Orcs wore thick spacesuits, and it was hard to imagine that they would smear what had been focused on airtightness and concealment so ornally, at least in the eyes of orcs.

Those little green alien tanks were mining for minerals on the asteroid right now, and they were cursing in rough language. "Dig, dig, iron doesn't make clicks or sudden, what the hell am I doing?"

"Don't complain, the boss needs them, the Imperial Navy left the ark, and the boss said that big guy would become us."

"I know that the boss won't lie to the orcs, I'll dig hard!"

"Anyway, our spaceship seems to have been hit by the gear kid some time ago, but I didn't expect it to be able to drive..."

"It must be those gear boys who can't hit it accurately!"

They chatted while the noise roared under the orc's drills, the few iron ores inside the asteroid were taken away, and of course there were a lot of materials that could be synthesized into items such as adamantite, to be precise, orcs could use all the metals you imagine to make the most terrifying war machine in the universe, anytime, anywhere, as long as they had the relevant knowledge and consciousness to know about it.

And the war leader, who was extremely important to the orcs, was looking at his books in the tattered transport ship docked on the dark side of the asteroid, and he loved the battle between the snipe and the clam and the fisherman profited, an ancient phrase that has existed since Guterra, which has been conveyed in the mottled books and vellum for about four thousand years or more.

After all, the long history of human beings is not clear to human beings themselves, especially when human beings have not yet stepped into the cosmic sea of stars, even the scholars of the empire can only estimate the situation of Terra 40,000 years ago from the feudal world without technology.

But the parable that makes sense, no matter how many years have passed, is still valid as long as the creatures of this world continue to act in accordance with their own interests.

The simpler and more direct it is, the more it can touch the real and eternal, just like those cells are not complicated, and even primitive things can be almost eternal, and without touching the subspace, almost only the most primitive things can be immortalized.

That's why One-Eyed loved those old aphorisms even to the point of paranoia, and now he felt the effect of those sayings again.

The war spread and burned in this place, and the contradictions born on the planet of the Mechonia surprised One-Eye, but he could not imagine why the barges of the Mechonia and the Imperial Navy were biting each other.

But since he left that casting world, he hasn't actually left this place, but has let the ship stop on the asteroid, waiting for the opportunity to come.

He has always been like this, he likes to hide and wait for opportunities, otherwise he would not be able to get to where he is today, he is less and less like an orc, but he is also getting closer and closer to victory.

"The Imperial Navy is at war with the Mechonists, the defense of the Omen Ark is almost empty, whether it is a traitor to the humans or the Imperial, the shrimp have run out of ammunition and food, at this moment, I have to declare that we have got that big guy."

One-Eye calmly said this to his boys, and the miners stopped what they were doing.

"We're moving?!" They looked at each other in disbelief, but the reality was that the Imperial Navy was withdrawing troops from the war with the Mechonists, and the star system was burning, but for the orcs, they were not only lucky, but happy.

There are wars everywhere, all of them are flames and collapses, fights and blood, they like to beat up, if you want to sort the worlds that the orcs like, then the first is to fight, and the second is to prepare for war.

When the news reached this little place, the orcs became agitated, took up their weapons, called waagh or whatever tone of the nature, and moved forward with their weapons or something.

They may not know what it means to plunder the Omen Ark, or where they will go, but that's all a matter for war bosses, and if there's one downside to a natural war machine like orcs, it's that it's too dependent on leaders.

Leaders will shape their spirits, bodies, souls, and will strengthen their unity, will to war, and even their bodies will be changed by the new way of life, and nothing is better suited to war than orcs, and nothing needs a strong leader more than them.

One-Eye's task is very heavy, but he has long been used to it, he turned on the engine of the assault ship, the days of staying on this asteroid are over, there is not much oxygen and food left, if he does not see the departure of the Imperial Navy in a few days, he originally planned to end the wait here early, but fate still favors him.

"That's cool—" He felt the low roar of the engine, leaned against the walls made of adamantite, picked up the orc beer, the fermented liquid of the mushrooms, and gurgled and enjoyed the pleasures of the war.

