There are four seasons in the Pan Basket world, and even the four seasons are distinct, after the time gradually enters the summer, the dry casting world is like a big oven, the atmosphere is originally a weak man-made object, not to mention that the city creation of the mechanical religion is a big oven, so the defensive cannons on the edge of the city here are all operated by machine servants.

In the new garrison of Skadi's only regiment, the second lieutenant is taking the weekly article and temperature tester issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs, and using a thermometer made of mercury as the core to test the current temperature according to the above words.

[Soldier, if you encounter abnormal weather, please take out the thermometer in your supply bag, it is roughly in the shape of a long strip, made of a special metal that absorbs heat and cold. This is one of the best things the emperor can give you, and then you need to find it, place it in a place where the temperature is uncertain, wait for a few minutes, and remember, red is hot and blue is cold. Please don't go out if the red is over 40, and if the blue is below -10, don't go out unless you have the relevant equipment provided by the Ministry of War, and if there is, then trust them. 】

The lieutenant took out his thing and placed it in the hot sunlight, and a moment later, there was a click.

Just like the cartoon in Gutera, the mercury squeezed through the metal, of course, this is not because of the temperature, there is also the special air pressure of this environment, but it is definitely not cool outside, and the Skadi kid, who lacks knowledge in this area, frowned and looked at his thermometer.

"How many degrees is this?" He muttered to himself, looking at the burning environment outside the building, his clothes were almost taken off, even the armor was forced to take off, and it was unbearable to hide in the shade of the building on this day.

It's not the same as the deadly heat of Gondeva VI, where the temperature is enough to burn the skin, so even if you go out, you have to wrap it tightly so that you don't get vaporized.

But even these days were a rare time of rest for the people of Skadi, and the traitors could not resist the heat, and when the war did not need to continue, they were given rest.

In the intricate castles of the Mechonists, the dark, cold pipes were also crowded with Imperial Guards, who drank, played cards, and studied tactics, and the ensign only tested the temperature when he was playful.

"What are you doing, the second generation of the boy who never dies." The second lieutenant was greeted by an officer of the rank of major, a position that indicated that he could break away from Skady, but he still held the awkward position of company leader, managing a meagre force of hundreds.

The lieutenant rolled his eyes. "Why am I a second generation?"

"Who is the generation?"

The major gave a strange smile and rubbed the tip of his pen. "A man you would never think about how embarrassed he was before, a man who would never crawl around in a lunar bunker."

The second lieutenant asked. "Is this an anagram?"

The major replied. "No, keep standing guard, this is the order of the lieutenant colonel, and the senior chief of staff, they are planning an attack during this time, and the temperature here can be reduced to a level similar to the outskirts of the Skadi nest at night, then we can wipe out the Red Pirates at once, that is, we can go home."

The second lieutenant nodded. "I thought this would happen sooner, shouldn't I be waiting for me to recover?"

The major replied. "Of course not, it's just that the Space Marines are strong, and we need to wait for them to run out of ammunition before attacking, and try to keep our brothers from dying."

It was hard for the second lieutenant to assess whether Alan Baier had become weak because of what had happened to Skady, but at some point, he had also become steady, but the endless transformation of this terrible void was faster than normal people thought.

Previously, Alan Bair's "madness" had become a bitter cure for the insane evil creatures or heretical traitors, but now his hesitation and hesitation have nourished the Space Marines, who have run out of ammunition.

There is no navy stationed near Pan Basket, because most of the navy has to go to many worlds around this star region to support, and there are many who need to guard the Ark of Evil Omen, in this regard, the astral army is already a cat's paw and wants to borrow it.

Her door was wide open at the moment, and she could enter casually, only countless civilian barges operated on her, transporting supplies large and small for the empire.

On the planet of the same color, the orc's strategic ship has approached, this tattered imperial warship is abstract like Picasso's work, but it can still cross the huge distance of countless voids to come here, in the command room, looking at the star map here, he grinned with snow-white teeth, because both before and now, he is extremely fond of war and violence.

When there was a gentle breeze in this void, he couldn't help but sprinkle fuel into it and turn it into flames, he didn't care how many lives would be killed by arson, even the orcs themselves, he just wanted his waaagh to follow the gale and burn the entire galaxy.

Those reckless stupid xenomorphs are the natural enemies of the Empire, and when they come together, they are more akin to a natural disaster than a biological civilization.

The one-eyed deputy asked his boss. "Boss, how do you land next?"

One-eyed said. "Landing, landing? Landing..."He flipped through the Gothic dictionary in the captain's room, the Spirits, and even the Titanium, looked at it for a long time, and then replied with a sense of humor. "You mispronounced the forced landing!"

The adjutant's head was stunned, but One-Eye pressed the acceleration button of the battleship and rushed towards Pan Lan with all his strength, and the huge battleship turned into a twinkling meteor between the stars, and quickly broke through the near-ground pipeline, and at this moment the adjutant was about to press the deceleration button, but was stopped by One-Eye.

“boss！？” The adjutant shouted, but One-Eye watched the brass city getting closer and more excited, they had entered the vicinity of low-earth orbit, and they were getting closer and closer, those Mechachan-shaped defense systems had spotted them, and began to strafe continuously, One-Eye knew very well that they were not Space Marines, and they didn't have that kind of drop warehouse technology, so they could only rely on the hull to break through the anti-orbit defense.

But this thing made from the Empire's hulk is really empty, it doesn't have enough assault ships, and it doesn't have a Void shield or waaaagh stance shield to defend against attacks, so One-Eye has to choose the best way.

He thought to himself, this huge battleship is an airdrop warehouse!

