alan Bair replied. "It's nothing, I'm starting to feel wrong, it looks like something is affecting me, evil witchcraft."

The staff officer said. "Our soldiers are also experiencing this one after another, and the psionic team reports that they feel a particularly powerful subspace haze covering here, but they can't tell if it's the wreck itself or something else."

Alan Beyer's sober analysis. "It could be caused by the warship's distortion and mutation." But he actually wondered if there was a demon or a powerful subspace entity, but that kind of thing should only exist in the subspace rift...

But the main situation at the moment is to deal with the restless orcs here, they are not organized, and it is clear that the war leaders have not spent any energy on this matter, but the news of the human invasion of the wrecked ship should have spread.

According to the confession of the blood axe orcs, if nothing else, those orcs should happen to be in the war, the contradiction between the blood axe and the snake bite has lasted for an unknown amount of time, after all, everything in subspace is quite vague.

Sometimes Alan Bair was envious of the orcs, who had nothing to think about but violence and war, and who had a long history but did not worry about the decline of any civilized race.

Then his boots stomped on the head of an orc that had fallen into the trenches, knowing that mortal power could not do this, so the head had been laser-cooked, and the smell of minced meat and rotten mushroom soup permeated Alan Baier's head, making him rarely sober.

No amount of envy could stop him from killing those aliens, and he hadn't thought about keeping much humanity alive since he entered this desperate fortieth millennium.

In this dark universe where the gods laugh and civilization cries, nothing remains, including himself.

And the Imperial Guard was not completely passive during this time, when the scouts they sent out explored the area like eyes, and in just a few hours, they detected several orc strongholds on the surface.

In fact, the orcs look stupid, but they are definitely not stupid, and when they realize that gathering together can stifle countless grotesque situations from happening, the orc tribes here appear faster than in the normal world, and the warships of tens of thousands of years ago provide the orcs with an inexhaustible supply of materials to supply the war engine.

The concept of time in subspace is too vague, so that many ships still have a lot of food and guns, and they are forced to supply the greenskins to the moment when they can complete their own greenskin ecological cycle.

Fungal land provides nutrients, Scrooge switches nutrients to a higher life system, the orcs finally benefit, and then die in the war to feed the terrible land, and when they come to the real universe, the heat of the stars, the killing of other races becomes additional energy.

The ecology of the entire universe is like a trapper, driving the entire shipwreck to beat in subspace, and has even become a part of the soul of today's shipwreck.

This bloodthirsty place is now driving its orcs to attack the Imperial Guard one after another, whether orcs or humans, as long as the flesh is torn in the fungal ground of its epidermis, it will become its nourishment, and even this wrecked ship may rely on the feelings of the dead soul to keep the machine soul alive.

"Heresy—" Alan Bair watched as the ground sucked up the blood and flesh he had stepped on, leaving only the bones, not the feeling of seeping into the earth, but the feeling of sucking, squeezing.

At this time when he finally cleaned up the orcs, Alan Bair had time to ask. "Colonel Lane, do you have any news for your scouts?"

Partolia's Imperial Guard is excellent, a rare ally to fight side by side, and when that was said, Ryan told him most of the information they had learned so far.

Coordinates, time, location, and recommended priority, it feels like he is more suitable as a staff officer than a regimental commander, but I heard that he seems to be a colonel who has risen from staff officer.

Ryan said suddenly. "New report, about three thousand orcs are coming."

Alan Bair said. "Pretty much the sum of the current mess of trivial attacks, is there a kill can or a boss?"

"There are no cans, but the boss has three or four, and it can be seen that they should be Gough orcs." Ryan was intelligent and erudite, and after Alan Bair was willing to share his orc knowledge with him, he became an orc expert in almost the shortest time, but he was still far from the veterans who often fought in places like Armageddon.

"Staff officer, tell the soldier to take out the deflagration gun, we can't have a loss of living force, no one can't do it, damn it, have you finished eating dessert?" Alan Baier still has a slight sense of humor to ridicule this matter, it is not easy, if it is a new recruit, it is probably already in chaos.

There was no advantage in numbers and supplies, and after a fierce battle for several hours, the staff officer couldn't help but curse.

