For Alan Byr, this gang jump is the biggest arrogance of those aliens, challenging the most powerful unit of the Imperial Guard.

"Staff officer, can you determine the landing location?"

The staff officer replied. "It's expected to be the power room."

Alan Baier scolded. "Can the place be given to them? Tell the privates to open fire and force them to the hangar. ”

The staff officer shouted. "Private of the second rank, fire from the West, let them divert direction!"

The sound from the communicator made the teenager who went to the battlefield for the first time even more anxious, not to mention that he had not been trained to use this close-range anti-aircraft automatic cannon of the Imperial standard template, but to say that he needed to intercept the orc torpedo ship at high speed for the first time.

"Fire control... Aim... ammunition..."

"Damn it! Where are the ornaments? ”

Sweat slid down with his uniform, this is also Skadi's situation now, as long as you are an individual, you have to work, the infantry regiment of 10,000 people is too small, and there are too few special positions, and because of the constraints of the Holy Codex, the cooperation between the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Land Forces cannot be said to be bad, it can only be evaluated as completely none.

In order to ensure that damn order, the only regiment of Skadi, which often leads to various special operations, is used as a few people every day.

Only his own people can rest assured, it is not only the sorrow of Scardy now, but also the sorrow of the empire, and those urgent voices from the communicator forced the private to press the firing button.

Da Da fired normally, and even the accuracy was good, so that it instantly penetrated two torpedo boats, and because of the simple structure of the orcs and the combustion of the engine, the narrow place instantly burst and turned into fireworks.

The defensive columns inside the battleship also prevented the orcs from approaching their intended destination, turning into the hangar that the Skadians were looking forward to, but why did Alan Bair choose this place? The reason is also very simple, as one of the flagships, Poldello may not be excellent in weapons and equipment, but its merit is not actually force.

As the orcs smashed into the vast expanse of equipment on the ragged heavy metal stage, the equipment with huge drill bits in the front section buzzed and roared, drilling through the adamantite walls, sparks and fireworks, and the front of the drill bit opened after the roar of gears and restless mechanical engines.

This quiet place is illuminated by the flickering glow of the flickering promethium lamps, and a large number of vehicles are wrapped in tarpaulins to reduce the amount of maintenance required.

But the orcs came slowly with their impetuous bodies and cluffy weapons, roaring heavy metal and other annoying things, and they walked away with their gear, snorting, babbling, noisy, annoying, and deadly.

And hospitality has always been one of the traditions of the Skadians, and the same is true for dealing with uninvited guests, among the sleeping mechanical souls in the hangar, there is no dark side to individual mechs, such as the honor of the 113th Regiment of Phlaxia, the Imperial Blade!

Huge Emperor Poison Blade, boom! Explosion, Cracking, Destruction, Acceleration Cannons and Main Rocket Artillery will instantly wipe out those invading troops, but two main guns are not enough to destroy those green skins, more and more, more and more torpedo ships smash into the body of the Poldero, and those blasphemous alien things will become a nightmare for the Imperial Guard... Is it?

Large-caliber storm bombs roared, hot melts erupted, nightmares are always built when there are not enough weapons, and the green skins think they are terrible, but the Skadi people who face countless enemies only think they are cute.

The giant Titan Knight rises from the ground, the second lieutenant has been lying here for a long time, and the soul of war that once worked for the citizens of the empire is now in the dust!

Shooting, shooting, screaming, dying, continuous, the ensign operated the body to continue to burst and extinct it, and the Imperial people wanted all those green skins to be exterminated, no matter when!

Hatred, hatred leads this scattered, dying empire to swing its blade at all its enemies, all the time, every moment, every minute, every second...

Humanity has been through so much history, and those hatreds have been entrenched in bombs, chainsaws, spilled on orcs, killing and killing.

"Heresy, alien! Abnormity! ”

"Kill those greenskins! For the Emperor! ”

"For the Empire!"

In the midst of the call, there are still heresies who comment that the human empire of this era has fallen into hopeless racism, but Alan Baier only sees that at this moment, regardless of skin color, race, or name, whether it is the Asians on Guterra, Europe, Africa, and the brown-skinned Americans, they are all working hard for the emperor's goal, and all the humans who are still alive today are roaring in order to regain the galaxy that belongs to the human race.