"Start the sub-light engine." One-eyed commanded, enjoying such a sense of domination.

"Then turn on the aligners."

An orc technician said suddenly. "We were hit in that area by the Gear Kids' shells, and our orthotics are long gone."

"What? We don't have that now? "One-eyed choked up for a moment, this assault ship seems to be wrong...

"So, what's the state of the gyroscope and thrust reverser...", One-Eye asked unhurriedly, and the technician replied. Oh, we have those things, but the last time we landed in that casting world, we broke it. ”

One-eyed's movements were sluggish, and he rubbed his forehead, in fact, the sub-light speed movement is very fast, plus the Ark of Evil Omen is actually not far from here, in order to enter the interior of the Ark anytime and anywhere, the asteroid point where the assault ship docks is very close, then it also means one thing.

They knew something was broken, so they couldn't think about it, and now the main assault ship was moving at full speed, approaching the terrifying planet-sized ship like a suicide missile.

"Slow down, turn off the engine!" He shouted, the Ark of Omen in front of him was no longer a powerful machine waiting for him to harness, but a terrifying monster around the electromagnetic cloud, its gravity constantly pulling the orc's ship forward.

And One-Eye asked the other orc warships to follow his pace strictly, accelerating and slowing down are the same, causing the orc pilots in the other transport planes to slow down even if they feel that something is wrong, and One-Eye can't say it directly, when the other orcs also realize that their ship is broken, then it's really broken.

But the responsibility made him turn on the whole communicator. "Slow down all, land normally, don't follow me, slow down!" An answer came from the communicator. "Yes, boss, but what are you going to do?"

One-eyed can't answer normally, only to say. "I'm going to see if I can do this more efficiently with a new landing method..."

He turned off the communicator and watched as gravity pulled the hull forward, he said. "Boys, we're done, grab parachutes, jetpacks, whatever."

His pilot said. "Well, our ship can't be uncontrolled, if it falls towards the ship, we will be crushed to death by the strong wind speed and pressure when we jump out, this is sub-light speed..."

One-eyed scolding. "You don't have to say it, you can still jump!" But he looked at those timid boys, he wasn't one-eyed after all, the real one-eyed wouldn't care about the crowd...

"I'll drive the boat, and you will jump."

Said the other kids. "No, boss..."

One-eyed scolding. "This is the order of the war chief!" The boys obediently picked up their backpacks or parachutes.

One-Eye then picks up the rudder from the control panel, slows down, and presses on the driving clutch of the deceleration-anti-gravity engine.

He thought that since this was the case, he would have some excitement too, and he put on his jetpack and watched his brat slowly leave, while he moved the ship closer to the great hollow, the terrible wound that pierced the entire battleship.

He then picked up Meroving's black box of memories and began to investigate the location of the ship's interior. "Core, core..."

"Found it!" The traverser was now hollowed, gravity pulling the transport plane closer to the asteroid-sized hole, and the cross-sections melted by the heat were like digging Mount Everest out of Terra, or even more exaggerated, the light of the stars could not completely pass through the area, making it appear pitch black.

Countless completely dissolved metals blocked the cross-section, holding the area like a blood clot, and did not continue to collapse due to the change in mass, like those pillars in the mines, but One-Eye couldn't tell if it was Meroving's mech that acted on its own initiative or if it was a natural result of the volcano's attack.

"The shrimp stuff is horrible..."

He sighed, and put on the hole-in-the-hole jet in advance according to the proximity of the core of the Merovingian memory, looking at many of the problems on it, except that the jet port was not blocked and the shoulder straps were still sturdy, and then muttered inwardly. "Don't think about it, don't think about it..."

Then chanted. "I can use it!"

At the push of a button, a sizzling flame appeared behind the jet, the sealed window opened, and he looked at the constantly moving transport plane, placing the black box in his pocket.

He stared at this massive, pitch-black abyss like a continental plate, where twisted subspace monsters were born because of the psionic energy left by the burst of the Merovingian psionic engine, and the twisted and terrible things surrounded this wound, licking the remnants of psionic energy here and the mortal souls who died in an instant because of the war.