"Those orcs don't get tired, no matter what the star sector is, they are so enthusiastic, I can't stand it."

Alan Baier patted him on the shoulder. "Entertain them with explosive bombs and lasers, as usual."

He turned on the communicator. "The elites of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi are going to have a hard time, but I deduce that this group of orcs should be the largest tribe near this area, and if we can clean it up, then we should be able to sleep well at night."

And the veterans of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi have also experienced the crazy attack of One-Eye, and only a few thousand orcs are completely ignorant, and they are still in the mood to ridicule. "That's not enough orcs."

"Boss, is that what you mean by nine deaths?"

Alan Bair scolded back. "You guys wait to get off the shipwreck, the orcs are enough to fight."

There was laughter from the communicator, saying that they were not afraid of anything, that the orcs were all bad breeds, long live the emperor, etc., but no matter how hard the mouth was, it was not easy to kill any alien, and even the emperor could not relax until the end of the hot wind of battle on the battlefield.

Alan Bair held a telescope and watched as the battleship in the direction of the report came out of the mountain. "Here, about three or four thousand, not too dense..."

The restless green stuff poked its head out, but something wasn't quite right, they didn't have weapons in their hands, but many of the orcs came empty-handed, and instead of waaaagh, they moved forward impatiently and aimlessly.

"Something is wrong, get your weapons ready, it looks like something is chasing them, the orcs should be at the top of the food chain here, something that can make three or four thousand orcs hold their heads and run around..."

Colonel Ryan asked the scout about the situation urgently, but the scout only made a staccato voice and said a few words. "Emperor, angel! It's an angel! ”

Ryan had no choice but to turn off the communicator. "It seems that the gathering of greenskins caused a small short-circuit on the radio, which is rare, and only occurs when a large number of greenskins are extremely emotional."

Alan Bair replied. "To be able to scare those things with arms thicker than a human head to such an extent, what kind of monster is it tens of thousands of years ago?"

The entire Imperial Guard was silent, they put away their previous attitude, and looked at those orcs vigilantly, only to see thousands of orcs running forward frantically, and the orc bodies behind them suddenly exploded, as if they had been bombarded by psionic energy, and the other orcs next to him moved forward in even more fear.

Before the orcs exploded, there was a familiar muffled sound, like... Bang?

Alan Bair frowned, but the staff officer, the longest-serving staff here, heard something was wrong. "Captain, this seems to be..."

Before the words could be finished, the roar of the jumping backpack echoed across the land, and six Space Marines leaped high and swooped down into the sky, chainsaw swords and blasters slashing and firing, and the screams of blood and orcs continued.

On the hillside behind, the reason for the orc's split before also became clear, it was about 10 or so Star Marine tactical squads, plus 6 assault squads, a non-commissioned officer, the sharpest scalpel of the Empire, and their winged red eagle-like warband emblems shining in this desperate land.

Their armor couldn't tell if it was red or white, and while the Destruction Eagle's armor was predominantly white, it now looked like it was...

"Holy Blood Angel?!" Colonel Lawne shouted incredulously the name of the warband he had speculated, and Alan Baier couldn't help but feel that he and the son of St. Giles were inseparable.

However, when Alan Bair saw that his men were preparing to perform the Aquila salute, he immediately cursed. "Salute after the fight!"

The elites realized it later, and they still said it on their lips. "The emperor is above, the angels are here to help us!"

No matter how excited he is to shoot loyal bullets, there is no doubt that the appearance of the Space Marines is a violent stimulant, and the effect is even worse than the blessed imperial tonic.

The Skady Fourth Regiment did not fight alongside the Space Marines, but the Space Marines they encountered were unintelligent lunatics or deranged traitors.

Shooting, shooting, shooting, blasting bullets and chainsaw swords are constantly slaying those orcs, blood and death, loyalty and victory are permeating the land, and the blood of the heart pump is getting faster, and people can't help but rejoice.

"Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The Falcons of Destruction also found out that something was wrong, how could there be an Imperial Guard here? They're a bit powerful, huh?