The madness and chaos have taught One-Eye from the Blood Axe Clan a lot, and his abilities have reached the pinnacle of his abilities, although theoretically a fake, this fake still inherits One-Eye's countless handwriting and wisdom, and when the huge orc warship breaks through the atmosphere and turns into scorching flames to fall, the already hot air seems to become even worse.

The boys were in a mess, the bosses didn't know what was going on, and the restlessness and fear filled the orc battleship, but One-Eye only felt that this group of guys was too much like an orc.

It was because they didn't know how to waaagh that he would lose miserably, and in that case, One-Eye decided to change his mind, if there was a power that could help him rule the sector and make his waaaagh float in the void, then even if it was a demon, he would trade with them.

It is impossible for a person who can climb to such a position among trillions of compatriots to climb to such a position for the apex of a star region, and if he lets One-Eye be burned in the flames at this moment, he will be willing to exchange it for victory and what he expects.

Such a desire is absolutely distorted and perverted, but it is the key to his success, at this moment, the outside of the battleship is distorted and deformed due to the high temperature, because the gravitational force is beginning to fall apart, and in the huge thing that is four kilometers long, only the orc boys curled up in the core area are fine.

Like the flames of the gods, about to fall and burn this world, in the chaos space marines, Wayngar watched the flames of death falling from space, and the heat of this world could not hinder his expectation, those traitors gathered around their camps, using beacons to guide the orcs.

The roar of the Mecha's automatic cannons, lasers, and light spears are constantly waiting for the orc's strategic ships, but the massive body of four kilometers is enough to withstand the weapons that are deadly for assault ships.

Falling, a gift from the gods to the Chaos Traitors, a sign of the Xenomorph's arrival here, and the ability to use the ship's engine jet as a reaction force to reduce the impact of the landing, but even so, the huge sound and its impact still fell on this parched world like the roar of a beast.

At this moment, whether it is the Foundry Governor or the Astral Army, whether it is a mortal or a space marine, whether it is a servant or a technological sage, that restless emotion can be felt by them, and it can be felt clearly.

"It's an orc!" Alan Bair said almost instantly, even though he was in the steel castle, separated from the outside by a thick alloy of alloy, he could still feel it.

This is also a sign that One-Eye is swearing that he is not dead at this moment, and that the legendary orc is now back, and he is the nightmare of all mankind.

Skadi's soldiers involuntarily began to pack up and maintain their weapons, and in the preparation for the orcs, the Chaos Space Marines were even more surprised, comparing a huge metal monster that was about the size of a hill to fall in front of them, and there was no warning or advance notice of this, even the Space Marines had a hard time understanding how such a thing could happen.

The orcs also scrambled around and crawled out of the ruins and pipes, which were not the gates anyway, and then for the first time, Wyngar realized that a battleship could hold so many people.

Even the Chaos Traitors try to keep enough space between mortals, which is enough to mean about three meters, and most of the space on the battleship is reserved for the altars or armories of the gods, but apparently the orcs have no worries at all, they only bring the brat and food, other resources? Dynamo? This huge battleship is!

One-eyed understated with his thick arm to tear open the alloy in front of him, after he "woke up", the orc's body began to grow stronger, and the muscle density continued to expand, but obviously, the size was still "short", for the four-meter orc boss group, two-meter he was like a brat.

But One-Eyes loved the feeling, and he yelled, and he drew his weapon and shot into the air, ignoring the orcs' intolerable heat and the dizzy head they had just fallen. "Do it! Do it! I need ammo, armor, and a looting truck to loot shrimp food, enough dirty trucks! ”

Orders are more important than everything, the orcs dismantle the battleship in an orderly manner according to the quality, and Vengar is close to the damn alien, he has mixed feelings for the one-eyed at the moment, first, he is an alien, second, he is the nectar that saves his life, and third, his command and control of his subordinates are almost impeccable.

To this day, when he was still a loyalist or on board the Huron, he had never been truly accepted by his brothers, and that feeling had become more akin to jealousy than disgust, and he had even deliberately found fault with it. "Three hours, I'm going to see the engine."

But One-Eye just shouted. "Ass, dismantle the engine to Boss Wayne!"

Then the huge battleship core, the huge engine hundreds of meters long, pushed and pulled in front of the Wyngar without even casting the force feedback robotic arm that the orcs used in unison.

"This, you..." This is almost counterintuitive, compared to the huge mass of this thing, in order to generate enough energy in it, the power of this generator can support the operation of several imperial industrial nest cities, although it seems to be only a hundred meters, but the weight inside can even crush a Riemanus, at the moment it is only used ordinary, scrap wheels are unloaded, obviously unreasonable.

One-Eyed just said. "Don't worry, our cooperation has just begun, the orcs are not the barbarians you imagined, and I am not weak."

He stretched out his hand and replied with human etiquette, but Vingar was not used to it, the handshake was more used by mortals, but he could only return the salute.

The green palm and the exterior of the power armor touched each other, and at this moment Vengar realized that his strength was not as good as that of this orc, because he wanted to let go, but he couldn't get out.

"You..."Vyngar regretted cooperating a little, it seemed that the other side was not only prepared, but now his strength was also stronger in various ways, but soon his emotions stabilized, because his war brothers and Meroving's presence were his biggest hole cards.

The orcs also knew very well that he could not benefit from a frontal war, the individual strength of the orcs was too poor, and One-Eye also took a fancy to the strong combat ability of the Red Pirate veterans.

He gives supplies and kids, space marines give them power and chaos sorcery, and the most terrifying war alliances are made up of this humble forged world, and the only ones who have to face them are ordinary astral troops.

In this desperate dark universe, the God Emperor probably can't pay attention to the bastards that continue to happen throughout the empire, and those aliens and heretics are also completely allied today.

Those restless souls crave blood and war, and the Skadians are destined to be busy at the end of this dark forty-thousand-year.

(End of chapter)