Mechanical parts were strewn all over the floor, death and misery were scattered in the Imperial equipment, and the orcs tied up the gear boys, counted the red robes, and carefully recorded the list of "items".

"Ten pounds, ten pounds, one hundred pounds, ten pounds, ten pounds..."

"Brother Mao, there are hundreds of them!"

"Add food, add dinner in the evening, Wuhu~"

The orc's rough words struck the mechanical priest or the data craftsman in the face with spittle, and even though their mechanical face didn't care about those things, they could still feel humiliation.

In terms of strength, ordinary ropes could not restrain them, and the orcs directly cut off all their mechanical arms with machetes in order to save time, and now those high-ranking members of the Mechanic Cult can only lie on the ground like maggots, and their red robes are stained with dust on the ground.

"Alien, Ommisiah, will sanction you!" The emotional bondage devices were all uncertain because of the shame, and a data craftsman almost screamed out the words, but all that awaited him was the slap of the big green hand of the special operations kid.

"Shut up, Gear Boy, we still have work to do."

Then the piston heart of the mechanical cult sensed what a myocardial infarction was, and the damn heretic reached out and took the cutter to cut the iron sheet off their starport.

"Heresy! Abnormity! You can't, you can't! O my Omemessiah! O god of all machines! ”

But the call of this guy couldn't hinder the orcs in the slightest, and after the buzzing roar of tools and sparks, the mech-by-brick go-by pieces of adamantite gold were broken down into a mess of scrap metal, and the boys picked it up, hammered it at will, and transformed it.

"Oh Misiah!" The Mechanics shouted, they would rather die than see this.

The once honorable Steel Gate has turned into an orc paradise, they are not the Imperial Guard, in addition to the mission, they will also fill their own pockets, Makato knows very well that after this mission, the Iron Gate will cease to exist, and the orcs who get food and waste will flourish, maybe he will one day be retribution, the alien backlash, but now the heresy is even more vicious.

War does not distinguish between loyalty and heresy, it only shows a smile to the victor, and you can never decide who will die, who will live, who will tell the follow-up, he can only strive for victory, he knows that the stakes are high, he just needs to be clear, everything he does is judged by history.

The three planetary engines slowly approached and merged under the transformation of the orcs and the propulsion of the battleship, and the tattered scrap iron and the modified shell were spliced into a triangle, forming a terrifying war weapon with a size of 100 kilometers in the incomparable void, and the three volcanic cannons were connected in series, and the Mecha Sect couldn't believe that such a crazy and disgusting creation was actually gradually completed in front of them.

From the initial doubts, rebellion to watching heretical technology, and the thirst for knowledge forced them to stop their inner prayers for the God of All Machines and choose to think about why orcs can be like this.

"Miracle, such a thing—" The priest watched in disbelief as the pipes were being linked in states he couldn't understand, and the orcs had broken the way they were forged, but he still couldn't understand why the orcs were modifying their volcanic cannons.

The catastrophe is near, heresy is ahead, the Ark of Evil Omen roars, why are they building here, regardless of death, what are they doing, death does not distinguish between loyalty and aliens.

The Mechanical Priest had described himself as intelligent and untouchable, but he didn't understand human nature, he didn't understand greenskins, and he had a lot of thoughts, and those aliens broke his thoughts and made him feel emotional.

The volcano cannon fits completely in the void, as if it is erected in the universe, stretching the heavens and the earth, like a giant in Greek mythology, standing on the spine of the world.

Pure gold molds its body, pottery steel is its bone, refined iron is its shape, and concentrated crystals are its soul, this restless machine soul makes the mechanical sect that best understands the god of all machines tremble, and the orcs shape and liberate the beast, and now the killing weapon stands in the void.

One-eyed looked at the surprised look on the Gear Boy's expression, and his interest came, and his military boots stepped in front of him. "Why do you think you're smart?"

"If you don't have respect, you will never recover."

"Why be surprised, as if you've never seen it before, why be surprised, as if you can't do it?"

"I study every day, but I can't do anything, I fight, I am addicted to the scriptures, but your achievements are not as good as one-thousandth of our orcs."

The priest retorted. "Corruption and depravity, I have become commonplace, the worst is the most defiled classics, the void is getting out of control, the machine soul is chaotic, this is the reason why I study."

"I wield a hammer, sparks fly, I perfect the circuit, and the furnace doesn't stop."

