Navarro del Kunas laboriously pushed half of an orc's corpse away from him, spills of entrails and blood spilling all over his body, turning his coat into a mass that stinked worse than the vomit of sailors.

His face darkened, and for a moment he remembered the words of a book he had read in the past - don't do anything you think would be useful before the battle begins, they will eventually be turned into a cloud of fog by swords and flesh.

"I agree." Dvaro muttered to himself. "Damn, that's so right. If only I had remembered it earlier. ”

He turned to look at his lieutenant.

Three-quarters of the body of his adjutant, to be exact. The pure-blooded Terra, Mayon, died today after six years of mixing with him, and the cause of his death was chopped open with a knife by an orc, and even the small half of his body was chopped up.

Navarro glanced at the alien corpse with trepidation, wondering why these monsters possessed such terrifying powers.

He crouched down, pulled up the adjutant's body, and began to grope around his body. He had no time for a moment of silence for Mayorn, and the priority now was to find the journal and run away with it.

His plans had changed, Navarro no longer expected his peers or the well-behaved Imperial Army to come to his back, he only wanted someone to come to support him now, and he didn't want anything else.

The orcs were nothing like what he had ever heard of, they were not rabble, they were not stupid beasts. They were even premeditating to eat away at his crew, step by step.

His guards and most of the crew were now dead and wounded, and Dvaro knew very well that he would die, but even if he did, he had to protect the diary.

It must not be exposed, or his family will be wiped out along with the names in the diary. Although he didn't like it, and even hated his family, but

He gritted his teeth and began to continue to endure the bloody touch, searching the corpse like a lowly mouse for what he needed.

Fortunately, his lucky trinkets still attracted the attention of Lady Luck, and she favored him again.

Maybe for the last time.

With trembling fingers, Dvaro pulled a book with a brass-colored cover from the adjutant's corpse, took off his leather gloves, and ran the index finger of his right hand over a part of the spine. Sensing the slight indentation, he sat down on the ground.

OK.

He looked at the adjutant and a heartfelt smile was born on his face: "It's good that you are taking the genuine product, Mayorn, otherwise I would never have sent a pension to your family."

With his legs trembling, Dvaro stood up against the wall. He tucked the diary inside his coat, but he didn't think it was safe, so he simply tucked it into the innermost layer of his shirt.

With that done, he grabbed his automatic gun and walked towards the captain's quarters, which had been his study, lounge, and occasional 'indulgence' for the past decade.

At first, it was unremarkable, but now it's the most sturdy part of the ship, outside of the engines. Tevaro intends to enter it and hides until he is discovered.

If the orcs had spotted him, he would have asked them to eat some bullets. If it was the Empire, then he would walk out of the office with his hands held high, and then rely on a few rhetoric to get out.

He had even figured out what to do in case it was the Imperial fleet that came.

Bribery never goes out of style, and everyone is greedy. Moreover, if the officer in charge had been a recruit, he might have been able to save himself from the whirlpool with a naval pistol.

He brought four of these treasures, each with the name of an imperial ship engraved on it. It's a rare piece that only the most upper-class collectors can own.

He thought wildly, and soon reached the door of his office. There were no orcs here, just a devastated ground covered in blood. Approaching the door, Tvaro shoved his fingers into the bottom of the gate, expertly inserting a hollow.

After a slight sting, the wall of his right hand cracked. Tevaro walked through a secret passage and came to a hidden chamber. It's his little treasure trove, full of precious paintings and precious hard currency smuggled over the years.

But he didn't even look at any of these things now, just walked briskly and came to a wall.

After another fumbling of his fingers, a small hole was cracked in the wall, and he pressed his right eye to it, and began to observe, his heart sinking suddenly.

The scene in the office was not what he was familiar with. One side of the wall was blown open, and several orcs were aggressively confiscating the automatic guns and shotguns from his weapon rack.

Tevaro cursed in his heart, silently cursing the bastards for being blown up when they shot their own crew. He silently withdrew his gaze and began to wonder what to do next.

Several unreliable methods were born out of his mind, and they were quickly thrown out by himself - what are you kidding?

Dhvaro raised his right hand and twitched himself slightly, his face full of exasperation: how could he come up with such a way to go out with a gun and fight them? Your life is very expensive.

Having said that, however, the faces of his crew appeared in front of him. From the captain of the guard, to the adjutant, to the sailors.

Navarro del Kunas's face gradually distorted, he pressed his face against the wall, staring at the group of orcs motionlessly, and a wave of anger was born in his heart.

Why should I put up with these aliens who robbed my ship and killed me? The Imperial Truth says that the alien mongrels all deserve to die

Furious, he pulled out his two naval pistols and prepared to open the secret door and go out and kill them all—but he didn't get the chance.

Because someone has already taken the lead.

No, no, that's people, isn't it? Davaro's eyes widened in shock.

At first, he just saw a black mist. They emanated from the burning wooden floors and blood, and soon formed a solid darkness.

Immediately after, a huge shadow rose from the middle man. Unable to see its face, Dvaro could only see two faint blues of blue light and a vague human figure.

The orcs spotted it, too, but before they could even draw their guns, they quickly turned their heads into different places. The strange black shadow flickered, and the heads of the orcs fell to the ground. Tevaro jerked back and away from the wall.

He gritted his teeth, not wanting his breathing to be too noticeable, but his heart was still beating violently - what the hell was that thing?!

He could swear to the Delkunas family, he had never seen anything so horrible in his life!

But the nightmare didn't seem to end there, and as Dvaro gently stepped back, trying to move away from the wall with the peephole, he noticed a blue light glowing through the peephole.

"Bang ——!"

Dvaro's cheeks twitched, and without hesitation, he fired a shot in that direction. The blue light did not fade away, so he began to pull the trigger continuously, without stopping, until the magazine of twenty rounds was completely empty.

The intense muzzle fire blurred his vision, and the bizarre sensation of fear caused his limbs to twitch and blur his vision. He gasped and began to tremble as he picked up his two remaining Navy pistols.

However, no sooner had he lowered his head than he saw a skeletal hand escaping with black mist, on which lay his other two naval pistols.

Navarro del Kunas slowly raised his head and saw a skeletal face.

"Hello, Captain of the Stormswift, Navarro del Kunas." The skeleton spoke slowly, its voice contorted to the point where it looked like the last screams of the dead. "It's not easy to finally find you."

Dvalro's eyes rolled, and he was dizzy.

The update is complete, and the normal update will start tomorrow. The first update at five o'clock in the afternoon, the second one at seven o'clock, 3k per chapter. Saturday and Sunday to 10,000.

(End of chapter)