"Disgusting stuff." Because of the regular reading of human books, One-Eyed may know the same secrets as a judge, and in most cases orcs can only accurately describe what demons and subspace are if they are the oldest beings, they can understand and know what they are, but they can't understand them systematically, and that concept is buried in the orc's genes, not what they learned.

One-Eye is definitely abnormal in this regard, and he loves that his status as an orc can taste those wisdom unscrupulously.

His love and worship for Mao is also reinforced by that knowledge, although those two may be the acquired gods created by the thoughts of the orcs, and this universe will not be something that is fought by Mao Gan, but he knows it very well.

Orcs can be so happy because of the two of them!

"Praise for the hair! I want waaaagh!" He jumped out frantically, the fierce speed and pressure of the high-speed hurricane hit his cheeks, the green skin was twisted because of this, the fierce force was terrifying, if it weren't for his thick bones being extremely strong, his body might have been fractured due to pressure, and thanks to the fact that he was the leader of the war, ordinary boys would definitely die, and they would die if they were broken whole.

"Ahhhh Enduring the pain, like a huge arm pulling his body to crush him to death, he barely managed to merge his body into a line, and the whole orc flew forward frantically, and then smashed into the inside of the battleship like an accurate explosive bomb.

"it!" He saw it, he saw the corridor in the core area, it was still not completely blocked by the melted things, he slowly adjusted his body, and the speed of the jetpack slowed down, there was no doubt that if he was born in the bag jumping army, he would definitely be a general.

"It's here..."One-Eyed was ready to pull up the raised platform area with his hand, he would soon get the ship, and then severely reprimanded his boys for not maintaining the assault ship properly!

The unmanned transport plane that can fly to the abyss is pulled by gravity on the right side under the one-eye and hits the inside of the Merovingian, the metal hits, sparks fly, and when the sub-light engine of the transport plane touches the outside, a violent explosion suddenly occurs.

"Oops!" One-Eyed was about to land immediately, this position couldn't avoid the fiery shock wave at all, he could only eat the explosion that burned his skin, but that level couldn't seriously injure the orc, it just gave him a layer of black skin color, a bit like those salamander warband war brothers...

"It hurts me!" One-Eye cursed, and continued on, but the leak had rained overnight, and the leaking fuel from his tattered jetpack was ignited, and One-Eye immediately smelled the damn smell of promethium burning and fireworks peeking out from the corners of the jar.

"it!" He hurriedly began to untie the backpack, and when he used his saber to cut through the only sturdy belt in the thing, he kicked the backpack into the distance, but the impact also caused the explosion to appear in advance, and the violent power roared, and the scorching explosion impact stuffed One-Eye into the evil spaceship.

Then gravity began to make him fall, One-Eye was groggy, but he woke up as soon as he felt weightlessness, he had never hated gravity so much in his life, and when his thick green fingers grasped the bulge of the platform, One-Eye's fingers were so grateful for being strong and hard for the first time in his life, and he was very good at gripping.

He held the metal bulge in his arm, and with the force of his arm, the little green tank pulled himself up with all his might, and in front of him was a narrow, half-way tunnel closed by cooled molten metal, and he walked in, and then saw his destination at the base of the narrow tunnel.

Meroving's core now glowed with a brassy glow, a great force wafting around it, and its unstable electronic voice spoke to One-Eye. "Orc, do you have a part of me?"

One-eyed said. "I'm here to bring you freedom, but the Imperials, we have to deal with it together."

Merovingian replied. "Looks like I made the wrong bet on the Space Marines?"

One-Eye replied. "No, they're good, powerful, honorable, but the orcs are better than them, and you're going to get out of here." He shoved the black box of data into Meroving's interface, and the massive metal ring began to shake.

Merovingian paused for a moment, then replied. "Ally, welcome back, then how are you going to get me out of this place, my engine has been..."

One-Eye replied. "I'm going to make a super TM big jump engine, pull you and us into the waaagh position, and then project it directly to another star sector!"

It's a crazy plan, and this dark universe, which is such a crazy thing, can live comfortably, undeniably...

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