It was a green muscular mountain that was rolling and churning in front of him, and a few Scroogs were put into the pot with delicious meat and spices, and with the stirring of the fart, the boiler made of scrap metal turned out a burst of mesmerizing aroma.

The one who enjoyed such food was the lord of the orcs here, and he had long hair that was very chic for an orc, and it was hard to imagine how he could have raised so many hairs of the same color in the asteroid fortress where supplies were scarce to satisfy his sick needs.

His armor was smeared with yellow paint and covered his body, and the fine clay steel was greasy, and he devoured dates, and he accepted all the delicacies of men or the preferences of the orcs, and his favorite of them was the pot of hot pot like lava, with a heater protruding from the flames below, and the frightened fart stood on the table, he was almost naked and cleanly washed, for he could not defile the boss's dinner, and dodged and stirred the boiler that could not be stopped.

The table was long and long, a hundred meters, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas were handed forward by the orcs in a relay like an assembly line, with rough and wild orc songs, and there were things from one end of the long table to the other side, and the orc boys next to them drooled, but they had to pretend to be elegantly dressed in suits made of rags, holding plates, to serve a delicious meal to their huge masters.

Broadly speaking, this master, who is also an orc boss, looks a lot bigger than the others, and he prefers to emphasize that kind of individual strength, but it is not exactly the same as the real growth of the orc, but the physique does provide a lot of convenience, especially when he crushes those who don't listen to the boys.

His clothes were almost napkins, and the yellow cloth was stained all over the place, but fortunately, even if those things accumulated a foul smell over the years, they were nothing to the orcs, and those stains would not affect the strength of the pottery steel, let alone short-circuit his weapons.

He will not stop until he is full of food and drink, unless there is one thing, that is, the orcs who handle the food are exhausted, which means that he has lost another cook, and it also means that he has to endure the days without food, because he is not hungry when he eats, but just wants to use the food to dissipate his crazy killing intent than other orcs, and that's it.

And today, something like this happened, the food stalled, his 67th cook died, the orc boss shouted. "I, Ebony, I'm angry, here again! All right! Stop eating! ”

He grabbed one of the attendant orcs on his right and wiped him on his mouth like a napkin, the two layers of rough orc skin rubbing against each other, and the fragile skin of the slowly cracked and stumbling orc boy was almost completely scratched off in the scream.

His cheeks were like razors, or sandpaper, and the boy was bloody on all sides, but he only did it because of the displeasure of the cook's death.

"What is the reason for this time?" He wiped the blood from his face, and the hapless "napkin" lay almost bloody on the ground, the tyrannical monster that had threatened Carraza for centuries, and whose name had reached the point of fear when they heard it, including his boys.

The orc who came to report should have been unlucky, and he could only shout with a bitter face. "There are shrimp battleships, we followed those purple-clawed shrimp words to detect, I opened fire, shrimp counterattacked, but the canned boat came, we were bombarded by two big battleships, and the entire super invincible cannon was melted clean."

"What does that have to do with my chef, when you come to the shrimp, you will fight, and if you melt, your chef's sweetheart baby can't die!" The boss scolded and scolded, for Umuli, his cooks could be exhausted to death, and could be eaten by themselves, but only they could not be killed by others, especially those thin and poor shrimp, canned food he reluctantly accepted, after all, they were really difficult to deal with.

The orc pursed his lips and said. "Boss, have you forgotten, you heard those purple-clawed shrimps say that the most dangerous place is the safest, and you think it makes sense, so you moved the chef's kitchen under the cannon!"

When he heard this, he immediately wanted to exert his power, but said again. "Canned food and dried shrimp together, that's fun." He lowered his arm and rubbed his chin. "My ripper is here, the kid is up, I want waaaaagh!"

The orcs had forgotten most of the things in an instant, all they knew was that the Ripper was waagh big enough to bounce and run to carry the thing even if it had just almost died.

And the thing called the Ripper is actually a dirty car, full of spikes, flashing beautiful things, covered with a layer of glittering gold, and there are two large bomb clicks and a set of large jumping rocket arrays on the body, and that thing cannot be driven by other orcs, because it is particularly exaggerated large driver's seat, ordinary orcs can't step on the brakes at all, just like the difference between adults and children.

Its driver's seat was so large that it could only be held in the open air, one to reduce the weight, and the other was to dissipate enough heat from the huge engine, this monster was not so much a car as an engine and tires, and a simple drum magazine with a lot of beautiful decorations, and at the top of it were the heads of the successive lords of Karaza, including the head of the current lord's father, which was worn like a banner and made into trophies.

No one doubts that it will burst when it is hit, there is almost no doubt about it, but it is impossible for a stupid orc to be able to make itself a boss and a leader in such a place.

He moved his huge body and walked down from the throne, and the distant mountains in the distance looked like a wasteland, but when he looked closely, they were all dense lanes, all created by his hobby, and even once drained all the wealth of the richest of the orc clans, the Evil Moon Clan, which used teeth as currency.

The car that he could afford to carry with ten orcs was like an adult sitting in a big go-kart, but no one would suspect that the car was weak, he sat steady, and the whole car sank with a click, and the orcs who didn't have time to climb away became a stall.

Ebony snapped his nose. "Come on some boys, you want the most accurate, go with me, kill shrimp!" He stepped on, the engine hummed and roared, and the three orc boys climbed onto the car, equipped the weapon, and tied themselves to the car with ropes.

And when they were about to tie up, the boss drove out of the camp like lightning, leaving behind a yellow streamer, as fast as lightning, accompanied by waaaagh war drums and shouts, and countless dirty cars sped wildly towards the endless track outside the camp.

