The fierce battles in the void and the oppression of heretics make one forget that the empire in this universe faces more than one enemy, and that the belly enemy is often used to describe the empire, and the orcs are clearly not something that can barely be considered an alliance of the titanium tribe.

After the fierce three-in-one volcanic cannon fire, all the energy of the entire Steel Gate was drained, and the darkness and power outage filled the entire place, and inside the Steel Gate, where communication was broken at this moment, there were also loyal members of the Empire and members of the Mechanical.

The bloodshed and the battle never stopped, One-Eye raised his chainsaw sword and slashed at Katachan behind him as soon as possible after the sudden power outage, and Sergeant Katachan did not hesitate to fire the projectile, and after a strong confrontation, only the broken chainsaw sword and One-Eye's personal void shield stand.

The non-commissioned officer raised his Katachan blade and prepared to deal with the orcs in front of him, but One-Eye, apparently more sophisticated, shouted. "I've been attacked! Boys! Then he pulled away and relied on his own Void shield to forcibly neutralize the non-commissioned officer's shots.

"You're going to tear up the treaty, orcs?" The non-commissioned officer asked.

One-Eye replied. "There is no such thing as a treaty anymore, your traitors are dead, they can't move, and now, we must get this asteroid."

"Boys! Hold the red robes down, they are the bargaining weight with the Empire, the Empire now has only two choices, give us food, and then do not allow any warships to come close to the airspace within 3,000 kilometers of our Iron Gate, or we will kill them all. ”

The non-commissioned officer replied. "You dare?!"

One-eye's ferocious appearance was revealed at the moment, his large fangs and green skin were hideous. "I dare, let's spare you, Shrimp, because you have a powerful boss."

Sergeant Katachan raised his weapon. "What are you talking about, Alien?!"

One-Eye replied. "Look, now this tower is all my boy, how are you going to escape? Admit it, it's greenskinned time. ”

The boys shouted. "Orc time! Orc time! ”

The blasphemy was deafening, the damn thing was challenging Katachan's patience, they weren't pure-bloods, but they still inherited that pride and honor, it wasn't a big deal to go deep into the enemy camp, but the aliens were still...

The non-commissioned officer couldn't think of a good answer or description, and the days of getting along with Greenskin and pretending to be a staff officer had made him very patient, but...

Bang, an extremely fast shot of the gun, the explosion made an orc flesh fly, one-eyed almost froze, his brat was thousands, and Katachan was only thirty!

"What are you doing?! You are the kid of the boss of Alan Baier, and I gave you the opportunity to respect and live, but you treat me with kindness like this? ”

The non-commissioned officer replied. "Alien kindness might as well kill me, let's get out, Greenskin, even if you let your boys stop you."

The non-commissioned officer rejected the last "kindness" of the orc one-eyed and the opportunity to get out of this place intact, for Katachan, the sacrifice was not terrible, even warm, their lives had already become a tragedy because of the orcs.

How to gather Katachan is only 30 people, because the selection of Katachan in the only regiment in Skadi has always been decided by the non-commissioned officers themselves, resulting in extreme strictness, and the number has not been able to go up.

But it also means that Katachan is the blade of the only regiment of Skadi, the sharpest place, although the blade is too steel and easy to break, but Katachan obviously wants to use his sharpness to break through all obstacles, and this is how they survived.

Revenge, Killing, Alien, Loyalty, Empire, Forest, a few words became all they had, Katachan Beam Carbine, Long Blade began to dance, and One-Eye hid in the orc kids, giving the final verdict on those humans.

"Kill me all."

Blades, chainsaw swords, pottery steel, pure gold and blood, an endless tide of green approached the team of thirty people, and Sergeant Katachan said calmly. "Prioritize the protection of the Mechists!"

Plasma, explosive bombs, hot melts, heat rays, all kinds of weapons shoot at a distance of white-knuckle combat in narrow tunnels, it can be said that even a Space Marines can't deal with endless orcs in such a narrow place, but Katachan can.

Because of their larger numbers, you must know that the number of Space Marines in the gang is 12 people, although they are stronger and more fierce than Katachan, but each person bears a greater responsibility.

Secondly, the location of the Katachans is better, the whole area here is very large, the Katachans can give priority to dodging, and there are a lot of mechanical equipment as cover.

But even so, it was an impossible task to escape from the endless orcs, the damn aliens were huge, and the Bloodaxe Clan wasn't the stupid orcs, they had a clear division of labor, melee, ranged, commanders, fireteams, and even special operations kids.