The non-commissioned officer said in the communicator. "Mortal troops, loyal people, have come here, Emperor, they will die, but they have met us." He instantly understood what the previous troops were covering for, even though he was a hundred years old, such a crazy action was rare for him.

"All battle brothers, hurry up and end the battle, I don't want to see you kill as fast as mortals."

The entire crew of the Destruction Eagle replied in a low, heavy, and terrifying one. "Disaster has struck!"

The loud sound was reinforced by powerful power armor, and the terrifying sound caused blood to flow even from the eyes and noses of orcs, whose nerves and bones were much thicker than humans.

Under the encirclement and suppression of only 4,000 orcs, it can be said that it is no different from the mutated corn harvest born in the agricultural world.

Flesh and blood covered the ground, and with not a single xenomorph alive, the Imperial Guard and the Astartes finally met, and in the trenches, the elite of the 143rd Regiment of the Skadi Fourth and the Partolian Guard crossed their arms over their chests.

The Angels of the Empire walked with their heads held high, their power armor large and loyal, silent and agile, and their red-helmeted non-commissioned officers walked up to Alan Bair, or more precisely to the Command.

"Mortals, Imperial Guard, we recognize your bravery, but an opponent like the space wreck is not something you can solve, mortal, give us the strategic data here, and then stay stationed, and we will ask the fleet to let you leave when we are cleared."

He is for the good of the Imperial Guard, but also for the sake of mortals, the space wrecks are extremely dangerous, but his kindness has given the Imperial Navy his life to send them, where is the will of the people who want to die and live in the Imperial Guard?

And if they want to kill the orcs for hundreds of years, this sector and the soldiers here will starve to death.

However, Alan Bair had to admit that although he was a mortal, the sense of security and reliability of the Space Marines was indescribably strong.

Alan Baier can also be regarded as a tall man, but he is no match for a three-meter Space Marine, and the blaster and chainsaw sword in his hand alone are the size of half of his "strip" man.

But he won't show weakness either. "We didn't come to this world to give you a hand, angels, we are the Imperial Guard, and trillions of humans in this sector are enduring hunger, if the Mandeville point here is not expanded, in just half a year, hundreds of millions of people of the empire will die."

"Angel, if you are really warriors fighting for the emperor, then let the soldiers here die, if their death can be exchanged for driving out the aliens as soon as possible, one more day is the way to let tens of thousands of humans survive."

Colonel Ryan hadn't expected him to speak directly to the Space Marines, and while he didn't like to be driven away, the Imperial Guard's mission would be a good fit for them to do now.

The non-commissioned officer who destroyed the Eagle only thought for a moment. "Very well, mortal, go to death, with your honor, and intelligence, for the sake of the Emperor."

"I agree with you joining the operation, loyalist."

Alan Baier breathed a sigh of relief, and the staff officer also wiped his cold sweat, after all, how terrible the space soldiers are, they know very well, in front of Karui City, the combat power of killing three thousand imperial soldiers in just one minute, like a god.

Alan Baier took out the tactical tablet, shared the situation with the warriors of the Empire, the angels of the Emperor, and said. "For the sake of the Emperor, with you joining, the battle will definitely be easier."

The non-commissioned officer replied. "This is not a war, this will be a massacre, mortal, I agree with you to join, it is for you to witness our power, the power of the Empire, to make your loyalty stronger, and the ticket, that is, your soldiers will be on the verge of death."

He shouted to all the mortals here without using a communicator, his voice clear as if the light of a star was shining on this dark side.

"Emperor's people, Imperial Guard, you are honored to work with the Destruction Eagle Warband, and with Astarte, you will witness victory, the death of the Xenomorphs, the victory of loyalty, and the victory of humanity."

"Now, bring your consciousness out and see how we kill the aliens!"

"For the Emperor!"

At this moment, the angels seemed to be the commanders, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, full of three thousand elites, couldn't help but shout in their hearts. "For the Emperor!"

But what the Astartes don't know is that what they're going to face is not ordinary orcs, but terrible demons.

Orcs actually have degeneration (gene seed mutation?). Ancient orcs are all bonebreakers, the kind of macho men ()

(End of chapter)