It doesn't matter race, ethnicity, writing, culture, as long as one sentence is for the emperor, they will gather, and people often comment that the empire is hopeless.

It is this universe that is hopeless, not that human beings are hopeless, and at the end of the 40,000 millennium of human civilization in this dark universe, people have overcome race, culture, writing, language, faith, history, and religious barriers, and walked together to unleash their anger on the enemies of mankind.

Just that, they want to... We want to take our own honor and light, our own galaxy or universe, and now we have become paranoid madness?

Even the poor inhabitants of Hive who don't understand the long and great history of mankind know that they only shoot at the aliens in order to survive, and that hatred goes deep into the bone marrow, buried in it during the betrayal 20,000 years ago, iron men, aliens, heretics, they all deserve to die, betrayers, they are all betrayers.

And the universe is dark and terrifying, deep and boundless, as long as you have seen the sharp teeth of the void, then you will never care what color your compatriots are, what food they eat, and what they like in this life.

As long as he believes in humanity and believes in the emperor, it is enough!

"Fire, launch, smash flesh, destroy armor!" The captain roared.

The Skadi's best treatment is to fill the air with the tissues of the green-skinned aliens, which are then inhaled, digested, and discharged.

Blood filled the area, the entire hangar was drenched in alien blood, shredded flesh and craters were everywhere, and the soldiers of Skadi and their fellow Phlaxia enjoyed the thrill of cleaning the greenskin corpses with flames.

But in this pitch-black void, not all the greenskins acted in the sense of the Imperial Guard, and Alan Baier kept an eye on the torpedo boats, from sweeping, splitting, and most of the orcs entering the hangar, to noticing his prey.

"That, staff officer, look at it." He pointed to what was locked on the monitor, it was...

Well, the red one, with a lot of metal and extra makeovers, is that the audio? This is the void?! The chief of staff did not look very good. "What is this?"

The empire is in the midst of attrition and urgency all the time, and the transformation of the orcs here is a serious waste in the eyes of the staff officers of the Imperial Guard, and this thing is obviously not a normal orc torpedo ship.

"It's moving closer to the command area, and it's bigger, the war boss's mount?"

Alan Baier nodded. "It's not bad, let's go to the armory, let's go to the bridge!"

The Skadi's still existing elites are like sharp blades, but unfortunately, our mouse people can only stay in the kitchen to prepare dinner for their hard-working brothers, because although the Star Whisperer and the Navigator may seem "gentle", the Psionic is not destined to be a fuel-efficient lamp, and when he steps into the bridge, the untouchable is enough to make the two cores that keep the battleship running crazy with psionic lightning or flames.

He boiled his efforts, and on the bridge, the invasion of the orcs came, the cannon fire on the bridge, and the captain watched the flickering light on the bird's divination.

"The enemy is actually attacking here?!"

The bridge was not only immensely firepower and a thickened deck for ramming equipment, but the orcs had always liked to see the impossible as possible, and when the red torpedo boat dodged countless strafing shots and slammed into the bridge, the elite of the Imperial Navy only felt their heads buzzing.

That was the case with the almost impossible situation, and the orcs slammed madly into the bridge, the pure gold and blades on the heavy thickened decks were not vegetarian, and the torpedo ships were even more ruthless.

The front of the drill bit protrudes from the tattered two hot melt guns, normally it is difficult for that kind of strength to melt the thick armor shield in space, but the orc technology always gives the astral army all kinds of unexpected surprises.

Sizzling, buzzing, and drilling equipment made the battleship deck show a hint of red, which was unpleasant, but the Empire's loyal Adamantite actually made a mournful sound in response, and the captain showed a heartache and unpleasant expression, and the orc penetration followed.

"Damn aliens!" The first mate took out his Seiko blaster pistol and shot at the orc's protruding rig, this torpedo ship was not too good, in order to break through the heavy metal, the hot melt on it even caused the loss of the drill bit and the hull, the internal system seemed to lack the ability to overheat, and the whole ship was glowing a frightening red.