The Katakhams couldn't get out anyway, not to mention the burden of saving hundreds of mechanical priests here.

But the orcs overlooked one thing, first, the human equipment is full of pipes, whether it is mechanical or imperial, the essence is the same, and the Katachan of the only regiment of Skadi is not a forest warrior, to be precise, they are Hive warriors.

For example, on the battlefield today, when several special operations boys found the lone Katachan soldier and wanted to outflank and kill them, they found that when they got close, there was only an open pipe in place, and then a grenade was thrown out of it.

Haunted, elusive, like nightmares and demons, these are the tactics that the Skadikatakan have mastered, making the orcs feel like they are stuck in a minefield.

Secondly, the mechanical priests are not a burden, after the Katachans passed the rear, surrounded the point, forcibly tore a passage, and untied the priests, those priests immediately began to drive the reserve servants in the hangar and the various defensive turrets, close defense turrets, and automatic turrets in the complex steel door.

Those things shoot at the greenskins, the servants pick up the mechanical priests who have no mobility, and the non-commissioned officer of Katachang has to comment that the mechanical cult has something, but not much.

Why didn't the Mecha Sect use it before? Because their defeat is decided, it's not good to waste those things, it won't make things better, the Mechachan is so absolutely calm, and now they see hope through Katachan.

"Praise Ohm Messiah, sir, for your help," said the priest.

Katachan replied. "Let your stuff kill more people!"

The priest nodded, and then the restless mechs began to shoot in a chaotic manner, and the servants opened the killing pact, and the fire inside the steel gate suddenly increased, and the orcs were burned by the flames and pierced, while the orc storm boys who were not afraid of those things were served by the heat of the Katachans.

One-Eye unexpectedly looked at the countless reports, which said that Katachan had broken through their defenses one by one, and One-Eye's face was distorted because of this.

"How is it possible, how is it possible?" One-Eye turns on the communicator. "Colonel! Intercept them! ”

The orc leader called the Colonel was dressed in a military uniform, and his size was huge, and it was very difficult to know that a strict blood axe could be born, but he was a full 5 meters tall!

"Yes, Boss." His voice was deep, he was holding a huge chainsaw axe in his hand, his favorite gun was a one-handed blaster, and there was no doubt that his huge body was stuck in the pipe, and it was almost impossible to pass through.

Next, he caught the air, the mechanical priest had the engineering drawings in his head, even if the orcs had transformed the Steel Gate, this place was still a second home for them, and Skadikatachan was good at drilling pipes, so they quietly bypassed the boss and came to the hangar.

Countless orc machines are parked, and there are also mechanical things, and the priests can drive the ship by connecting the links, which is why the non-commissioned officer asked them to rescue the priest first.

said the non-commissioned officer. "And the bombs, give them a gift."

The other Katachan replied. "Yes, that's enough." They did a little "gift installation" for a while, and then the Katakhams and the Mechanics came aboard, and the orcs came here in hindsight, shouting one-eyed. "Close! Close the door! ”

The boys replied. "No, the system is shrimpy, we can't control it!"

As the transporter's flames erupted, the orcs could only watch as the Katakan departed, as if in and out of their own toilets.

One-eyed scolding. "Set sail and chase them! Call the battleship to follow! Destroy them! ”

But moments later, a violent explosion erupted in the ship's cabin, and countless vehicles turned into flames...

At this moment, the orc battleship also aimed at the muzzle because of the order, and the orc captain shouted. "Shoot!" But the controllers didn't react, and it wasn't until their shield was attacked by the Imperial warship that the captain realized that the ship that was going to disable the machine was coming.

The Bordero was anchored in the void, the captain had crawled back from death, he took the brave Catachan and the Mechon, and spoke to the non-commissioned officer.

"Perfect assignment, sir."

The non-commissioned officer wiped the orc blood from his face. "Easy task, my lord."

"But the Mechanics still have thousands of people in orc captivity, and their defenses against us are sure to escalate."

The captain nodded. "Let the lieutenant colonel prepare for this, he's an expert!"

On the ground, the Imperial Guard welcomes their new family, and the morale of the soldiers is once again strengthened by her greatness and strength after the Imperial Poison Blade, a fateful Blade similar to the 113th Regiment of Foraxia, joins the thriving battle group.

The huge body of the car is a special attraction in the garage for soldiers to frequent, after all, men and women of the Empire have heard of the name of the poison blade everywhere, just as the Space Marines will one day join your infantry regiment.

