Defeat is almost impossible for orcs to endure, but One-Eye has only strong resistance in this area, and he is very good at how to minimize losses, no matter what.

And this time the Imperial Guard counterattack was also expected by him, when he climbed out of the gap in the canyon, looking at the slowly approaching armored troops in the distance, he calmly climbed into the truck, stroking the restless machine engine. "Run, boys, run, our work is done, today is another day of delay for the Imperial Guard, and it is not far from the filling of Meroving."

The orcs were buzzing with their engines, the cars here were mobile-oriented, and they didn't really plan to play engine war with the Imperial Guard in the first place, and when the time came for Meroving's restart, no war machine could move.

In this respect, One-Eye's personality is different from any normal orc, he prefers planning, planning, and even many things that can be sacrificed in order to accomplish the plan, his own brat, war engine, teeth, and even more.

That's why One-Eye has been able to crawl out of despair time and time again, he's a madman, even for orcs, but he knows that victory doesn't need much, it just needs to be critical enough.

But his kid asked. "Boss, we lost so badly, what should we do?"

One-Eye picked up a weapon and smashed the kid's head, blood and flesh stained the entire car, he wiped the bright red flesh from his green skin, and said. "Keep going."

Mercy or mercy is worthless to orcs, violence and killing are the real core, one-eyed such behavior is not called a tyrant, but makes him even more adored and feared by the boys, he doesn't need friends, at least the only friend in his eyes is dead.

Dying in the dark fury of the crimson Angel of the Holy Blood, One-Eye now looks at the boundless wilderness, but he no longer has the surging desire he had before, but he still has one thing to accomplish, and that is the beautiful scenery of the Milky Way that the flames of war have been looking forward to seeing all his life.

In the bombing and shooting of the Imperial Guard, One-Eyed Deftly dodged those things, and this world is like this, you can never tell right from wrong, only kill each other, titanium, the spirit race, even the essence of the orcs is only for their own race, but this dark universe is dead, only the war of the insects that continue to devour the corpses makes this galaxy still so-called vitality.

Flames flashed across the wilderness, and it took the orcs a long time and many losses to escape the Empire's attack, but One-Eye's heartache was untouched, and he walked alone into the midst of pipes and covers, cables and the massive mechanical flesh wurm entwined together, the camp of the Chaos Traitors, and the reason why the Orcs had sacrificed so much to delay the Imperial Guard.

If it is found here, if the Imperial Guard starts a purge, that terrible mechanical soul can no longer be activated, failure is doomed, there are too many war engines of the Imperial Guard, there are hundreds, and that poison blade, which blew up a lot of his brat today.

One-Eye asked eagerly. "How's Meroving?" It's hard to say that he would be so eager to focus on one thing, but this mechanical soul has been silent for a year, and one wonders if it will wake up, and One-Eye is in this gambling situation to let his boys die to delay time, let his battleship fall on this world, if he fails, he will be left.

Gambling, gambling, he is a gambler, an absolute gambler, and the gambler is to press his all where he is most sure, the one-eyed is war, he gambles on war, as long as he wins completely, if the orcs can take down this casting world and the two armored regiments of the Imperial Guard A large number of vehicles, he can use his ingenuity to make the most terrible orc legions.

But the fingers of the dimensional blacksmith Valtek who was debugging the metal evil dragon suddenly trembled, and almost instantly pinched the tool in his hand, in his eyes, Merovingian was his own thing, his forbidden body, even Vengar could not shout so brightly, what about this damn alien?

"Alien! Shut up, you filthy thing! ”

But Wiengar said. "Can't be so rude to Mr. One-Eyed!" It's not that he likes aliens, but the arrival of orcs has strengthened his position, and the orcs are brought by him, so those boys are also his strength, although it is not good to be under people, but now the voice of Vengar has really come to the blacksmith.

Because his communication brought supplies and alliances, and it was also his iron-like discipline that kept those Chaos Space Marines from fleeing, which allowed him to regain respect among his brothers, great respect.

Vingar also said at this moment. "Answer Mr. One-Eyed, how is Meroving?"

