Orcs and humans, staring at each other for a long time, like wild animals wary of seeing another beast, perhaps in the eyes of the orcs, the Skadians were more like monsters than humans, or some other green-skinned tribe.

Weapons and-for-tat, dragons and tigers, their souls have been destined to be intertwined with those orcs since the Skadi stood up for the emperor, chaotic but full of meaning.

When the craziest killing wars in this universe have become the meaning of civilization's existence, the gods of chaos are also willing, drawing swords, guns, weapons, blades, guns, and many other things have been researched for this purpose.

The countless civilizations in this universe now only need war and killing, and even the war giants that are thousands of meters long are just the things that make this happen, the stage of the dueling arena, and the weapons that can melt the gold and tear the iron are just weapons that have evolved over tens of thousands of years of struggle.

It's no different from the knights in medieval castles who confront each other with their weapons, except that their weapons have been replaced with power scythes, chainsaw axes, crossbows, and throwing knives to become blasters, gravitational guns, and many other things.

The fighting spirit has grown more and more frantic over the course of tens of thousands of years, and Alan Bair is driven by those things to raise his weapons and hide in the cover of the battleship corridors to shoot at the enemy.

The orcs had to accept fire from both sides at the moment, counterattacks from loyalists and something even more unpleasant.

“boss！ We can't stand it! ”

The gravity gun jumped and fired, ready to kill a few unlucky soldiers, this boss shot accurately, but his shooting was specially taken care of by Alan Baier, when his shooting was "reconciled" again and again, anger made it a little difficult for him to understand how the shrimp on the other side did it.

Intercepting and shooting in mid-air, even the best sniper he knows can't do this, but the human in front of him has concretized complex things again and again.

"Don't hold back and shoot, fight with me, damn shrimp!" He couldn't help it, scolding, vulgar low gothic, but the answer to him was not an invitation to a duel, but a rather deadly heat ray, the kind that was also quite deadly for his thick armor.

Melt his armor, skewer into his flesh, scorch his body, if it were ordinary flesh and blood, I'm afraid it would burst in an instant.

"The skin is rough and the meat is thick." The non-commissioned officer who shot this shot, Sergeant Katachan accurately evaluated this, and everyone knew that this was one of the few characteristics of orcs, and other than that, they were probably only savage!

"Be vigilant, don't be cranky, those aliens die quickly, do a good job of taking turns to shoot, and our losses are not without it." The staff officer calmly did all kinds of planning, but Alan Baier just took out his gravitational gun, whoosh, whoosh, and the strong force pulled the orcs behind the bunker, exposing those boys to the gun.

The Skadi veterans were shooting with a heart, heat rays, beam carbines, and colorful ballads of death, and the orc bosses watched as their armored boys became fewer and fewer, and their faces were wary and distorted.

"Ahh He fired, and the gravitational molecules distorted, but so what, this time Alan Bair struck his own gravitational ray directly into the muzzle of his gun.

"Boy, don't make your dirty gun so big, pay attention in the next life!" His conceited evaluation, he should also evaluate it, there may not be a better sharpshooter than him among the hundreds of millions of people in this star sector, and even if there is, it is probably not human.

No one but him could treat an orc, especially an orc leader, so arrogantly, and his advice was naturally contrary to his ears.

After the gravity gun in his hand emitted a strange color and buzzing sound, the orc boss Superman's reflexes instantly threw this dangerous thing out, but the biggest shortcoming of the orc equipment is the poor and overloaded or safety problems in terms of insurance.

Some people once joked that the "explosion" of orc equipment was also part of its design, and now that uncontrollability has its serious problem, compared to the reliability of the imperial equipment, the orc weapon is a complete bomb.

Even though the device had been out of his hands for several meters, the energy fluctuations from the powerful explosion tore almost half of his body off, and the blood fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and those filthy and disgusting things mixed with the tissues of several boys around him and his entire right hand...

