The Emperor's Poison Blade fell to the ground, even with the slowdown of the transport plane and the protection of the heavy container, the entire ground sank into it like soft butter, and the inferior steel of the orcs could not bear such a weight of imperial pure gold, more because the place the size of an asteroid was maintained by the strong gravity created by the orcs with witchcraft equipment to maintain its normal weight.

"Damn it, quick, tie the leash!" The second lieutenant shouted, the soldiers methodically locked the sturdy alloy ropes to the chassis of the poison blade, and the engines of the Chimera armored car and Hercules tracked transporter agitated and beat like a drum, but even so, the heavy body of such a huge imperial engine was as ridiculous as a child pulling a grind.

The powerful friction generator of the armored vehicle's tracks is also idling and sizzling, and the metal ground provides a very high maximum speed of the vehicle while also reducing a lot of friction, so the orc car prefers to shoot quickly, not so much as engine propulsion as flying.

Those things were now limiting, and the huge weight of the poison blade was collapsing little by little, and it was only the additional inertia of the transport planes that had completely collapsed the crude base without the reinforcement of the Imperial Guard, and it was still possible to climb out of the dirt, but the scraps of metal were like dominoes, and they stuck the behemoth at an unbalanced oblique angle.

"Get out of the car, get out of the car, go pull the leash!" "There are also people on the poison blade tank, you don't need a car crew, just a driver is enough!" The second lieutenant scolded, and immediately got out of the car to look at the metal braided rope made of alloy fibers, even a little sharp, he said. "Don't use force right away, the Chimera and the transport track vehicle should also maintain a level that can still be strengthened, let go of the throttle, keep the strength so that the poison blade will not continue to fall, and then come down, all down!"

There were about 30 people who were noisy and shouting, only the driver was still in the car, and they used various ways to help with the tow rope of one meter thick by inserting a saber or dagger into the car at many angles, or directly wearing military gloves.

The second lieutenant called. “1，2，3！” The soldiers, the crew, everything that was small and had the power of the initiative were pulling the small but important hope with all their might, and the whole poisonous blade began to turn and exert force, and the three imperial souls sang in unison, and the vibration and roar that made people's hearts throb.

"Hard! Hard! The lieutenant shouted, and again and again, the members of the Imperial Guard struck like tanks, slashing off a large amount of scrap metal like saw blades on the tracks of the poison blades, and the tracks of the tracked transporter and the Chimera armored car scraped a pitch-black burnt brown on the ground, and the behemoth slowly crawled out of the ground with the creaking of the tow rope.

Then came the loss of the soldiers, and even the bending of someone's saber, who at one point suspected that the rope might break, but the thing took on the heavy duty like theirs.

The ensign wiped the sweat from his face, gasped for breath and said. "Get in the car, get in the car, the communication team starts to adjust the equipment, and the Doom Eagle report, it's ready, and the other crew members who are scheduled to use the poison blade follow me."

No matter how tired you are, you have to cheer up and drag your almost immobile body to fire projectiles at the enemies of the Empire, which is both great and sad for the Imperial Guard, because they are not serving the ideal land of humanity, but a massive, corrupt, dying old man in this dark universe.

When the engine of the poison blade spat out the first breath of white mist that was functioning normally, the second lieutenant sat limp in the observation room, poked his head out of the thick armor of the tank, and watched the battle of the destroying eagle in the distance with a telescope, their airship was only half gone, this loss was far greater than expected, but the orc leader did not seem to be tired, enjoying the farce, but his attack obviously became wounded, there were many more bullet marks on the body of the car, and there were even traces of hot melting, the speed of the car slowed down a little, and the black smoke spit out was more.

"It's just a panting old dog, but it's still dangerous and terrifying, Master Chief may take him, but it won't be too easy, oh my God, 6 airships, that's 12 Space Marines, I don't know how many will survive." The second lieutenant said bitterly, if he hadn't done a good landing buffer, this matter would not have turned out like this.

"They're getting closer." The second lieutenant shook his head, and quickly detached from those feelings, Alan Baier had been bearing the guilt of the sacrifice before, and now he had tasted it clearly, it felt like a titan pressing on the heart, and it was difficult to understand how those commanders could endure those emotions in this desperate forty thousand years, which is probably why the thousands of men and women sacrificed in the empire can be reduced to a simple number.