The first mate's bullet grazed the heavy metal on the skin of the orcs who walked out of the torpedo ship, and then sparkled the metal fireworks, and for the orcs, the elite angry shooting of the Imperial Navy was just a joke.

The war leader smiled and looked at the terrified Imperial Navy, at least he thought so, the humans he saw were dying in fear, at least he had been like this in his short war career, he had never seen those cans that had been emphasized countless times by the former bosses of his tribe, and now he had seen them when he joined the Red Pirates, but that was it.

He had even killed one himself, albeit for the bounty, but he still didn't think it was good, at least not as fierce as the war had been when he got his current position.

"Good day, shrimp people, I'm here to kill you!" The restless heavy metal drums mingled with the wailing cheers of the orcs, and on the bridge of the battleship, which represented the absolute rationality of the Empire, a wild ballad was played.

But soon, the boss noticed that the imperial heroes here didn't care about his greatness and strength at all, and just indifferently raised their weapons and fired a volley.

After all, the Imperial Navy here has only seen strong winds and waves, and can only walk through half of the Emperor Limit Star Domain, for them, it is nothing to face to face with orcs, compared to the countless monsters and fantastic scenery in those infinite voids.

Only the war leader withstood the hail of bullets and shouted to the Imperial Navy. "Aren't you afraid of me?!"

The captain is also too lazy to talk nonsense. "Are there any hot melt grenades?"

The first mate took out a small weapon of high destruction, and for the captain, he would rather let the Bordero be injured than want the alien to defile her interior, then he had no choice but to do so.

The Imperial Navy is such a martial arts force, the firepower of the group is strong, and the members here are all warriors, although they may not be proficient in combat, but they are not afraid.

"For the Emperor, Alien!" The captain threw the hot melt, and the bomb would melt the adamantite and hurt his own warship, but the wound was worthless compared to the orc invasion.

Such tactics and firepower are mixed with bravery and the addition of the equipment level of the Imperial Navy Command, the people here are all imperial elites, and the worst ones are explosive weapons, and then there are electromagnetic flintlock pistols, uranium flintlock pistols, which are the favorite "toys" of the imperial aristocracy.

Although the actual combat effect is not good, it is powerful, and can instantly defeat enough heavy armor, and it is easier to hit in the narrow distance of the bridge.

"Damn shrimp...", the orc boss couldn't deny it, his rhythm was disrupted, the flintlock pistol pierced through his shoulder armor, blood spilled, the terrain worsened by the hot melt explosion, and the orc kid was exposed to the adamantite bunker.

His breath was chaotic, and his huge body, well, was more anger than pain, and he stepped on his stereo and stomped on the big treasure made of scrap metal.

"Come and see my big baby!" Dirty guns, oversized guns, rifles with powerful gravitational rays mimicking the dark ages of humanity, whether it's Space Marines, Terminator armor, or Lemanus, if they hit the pilot, they will be crushed into minced meat by the weight of gravity!

The strange weapon painted red with a terrifyingly strange core, twisted teeth and fangs that made it impossible to distinguish anything other than the muzzle, was also his solo Geeta!

Boom, buzz, boom, launch! The whispered core, glowing with a strange dark green light, burst out towards the captain...

And that kind of power, just by grazing the command platform of the battleship, makes the metal on the platform dented, and if it touches a person, then the flesh and blood will be blurred in an instant...

And the ray kept going, forward, like a deadly rolling torrent, and the captain was indeed old, he had taken countless enemies, and he did not regret his life, he raised his weapon, and only wanted to give the alien another piece of his rotten flesh.

But the Emperor needs him, the Skadians need him, the Poldello needs him, or Elan Baier needs him, and before death comes, the small black holes drawn by the gravitational rays distort and pull the gravity of the orcs, causing them to take the narrow space inside the battleship by storm, and documents and all kinds of small things fly around...

And the initiator of this incident, Alan Baier, raised his spear. "Boy, why don't you fight with guys who are about your age?"

If humanity continues to wreak up over race, sexual orientation, and ideology, it will only end up being one of the countless "aliens" who have not even had a name destroyed by the "Empire".

(End of chapter)