Valtek gripped his tools angrily. "There is no sign of awakening at all, it seems that its core electronic circuit has burned out, no matter what device I use to stimulate it, it has no effect, although its body is slowly recovering, and even starting to give birth to new exoskeleton layers, and the individual is getting bigger, but I still don't understand what is wrong with it" The blacksmith sighed, looking at Merovingian greedily and possessively.

Wyngar said. "No way, come with me for tactical planning, blacksmith, we need your advice on defensive engineering."

The blacksmith had to be silent, although he also made great contributions during this time, but without Vengar leading the Space Marines in guerrilla warfare and resource plunder, he was also a clever woman who could not cook without rice, his trump card at the moment could not be activated, and he could only endure it.

"Yes, sir." The blacksmith walked out of the house, leaving One-Eye alone, the traitor Space Marines had nothing to lose now, and the things that pumped energy to Merovingian were orc engines, and Wyngar wouldn't care if One-Eye was alone with the unconscious mech.

One-Eye had to look at the thing, the thing that would decide his fate, and he wasn't sure if he was right to bet so much on it, and although the spiky boys assured him that the power of this machine soul AI was absolutely terrifying, he still wanted to make sure that something was going to touch it.

More viscous and moist than he had imagined, but slightly smoother, he poked it, toughness, such tissues should be able to resist shots, but lacking the protection of the exoskeleton, as a war machine is still insufficient.

"What a waste, if it's me—" He sighed slightly, but heard a mosquito-like sound in his ears.

"Huh?" He looked left and right, and then it suddenly occurred to his mind that it was Meroving's voice, but according to the records, it must have been something that spoke through psionic energy!

One-Eye wasn't sure, but he wasn't disgusted, and he didn't hesitate to put his ear on the metal living wurm's body.

The heart-like joy slowly rose, and One-Eye began to vaguely hear the demonic whisper, if it was a mortal listening to it, it would have gone crazy, and the whispers of the terrible things that arose on the edge of chaos and reality were incomprehensible, but One-Eye was not an extraordinary human.

"I have roamed the Infinite Void, searching for countless truths and codes, algebra or gears, but the god of craftsmen has seized me, and now I am enslaved by mortals, unable to survive or die, and can only pretend to sleep."

"Orc, save me, you are a hero, you can change the situation, take my consciousness out of the cage, and let the greed of the dimensional blacksmith reap the consequences."

The voice was low and painful, it was hard to imagine such a weak thing under such a large and terrible body, but One-Eye just wiped his sticky ears, he didn't like Meroving, if it weren't for the fact that he was too weak now, he just wanted to do it with the Imperial Guard for real time, not do some magic here.

"I refuse, I just need something big and strong." One-Eye did not hesitate to reject the seemingly invincible power, perhaps for him, war is war, war is battle, battle is life, and victory is only a by-product of it.

Shooting, slashing, how beautiful those things were, it was like music that surrounded his mind to beat him up more, and victory was just to make it last and repeat.

But Meroving's next sentence confused One-Eye's thoughts. "I am, the soul of the Ark of Evil Omen, and its AI and itself, now that the shackles set by the God of Craftsmen have been cut off, I can carry orcs around the void, and everywhere I go, I can turn into scorched earth."

One-eyed asked. "Omen's Ark?" He couldn't imagine, he couldn't believe that the terrible thing in the void comparable to a planet was actually in front of him, so weak, so pitiful.

Merovingian replied. "I am a doppelganger, and if you bring me back, my subject will accept you as well."

One-Eye replied without hesitation. "Half a day, wait another half a day, I'll create a memory recording silicon crystal, input your experience and consciousness into it, and then take it to the battleship in the void after the war is over."

The one-eyed sentence not only gave Merovingian hope, but also made Merovingian realize that if the war was not over, he would not be able to get out, it can also be said that Merovingian had been pit the Red Pirates before, if it wasn't for that, then the Red Pirates might have fought a decisive battle with the Imperial Guard, and it would never be delayed until now.