Smoke billowed and smoke continued, and the filth flew into the sky, perhaps through the fortress cycle into the void, and this world had no sky, only a thick metal ceiling, behind the ceiling, in the endless void, the Imperial Guard warships were slowly descending, rather, closer.

On the bridge, the Lord of Skadi was chatting with his friend, and the Destruction Eagle Master Chief, who had not been seen for two months, was now sharper, and it was the orc that was the whetstone that was striking him, but this beautiful Baptismal Fire battleship was now also scarred and sad.

"Thank you for holding on here for so long for the Emperor." Alan Barr couldn't help but praise him, but Master Chief just replied.

"I want to break through the enemy's low-earth orbit defenses, this time I should thank you, now we can land on the enemy's base and wipe out the enemies of the Empire."

"The light spear has torn open a gap large enough for the transport ship to enter, and we can successfully log in, but the orcs' artificial gravitational devices form a weak atmosphere that binds oxygen, otherwise we can suffocate them now!"

Alan Baier nodded. "yes, those damn things are still entrenched, we have to log in to get rid of the trouble, and then we have wars, endless."

"Login, for the emperor."

Hundreds of thousands of people are sent to hell in a single sentence, and the people who do it are the Destruction Eagle Master Commander and Ensign, and when the sweltering transport ships are stuffed with checkmates, they need to build their own command system and positions on the asteroid.

Hundreds of transports began to sprinkle like black pepper on the cold star, and after a moment of disgusting friction, the scenery outside the window of the transports kept changing, and the lieutenant was glad that there was no real atmosphere or weight, because the gravitational pull of each landing was as uncomfortable as his soul.

But when time passed, the first automatic cannon spat out flames and made tiny holes in one of the side ships, and the oxygen was exposed, causing the flames to burn in a vacuum and turn into a ball of flame, and the second lieutenant immediately shouted. "Close all the windows, and don't let the soldiers witness the death of their comrades!"

But even this could not stop the shelling of the orcs, those guards kept firing, the soldiers only went from knowing death to ignorance, some people prayed to the emperor with their palms folded, some people collapsed in their seats boredly, Bordero and the baptismal fire kept firing for cover, and in contrast, the space marines could fall like thunder, and there was no possibility of defense at all.

Eventually, the anti-aircraft guns turned into strafing, and then the sky and the void drew a beautiful barrage of death, and when the first soldiers landed, they saw a scene even more hellish, those endless oppressive gray-red, and there was no soil, no battle line, only endless racing tracks, and mountains, made of broken copper and iron.

The Skadians have seen hell, they are not afraid, but the soldiers of Karaza cannot, in this terrible place far from the light of the emperor, their flesh, their faith, are under attack, those aliens have defiled their will, and the ethics of all mankind are espoused, only this city of metal ruins, and the hell full of scratches on the tires.

It's just that the officers calmly asked the soldiers to set up camp and form a defense, and the Space Marines who had fallen early in the distance were patrolling, their eyes were blazing, and they became the greatest support for mortals.

They landed on the side of the huge orcs' countless circuits that extended in all directions, and landed in a relatively stable place, which the officers described as a paradise for vehicles, those huge roads could carry a lot of baggage, and the Imperial Guard could transport supplies in them, and those orcs probably never thought that anyone would log here, and be complacent.

But only the Skadi veterans are not overly optimistic, and the Space Marines are arrogant and only cooperate with them, and the faces of those soldiers make the officers dissatisfied, but they have to retreat because of their relationship with the Space Marines or the Lord.

While the second lieutenant's transport, the last of the most important ships, slowly descended, along with Skadi officers, such as the Leterin Kid or the Katachan Sergeant, the second lieutenant jumped down from the height in advance, landed three or four meters across, and observed the situation.

The officers looked at him timidly, and he immediately approached the Master Chief of the Destroying Eagle to speak. "The Imperial Guard has lost a third, about 50,000 dead, but fortunately, the ships of the transport crew are safe, those Levaneus and Salamander tanks can help you conquer the city, but the defenses here are very strange, those are... Highway? ”

The Doom Eagle Master General took off his helmet and gently touched the ground with his armored fingers, his metal arm seemed to be quite accustomed, he gently stroked the dust, and from the marks left by the grip of the tires on it, he stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

That's right, tasting, the tongue of the Star Marines is more sensitive than that of normal people, and with their rich experience, they can completely distinguish a lot of information that normal people can't touch, from the genetic problems of living things to many other things.

"It's close, they just drove by here half a day ago, it's a place that comes frequently, so..."The Master Chief looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, and his expression was a little anxious.

The second lieutenant asked. "What's wrong, what did you find?"

"A trail of vicious dogs that they have just passed, or, they know that we will land, and they need to attack from a position that the Imperial Guard is not easy to handle, then it is probably a high ground, that is—" The Master Chief looked at the place, and the second lieutenant immediately realized it, and he immediately shouted.

"Be wary of those mountains, those damn aliens, will descend from the peaks, everyone prepare to defend!" The second lieutenant's words came forcefully, and then the soldiers were extremely quick to carry out, but the orcs had already prepared, and an attack with mobility was imminent, how could the Imperial Guard have time to react?

This time it was a cavalry charge of the future era, those dirty cars didn't even have tanks, but they were armed with far more firepower than they could carry, and it was hard to imagine why the cars didn't disintegrate after the orcs fired their guns, or if they only wanted to come that once.

The leader known as Ebony clicked and laughed, and the dirty cars descended from an extreme incline to the suffocating smoke.

The Imperial Guard, which seemed to be centralized, was now a shortcoming, but the second lieutenant had inherited Elan Bair's most insane character, which was a rather aggressive strategy.

He shouted. "All the crew get on the car, use tanks, armored vehicles, and mobile ones to play a death race car and stop those orcs on the road!"

(End of chapter)