"The bell will ring 12 times, and your heretics will dissipate!"

One-eyed laughed. "Look at it now, it's not you who is saving the Empire, it's our blasphemy machine, your scriptures are useless, where is your god of all machines?"

The priest's voice was full of fluctuations. "I won't listen to your heretical statements, I won't understand your heretical transformation, we won't listen to you!"

"The bell rings for a long time, 12 times, I must be extremely smart... Brilliant and brilliant...! ”

One-eyed licked his lips, the shrimp was really funny, his big green face was full of smiles, his thoughts could easily change a person, he was smart, terrifying, deadly, sometimes people even forgot that he was an enemy of the Empire, but inheriting that name, he was destined to fight with Alan Bair.

The kid shouted. "It's done, sir, now it's ready to launch anytime, anywhere."

"Well done, non-commissioned officer, I will remember that you all paid, now show me your green palms, anyone with calluses can get a pound of canned food after the matter is over."

The boys raised their fingers high, those aliens worked hard for the Empire, ridiculous, but the Mechanics were lying on the ground, who is saving humanity now? Who knows who is clear, and what are the next steps?

Makato holds great power, dilemma, sacrifice or victory, defeat or success, infamy or understanding through the ages, and now as the commander he has to carry it all, the communicator in his hand is the decider, he has become a giant, standing between the void, hindering heresy.

He couldn't resist, he couldn't fear, he was waiting, he was waiting, he needed someone to lay the groundwork for war, but he believed that someone would show the way for the heroic spirit of the empire, and one day, one day, there would be a place for him under the golden throne.

He will do whatever it takes to continue this ancient empire for a long time, and if they can lay the groundwork in the second battle, they will shake the world, one day, one day.

In the void, in silence, in the darkness, in the battleship, at the command point, the captain closed his eyes, and he sang what he heard from a certain staff officer.

"I may not see glory in my lifetime, but I gladly join the fight, and when future generations tell our story, it will be sung from generation to generation tonight."

"I have seen miracles big and small, and if the wild cat can succeed, then I will succeed too, to the emperor, I am like water flowing through the land, and I will pass on honor and life to you."

"For the faithful will follow the faithful, and we will follow the faithful, and we will never cease."

The voice was not loud, it constantly echoed in the dark ships, if they did not come back, if they did not succeed, sacrifice or honor would turn into smoke and rain, he hoped, he did so, he fought bloodily for the empire, he would pass on his honor.

All hope is in the orbiath, in the Pordero, in the loyal wit, in his partner.

Every minute and every second, lives are lost, and they do not regret it, if they are dragged into hell by the gravity of the heretical ark, before they die, they only hope that their information can be returned to their comrades.

Everyone was engrossed, unable to see their expressions in the dark, whether they were afraid or expectant, or praying to the God Emperor, but they were all silent, they did not infect others with their emotions, they were just enjoying the madness, the danger, and the opportunity of the moment, and they absolutely wanted to seize that life.

Drip, drip, drip, drip!

Moved, dark green. "Record the coordinates quickly! Correspondent! ”

The captain shouted almost instantly. “125832，234619… 88, O Emperor! ”

"We made it!"

"Start the engine, let's go home!"

"No! Captain, we're too close, the gravity of the Ark of Heresy is pulling us, and it takes us a full five minutes to start the engines! We're already close to the atmosphere, and their defensive guns will detect us. ”

"We're finished!"

The engine roared, the piston trembled, and Poldro tried his best to keep his partner alive and the Imperial Navy unscathed, but the evil power of the heretical ark kept pulling at the souls of mortals, as if all the mortals on Pordero would pay for it!

The captain stood up. "Start the engine at full speed, turn on the load, let all the pistons roar, the gravitational pull of the Ark of Heresy is lower than in the normal world, we still have a chance, if the emperor really bless us, if she (Bordero) really wants to help us."

"Sailors, pull up the sails, get ready, go home, we will go home, the turbulent void and heresy will not kill us!"

The shell of the Portero turned crimson in the atmosphere, and it was only a few dozen kilometers above the ground, you must know that this is a big thing that is a full 3 kilometers away!

Almost attached to the Ark of Heresy, the dark and lightless world sleeps, those lonely ghosts, the illusions caused by subspace tear at the exterior of the ship, to peel the skin and cramp the loyalists inside, and those automatic cannons roar, sending waves to the Void Shield.