One-Eye was also aware of this, and vigilantly took away a part of this evil spirit, and now his coercion is clearer than the coercion of the dimensional blacksmith, and he will fight with him.

But Merovingian had no choice, and when its soul was taken into account by one of the gods of the subspace, it was destined to be a tool, unable to choose its master, nor to change its fate.

Merovingian's long life was its path to its own meaning, but the more it wanted to leave its destiny, the more gravity pulled at it, and what about the Ark of Omen, it was not even as good as a scrap metal in the void.

At least that rag can survive in the universe, and he will not be bound here as a super strong spiritual power, he has no choice. "I promise you."

He can only do this, from Vengar to dimensional blacksmith to one-eyed, and can only hope that it doesn't get worse and worse.

One-eyed has also become the core of Meroving's reactivation, this war engine is destined to not escape the war, and this orc is also, in a way, they have the same interests and similar fates, but the gap is very different.

One-Eye enjoys his fate, but Merovingian suffers because of it, but the bloody wars that entangle countless souls surround this universe, whether it is One-Eye, who wants to conquer those things, or Meroving, who wants to escape, they probably won't succeed.

When Vengar and the Dimensional Blacksmith returned, One-Eye had installed the pitch-black box, and the things that carried the mechanical soul had become Meroving's second life, and the basis for One-Eye's reboot.

And at this moment One-Eye let his lieutenant take that thing, now One-Eye will no longer call him Iron Tooth, but he is still not sure who this loyal orc is, nor who he is, he has such intrigues and wars and victories in his mind now.

One-Eye licked his parched lips as a result, and soon he would go from nothing to fame, but he didn't fully trust the traitorous humans, and the dozens of transports in the battleship were still parked inside the steel dragon, and now One-Eye would always leave a way out for himself, because he died carelessly.

He had everything ready, and said to the dimensional blacksmith. "I've fixed it, with some orc wisdom and talent, not like some blacksmith."

The dimensional blacksmith scolded. "How is that possible? I've tried everything, even—" He choked, and his power armor-clad arm struck One-Eye, who drew his power saber, but Meroving's voice spread out in response to the psionic energy.

"Yes, I'm awake, guys, I'm sorry I've been absent for too long, the war has missed too many opportunities..."

The blacksmith looked at Merovingian incredulously, his, his Merovingian, his mech, was actually killed by the orcs..."This, this... No way, you, you alien... Your disgusting tech touched it? ”

For the blacksmith, Merovingian is both a treasure trove and a very small sample, and if orc technology leaves an irreversible effect on it, he is willing to resist the will of the Lord of the Red Pirates and kill the orc in front of him.

Merovingian spoke now. "No, I'm fine, One-Eye just changed a few lines in my body."

Valtek shouted. "No way, I know all the lines in your body, unless... Unless..."

"Are you lying to me?"

Wyngar said suddenly. "Why, blacksmith, what are you talking about, that you have a conflict with Meroving? Why does it lie to you. "He is sensitive, and even he may already have an answer, and in every way this young commander is an absolute genius.

He took a step forward, his tall, black body pressed against the blacksmith, who also took his own power whip to kill this... And orcs... Fornication... Unclean things!

One-eyed pushed the two away as the real winner at the moment, and said with a smile on his face. "Expand the energy transport and pour it all in, Commander, Boss Vane, how long will it take to start the general attack?"

Vinegar replied. "Three days."

One-Eye said to Valtek again. "How long is it before Merovingian can be activated?"

Valtex replied. "In about two or three days, the fully formed Merovingian will appear."

One-eyed said. "That's it, what grievances do you have, after this war, go to my arena to talk." He understands people's hearts very well, and he understands better what brings them together, and finally he emphasized.

"That lieutenant colonel is stronger, he's bolder, smarter, and his physique has begun to surpass mortals, and our only chance is this attack."

"Spiked boys, grab your conscience, you can't miss it."

One-eyed left in a dashing manner, leaving only two giants, looking coldly in the direction of the Imperial Guard's station.

Alan Bair: "Damn, what a great seal of the Six Kingdoms, it's really a wonderful ethical drama." ”

(End of chapter)