Those things were visualized in front of him, the smoke-emitting remains, the dead soldiers, the wailing battlefields and the exhausting deaths, the second lieutenant tried to get rid of those things, and accurately calculated the reasonable range of fire in his head with experience and the ranging aid of the telescope.

There was no sweat on his forehead, because his mouth was shriveled up, and he had escaped death again and again, and most of his body had dried up in danger again and again, but he still concentrated and looked into the distance.

The Doom Eagle was forcing the vicious dog to get closer, locking the leader with a line of formations, threatening it with heat melt to not be able to move back, and weakly adjusting its flanks to get closer to the poison blade, the second lieutenant's hoarse voice spoke. "Forward, reach the expected firing position, start loading shells."

The poisonblade engine kicked in, and in that roar, the Imperial Blade rumbled across the ground, steadier and deadlier than the extremely fast vehicles, larger and heavier, so much so that the ground trembled with her movements.

The pitch-black muzzles of the guns were locking on the ethereal enemy, the dark green Imperial engine creeping like a hunter in the rich smell of firing charge and engine fuel, and the air seemed to freeze, and those things were getting closer, closer and closer, the faint fluctuation of the Destroyer Eagle's airship position, the wild laughter of the orcs, the roar of the engine, the gathering of many complex and distorted things, and the people did not know it, only the second lieutenant with a telescope, watching the despair intently.

"It's near—" He spoke like a prophet to bring down the uneasiness in the car, and with the rapid and orderly preparation of the crew members, the Imperial sword became ready to fire, and only thirty seconds or so later, under the cacophony of sounds, they all saw the disgusting monster.

His body was fat and distorted, the Master Chief was pinning it down on his right side, and the other airships had pulled a lot farther away, but in order to keep the orc's head forward, the Master Chief had to fight with him, and the second lieutenant's telescope magnified the orc's expression under the optical lens, and he immediately understood that the orc had used the Master Chief as a meat ticket.

It's not the Master Chief who holds him back, but he is relying on the Master Chief to his death, this madman has made the death of this Space Marine, the disgusting, vicious, crazy beast laughing wildly and firing at it? But then the Master Chief will die, and the easiest thing is to be disabled, and the wait will be even more deadly, and everything will be wasted...

The second lieutenant suddenly felt a suffocating confusion, and the gunner of the crew began to ask him when he would fire, but those two words could not be said for a long time, and after a few seconds, the firing angle of the cannon would not be able to aim at the orc, and let it leave in vain.

Even if the Master Chief had opened fire with all his might to interfere with the leader, the distance between them was only three or four meters, which was still too close for a poison blade comparable to the huge explosive power of a ground-shaking cannon, and now, the lives of two vital loyalists, a poison blade, and the efforts of tens of thousands of people, the war of tens of thousands of people was in front of him, whether to end the stupid racing of orcs or to stay for friends...

At this moment, the second lieutenant could not make a decision, the gunner's questioning began to become urgent, and the weight of the decision-maker pressed on his heart, whether it was a palpable comrade-in-arms or the lives of thousands of people, this was not a difficult choice question, but the second lieutenant was not in front of the topic, but a living life.

The gunner's questions became faster and faster, the ensign became more and more impatient, his mind was complicated, he held the telescope, and there was still someone more impatient than him, that is, the Master Chief, who was not afraid of death, only wanted to end the war, but the poison blade did not fire, he could already faintly see the dark nightmare, and the future of the orc leaving the area intact.

But the extreme desire in his heart, the victory, those feelings stimulated his psychic energy, and after a brief pause, that thought crept from his mind into the second lieutenant's body, and before the orc was immediately out of range, the second lieutenant felt that vague emotion, and suddenly ordered. "Fire!"

The cannonball of the Imperial Poison Blade was fired, and the second lieutenant also broke free from what emotion, that vague, uncertain, burdensome emotion, he realized the will he needed as a commander, his mind was more stable, stronger, and... Sharp, his eyes looked into the distance like a sharp sword.