A narrow escape? It was almost lifeless, the captain was engrossed, managing everywhere on the battleship, not a single trace of energy was wasted, all poured into the engine, and asked it to resume its activities as quickly and as quickly as possible.

But they are still pulled by the atmosphere and gravity to charge towards the massive heretic ark, powerless to return to the sky.

Following the light from the high temperature, the captain saw this cruel and beautiful world once again before he died, and in the dark clouds in the window, demons and monsters shuttled among them, but the captain saw the golden throne, in which countless famous imperial heroes awaited him, and he laughed.

But a silver-haired woman flashed in his mind, she called out to the captain, she said expeditions, and unrealistic words, pasted on the bridge, and called the other warships of the empire by sisters, and the captain suddenly opened his eyes, because Poldero was also young, she could not die...

When he listened to the roar of the ship, Poldro also woke up, there was no problem with the engines of the battleship, the mighty imperial creations could break out of the atmosphere, they were saved!

"Pull up!"

He found that the crew had fallen unconscious due to G-force overload, lying on the ground, it was better to say that he was the only one who was still awake, he walked out of the command point, and threw himself on the rudder as fast as he could, with all his strength, the old body pulling upward.

"Ahhh O Empire! O Emperor! ”

A miracle happened, under the G-force that could not have been sober, in that kind of pressure, the old captain used his intelligence will to pull the Bordero out of death, was it the help of the machine spirit, or...

The battleship is crazy upward in the atmosphere, completing an almost impossible maneuver, so the huge thing leaves the gravitational force with its own energy in the atmosphere, what the hell is this...

And the heretical forces stationed there that day also vaguely saw that the battleship was supported by a faint silver light, and only then did they complete that crazy action...

Bordero returned to her ocean, and in the void, the captain's nose and eyes were full of blood at the moment, and the congestion made his head dizzy, and the communicator kept shouting.

"Captain, Captain, this is Makato, how are you there?"

Macato's tone was urgent, if something happened to Poldero, he could not answer to Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier where his comrades went!

He is also ashamed of the heroes of the Empire!

But the communicator replied. "I'm fine, I'm out of the Ark of Heresy, Emperor forbid, it's a miracle."

Makato paused, then he replied. "Get ready, watch our victory, heresy stops here, nothing changes."

He looked at the ark in the distance, unbridled with his energy and terrible corruption, the anger in his heart, the sacrifice, the victory, the honor all inspired.

"125832, 234619, 88, shoot! Abnormity! ”

One-Eye replied at this moment. "Why, Imperial Guard, I have everything, you have to give me more, understand?"

At this moment, Macato's heart was half cool, he knew that the alien could not be trusted, and he actually increased the weight of the empire at this moment? Aren't they satisfied with the three asteroids that the Casting World is trying to build?

"You damned heretic! Abnormity! You bastard greenskin, you deserve to die, aren't you afraid of the lieutenant colonel? ”

One-Eyed laughed at Makato's curse. "How is it possible, he is far away from me, how can he threaten me?"

He is now completely out of the control of the Imperial Guard, and he doesn't believe that those staff officers and engineers can change anything, he is the boss of countless boys, how can he be enslaved by humans...

One-eye suddenly felt a chill behind him. "Shoot, alien." The voice was rough, the bronzed arms, thicker than the head, a shotbomb against the one-eyed head, he looked back in disbelief, that is, Katachan?

At this moment, his personal guards were all taken down, and the Katachans took off their staff uniforms and wiped off the white powder on their bodies, the greenskins are so blind to humans, they are not good at recognizing humans, and Alan Baier also said that he would prefer the soldiers of the only regiment of Skadi, especially Katachan, to protect themselves, but they will choose the stormtroopers if they have more important tasks.

How could a normal staff group control orcs, orcs are one foot taller, and humans are one foot taller!

One-Eye swallowed. "Yes, Boss."

He pressed the button and adjusted the position, he didn't plan not to destroy the ark in the first place, he just wanted to increase the size, but all his calculations failed, Boss Alan Baier, it was even more terrible than he imagined...

At this moment, the sharp volcano cannon contracted like a needle of the sea god, as if it was about to break through the sky... Burst energy towards the heart of the Ark of Omen!

You orcs are scared again? (Katachang rolls up his sleeves)

(End of chapter)