"Bastard...", the boss was furious, he raised his weapon, and used his armored body to waaaagh in the opposite direction, the dopamine secreted by his body caused his huge body to press forward against the deflagration beam, and the anger made the well-informed captain feel heartache.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" He warned Alan Byal, but he soon realized that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him did not dodge or dodge, and still calmly opened fire, whoosh, whoosh, and the heat rays punched holes in the orc boss's body, and the emperor's anger penetrated the orc's body, hitting him in the heart at the heart of his body.

And the orc charged in front of the Imperial officer, and the only thing that could be answered by the anger that spilled with the green-skinned blood spilling from the wounds on his body was the movement of Alan Bair's outstretched hand.

"Enough, fall." He exerts force in his arm, and the power sickle in his hand exerts force, touching, s... The sound of tooth-aching coarse fibers cracking with the sound of steel festering, constantly, he did not drive the destruction stand, but tore out the orc's heart with complete material strength and strength.

This action represents Elan Baier's extremely high level of understanding of the orc's body, and he can even know how to accurately grasp the position of a three-meter-tall orc's heart, and it also means that his strength seems to have grown slightly.

The arm muscles bulged, looking thin, but the explosive power made the orc leader's chest tingle, that huge, unstoppable, in the face of Alan Baier, who was not very tall, only a meter and eight meters old, he could only feel the weakness of his body to lose blood pumping.

Bang bang

Energetic, vigorous, and the loss of this energetic organ only felt that the orc boss felt dizzy and inadequate, and the oxygen, nutrition, suffocation, and weakness made him feel like he was back in the time when he was born, small and shriveled.

Alan Bair's small body raised its bright red arm at this moment, grabbed the orc leader's ornament forward, and pulled it down hard.

Bang!

The whole huge body knelt on the ground, and his eyes were confused as he looked at the Imperial Guard officer who was kneeling on the ground to be the same height as him, full of confusion and tiredness.

"Goodbye, orcs."

Bang!

The projectile and penetrated through the brains of the orcs, and the things that were originally a mess dissipated and turned red and white sprinkled all over the deck, this orc boss who was once a nightmare for tens of billions of human civilizations, orc pirates, monsters that once killed countless loyalists, are just a weak loser at the moment.

Wiped the blood with his clothes, the stinking stuff stained the Imperial officers' uniforms, the guns strafed the remaining boys, the pits, the filth, the blood, and Alan Bair just picked up the command communicator on the orc leader's chest and expertly opened it.

"Hey? It's an orc, your boss is dead, I killed him, he was killed by humans, and your invading forces are all finished, and then are you going to die, or are you going to fight each other somewhere no one knows, whatever, but. ”

Alan Bair looked at the time monitor on the battleship, it was a blur. "Five minutes, if you don't leave this celestial domain, you will die for me." He put down the communicator and stomped on the alien creation, ending the opening song of the war.

It wasn't a request, it was an order, and when these few words were conveyed from the communicator to the orc battleship, the orcs in the communication channel were all circled.

When the first orc realized that he could be the boss, he commanded his warship to fire the cannon at the flagship, and then the chain reaction was concurrent, and the entire orderly, or barely orderly, orc battleship group instantly turned into a colosseum.

The Imperial Guard pulled out in the middle of the war, and the orcs did not have a big picture, to be precise, most of the orcs did not, and for them they did not know the definition of this war and invasion.

In their eyes, killing and plundering like this, who is the boss of the three points, when one of these three points is unstable, the orcs will turn into the most advanced primitive tribe, and use those high-precision crude equipment to carry out the most primitive power plundering method in this universe, violence.

The curtain created by the orcs biting each other became a buffer for the Imperial Guard, and it was now impossible to distinguish between good and bad, and the pace of the Red Pirates was slowed by the massive brawl that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.

This victory was beautiful, the Imperial Navy only lost dozens of destroyers, in exchange for the loss of hundreds of enemy warships, but the war below will not be so easy.

The navy rubbed the deck, the command continued to report good news, the wind of victory was tilting towards the Imperial Guard, but in the vast void, the ranks of enemies did not stop.

Even if 1/10 of the battle damage ratio is not distressing for the mercenary forces of the Red Pirates, there is no so-called morale loss, and the original alien is to take money to do things, and now it is not only a waste of the living force of the Imperial Guard, but also does not have to pay.