The structure of the cannonball of the Emperor Poison Blade is similar to that of an explosive bomb, that kind of projectile is very special and noble, its value is comparable to any cutting-edge product made in the Empire, although it looks unremarkable, but it is not as simple as an amplified explosive bullet, the primer is separated, and the smoke is sprayed, this cannonball has surpassed the projectile speed of most Imperial vehicles, cutting through the sky with a sharpness comparable to a sniper rifle, and making it impossible for such a fast orc leader to dodge, and at the same time, the Master Chief is also.

But his psychic hunch helped him, he shouted. "Slow down!" In the end, his servant's indiscriminate trust saved him, and the mortal servant pressed the brakes, without hesitation, and avoided the shells that almost completely hit them at the last shot, but even the high temperature set off a hurricane, and the entire Rand Raider was overturned, and at the same time, a small burst cloud was lifted, which was a high-explosive bomb specially made by the Imperial Guard for the leader, and the temperature could even melt the pottery steel!

When Master Chief climbed out of the overturned car, his thick armor leaving him almost unscathed, and the hapless mortal was bleeding from it, he didn't fall into a coma, but just crawled out in embarrassment after the Master Chief lifted off some of the metal twisted and deformed by the pressure and explosion, and said. "My lord, self-serving you have started to poop and hurt."

"Those are honors, and you defeated an orc leader in a race, my friend." Master Chief was blunt.

The mortal servant shook his head. "Friends?! What are you talking about, those words are going to be heard, I can't get on the ship, because I'm defiling Astarte! ”

"Defiled? How can it be counted, your technology has saved my life, many times, and anyone can be considered defiled, except you. After the Master Chief finished speaking, he pressed the mortal servant's shoulder, he was a little overwhelmed, but the Master Chief just said. Wait a bit, I need to check on the orc's life. ”

He picked up the blaster, and there was no news of the boss who had just been in power, scattered parts and smoke burning ground, the cracked body scattered fuel on the ground, burning slowly, and the heat produced smoke that obstructed vision, even a superman like Astarte could hardly see the enemy from such a chaotic situation, while the complex perception equipment and the bird divination device on his helmet were as silent as death.

He pushed away the smoke that slowly rose, and the bomb exploded very quickly at the lost dog, he immediately knelt down in a standard suppression posture to press its neck, and pointed the explosive bomb at the location of its head, but when he actually fell, there was only the sound of pottery steel hitting the metal ground, and there was only a broken arm next to the landing point, and a shocking one, full of broken flesh and blood marks, and a two-meter-long scratch dragged on the ground.

"What?" He immediately looked left and right, raised his weapon, but there was no enemy, only the rustling and annoying footsteps, and the hoarse voice, the leader came out of the smoke, his left arm was completely blown away, and the right one was half rubbed off by the ground, leaving a wound visible of the bones, and something bloody caught the neck of the mortal servant, and there was no doubt that even then he could easily strangle this man.

He said in a hoarse voice. "Good cans... Good canning... I can really fight, I like it, this shrimp is also good, I can drive, I drive well, I like it more, and I don't lose if I kill one a day, I earn two, and the evil moon orcs will not suffer! ”

Master Chief's words fluctuated a little, but he remained calm. "Let him go, Alien."

The mortal was terrified, he left his seat, the car, now with nothing, the orc's wet blood and his own bodily fluids wet his cheeks, but he still said. "Leave me alone! Shoot him, for the emperor! ”

"Shut up, shrimp, what emperor, I'm talking about it now, Shigua, you red head, give me the airship, give me your helmet, and Kaka, I'll let go of your shrimp boy!"

"Alien..."The Master Chief was furious and wanted to eat this bastard alive, even if he wanted him to kill this bastard with his bare hands, but now he couldn't.

He could only take off his helmet and slash the armor and blaster that he regarded as honor from the ground, and the orc immediately lowered his head to pick it up, as if he saw incomparable wealth, but soon he raised his head, and the master chief had approached with the assistance of his unskilled psionic energy at a speed beyond that of the Space Marine, and punched him in the face, scattering all over the ground in an instant, and he only felt that the world was spinning for a moment.

The orc let go of the mortal in pain, and the master chief picked up his servant, and then said. "You're going to be Skadi's prisoner, Alien!"

I played with 7 butters and had a back ache

(End of chapter)