The second lieutenant is a little jealous, why is his super NB Grand Titan unattended? He looked at his green-skinned spliced war engine, which could not be said to be ugly, only a little heretical, and obviously not as popular with the Empire.

Even the title of Captain of the 113th Regiment of Phlaxia has been changed to the title of Commander by many, rather than the Commander or Captain, to guess how popular the Imperial Poison Blade is.

Victorious and one of the greatest heavy vehicles of the Imperial Hammer, she is invincible and thunderbolt against countless heretics and aliens.

Her strength and mercy captured all the soldiers, her story and fate can be praised by the best poetry, and the Mechism also pays close attention to her, fate flows, and the soul returns, how she serves the new armored regiment and defeats the enemies of the Empire.

But life will not only be good, they are not yet clear, those demons, evil things are still around, heresy and their thoughts are entrenched in the void, the orcs are unwilling to withdraw from the stronghold of the three steel gates, they ask the Imperial Guard to fulfill the exchange of ten catties of meat for a priest, but now even the supply of the Astral Army is not much.

There are still thousands of priests on the three asteroids, that is, tens of thousands of kilograms of food need to be given to the aliens, the empire is not unable to pay, but does not want to help the abuse, raising tigers into trouble, not to mention the betrayal of the orcs when they destroyed the Ark of Evil Omen.

Those things could not be trusted, and the retreat of the Katachans during this time caused great damage to the orcs, and at the same time destroyed the orcs' landing ships, making it impossible for them to escape for the time being, and in this case, One-Eye occupied the entire Iron Gate, and continued to breed on it.

Although the Imperial Navy sent troops to jump, and the Bordello began the battle as a transport ship to suppress the orcs' frontline fire, they were still tied down due to the presence of the mechanical priest hostages.

Thus, even if the Empire had the upper hand in the Void War, the invading forces were quickly routed by the face-ripped One-Eye, who also made a decision after determining the strength of the Empire's navy and their decision.

"I want to annex the world." He had determined that heretics were no longer a threat, that their ships were gone, that the Ark of Bad Omen could no longer move, and that the Imperial Navy had suffered heavy losses, but now the Orcs had no losses and occupied the vast engine of war.

Despite Katachan's obstacles, the real beneficiary of this war is the Greenskins, there is no doubt about it.

Now that the Astral Army needed a commander who was proficient in pipeline warfare, and the soldiers who were brave and good at fighting, and who knew the Greenskins very well, and preferably were absolutely loyal, they barely had to think too much, so Makato sent a message to the Elan Bair Tactical Tablet.

As the commander of the only regiment in Skadi, Alan Baier, who was sitting in the camp, no longer had coffee to enjoy, he could only taste the nutrient solution in the watered military supplies, most of which were instant, which could quickly replenish his strength and improve his spirit.

Admittedly, he's a bit caffeine addicted, but in this cruel and crazy world, caffeine is just the mildest of the horrible things that Imperial commanders put into their bodies.

The pressure of command is greater than that of soldiers, and even the most fierce front line does not have a sense of urgency in the headquarters, after all, in the scale of tens of thousands of people, it doesn't matter if the individual is small, you can make mistakes, and at most only a few people in your team will bear the responsibility for your mistakes.

But the commander needs to be responsible for tens of thousands of people, and any decision he makes, the change is a distortion of the direction of the war, if you think about it this way, then it is not impossible for a commander to be responsible for several star sectors of the empire.

Responsibility is pressure, stress needs to be relieved, caffeine, stimulants, and even hallucinogens, and for an empire that is powerful enough, a commander can sustain them through limb replacement as long as they are still valuable, until he can no longer drive.

Alan Bair drank it again and again, to keep his excitement alive, maybe he would have to find the oil guy to change him somewhere.

He swiped across the screen, looking at the reports. "Counselor, the greenskins are sure enough... And rightfully so..."

He was not surprised at all, if he really was at ease with the Greenskins, there would be no such wonderful thing as the so-called Katachan Staff Corps, and he would have to be prepared not to retire as the war was endlessly expanding in this dark 40th millennium.

"How many veterans can be mobilized now, give them the best equipment, and we'll take the Bordello to the Void and kill those greenskins."

It wasn't the first time they had done that, and it wasn't going to be the last, for they were doomed when the orc called himself One-Eyed, because that name represented the only regiment of Skadi, the original and worst enemy.

I'm so lazy

(End of chapter)