On the other hand, the loss of ten destroyers is the size of a warship that can only be compensated for by decades of continuous construction for the Empire, not to mention that there are tens of thousands of loyalists on it, even a destroyer is a kilometer.

And the warships of the Imperial Navy are the highest-level masterpieces of the Empire except for those black technologies, which are different from those metal engines that orcs can build in a few months and enter the void like dumplings.

But even if it was just a few mercenaries, the channel of the Imperial Navy wanted to amplify this matter infinitely to boost the morale of the army, and the scenery of orcs fighting with each other has become a strange landscape.

The Portero was docked for maintenance due to the damage, and interestingly, the Iron Gate is now a nest for many Imperial adventurers and explorers, as the location is close to the edge of the star field, and the Imperial Guard has offered a huge bounty for exploring the temporary path that exists in the subspace storm during the time of the subspace storm.

Add to that the false fortune of a traitor trader, and the Imperial Guard's need for civilian cargo transportation to provide supplies, and more and more ordinary people are entering this asteroid full of stories.

And they became part of the maintenance of the Imperial Navy, which was useless, but better than nothing, but the outlaws were not soldiers, they needed entertainment, and taverns and quarters were erected.

Like the appearance of San Francisco, a famous city in the Gutella era, there were people panning for gold, there were people selling shovels, opening hotels, and although the madmen who went to explore the subspace did not return, the place became a small trading port.

In just one year, the world was turned upside down, and Alan Baier walked into a humble tavern, small neon signs, in a narrow place, which was also one of the few rest and pastimes he had after disembarking.

He wore a trench coat and covered his military uniform, smelling the smell of alcohol, the messy people and the temperament of an outlaw. "Snake Wild Wine, then Pyrasen, Golo Steak, and an Imperial Times."

The boss is a middle-aged man, his arms have been completely replaced with machinery, there are wounds on his cheeks, who knows what he has been through, and Alan Baier is obviously not here for the first time.

"Didn't you bring that young man from your family this time?" He handed over the drinks.

Alan Baier took a sip. "He's about the same age as me, isn't he?"

The boss replied. "You have different temperaments, you should be about the same age as me, at least I can feel it after chatting with you."

Suddenly, the boss's arm began to twitch. "Sorry, that's a problem."

Alan Bair didn't answer, because it seemed that the two of them were chatting, but in fact, the boss was now using his prosthetic body to perform the concise Katachan sign language, which could not express much but could also understand many things in general.

After watching the "performance", Alan Baier began to eat, looking like an ordinary guest, and asked worriedly. "Do you need to maintain the soul?"

Then he began to deal with the current situation, first, the Astral Army, or the Inquisition, used their own "means" to "rebel" against one of the ronin's companions.

Brainwashing, potions, all sorts of things, and maybe not even arranging for him to be teaed on trumped-up charges, just to get the assassins to climb up the window of the traitor's manor.

The power of a huge empire cannot be underestimated, let alone an empire with no lower limit.

The information available can only be described as despair, the current invading Red Pirates are only 30% of the total fleet, and the world called Mahadrea and the entire Pangia sub-sector and the Maelstrom are under the control of the Blackheart King.

Huge legions, endless supplies, and countless executions of the Victory Empire, if the only weakness of the Blackheart King is concerned, it is probably that the center of his power structure is only himself, so many armies are accepted by half-hired and semi-subordinate methods, and they can only act in batches.

But even so, its scale is extremely large, and the scale of the traitors gathered by Huron's power is unprecedented, and a large part of the reason is that after entering the subspace, he took away many of the subordinates belonging to the Black Legion...

He is not a picky eater, and he will not refuse to come to the squire that Abaddon does not like, and will give him the military strength to match his ability! This alone can make many people's hearts move, and there is also the uncertain time of subspace, and God knows how long the Red Pirates have been operating in subspace.

One year outside, maybe a hundred years inside!

It can only be said that a real dictator spanning hundreds of thousands of light years, Alan Baier took a sip of snake wine, and only thought that this thing was exceptionally cool.

(End of chapter)