With the fall of the Second Temple, the orcs used its materials to quickly erect a large waaagh on top of the original foundation! Tower.

It was a greenskinned psionic energy launch platform, and it was used to combat waaagh! Energy is amplified, making the surrounding greenskins more excited and able to fight.

After all, the greenskins are a real psionic race, and to some extent they are relatives of the Aydarin.

The motivated Goldenbeard Pirates are scrappy and unstoppable.

They raised their weapons and shouted loudly, the savage roar shook all directions, and the power of the rage vibrated in them.

The capture of the Second Temple was just the beginning, and there were many more battles waiting for them to come.

So Goldbeard led his troops non-stop and continued to march towards the next worthy goal.

The green wave of destruction swept through the sacred home of the Bearers, leaving nothing but ruin and ashes.

Lucas was very pleased with Goldbeard's performance in the first fight.

It's rare to have a chance to humiliate these traitors, and I'm sure the Emperor and Ruth will be happy to see it.

What's more, he also specially let a few fart spirits carry the camera and record everything that happened just now.

In particular, the shouting about the "Perfect City" and the scene where the orcs wreak havoc in the Dark Temple were edited by him to achieve the best taunting effect.

"If only all the bearers could see it." Lucas thought silently.

Fanatical religious people are always particularly easily provoked, and anger can cause people to lose their minds and expose their flaws.

At least in the structure of mortal society, power is not always top-down.

Sometimes, if the people below are carried away by anger, no matter how wise and calm the people above are, they can't control the situation.

He'd have to find a way to hack into the Whisperer's communication channel and present the footage to the guys.

Considering that it was not appropriate for the orcs to do such a thing, Lucas contacted Moll in front of him once more.

In the low-Earth orbit of Galmek, gang-hopping operations against defensive platforms continue.

The traitors organized several lines of defense in the narrow passages.

More than a dozen heavy terracotta steel shields lay in the center of the passage, forming a safe and solid barrier, while the cultists hid behind the shields, loaded with guns and ammunition, ready to strike at the incoming enemy at any time.

In the entire green-skinned group, only the special operations kid knows what "stealth" and "infiltration" are.

These are indispensable components of special operations, like an invisible blade that penetrates directly into the enemy's vital points.

However, these seemingly normal tactical traits are seen by other orcs as a sign of "rebellion" and "deceitfulness".

Therefore, the status of the special warfare boy in the green-skinned society is somewhat similar to the non-mainstream killing of Matt by humans.

"I really don't understand those young people", similar words will appear among the orcs.

As for the orcs who are mature, steady, and in line with mainstream values, their attacks will always make a big noise.

This is the nature of the orcs, who like to smash and burn, and yell, as if they were afraid that others would not know where they were.

Although this kind of behavior is not conducive to improving the survival rate of the person on the battlefield, it can bring great psychological pressure to those who are about to be beaten.

As the beastly roars drew nearer, so did the destruction and death they wrought.

The cultists in charge of the defense were horrified.

They could only pray to the dark gods for the power of destruction to help them survive the battle.

Of course, it's best to be able to win against the other side.

It would be even better if he could be promoted to a knighthood and reach the pinnacle of life because of this.

It's just that the gods, no matter how generous they are, can't "make everyone at one table win".

The lucky ones will always be very few, and they may not even exist at all.

When the first wave of greenskins burst into the cultists' field of vision, the narrow passage was quickly filled with the creature's figure.

The orcs were armed with machetes, screaming wildly, and fearlessly charged towards the forward position.

"Fire!"

Seeing this, the head priest immediately ordered loudly.

The cultists pulled the triggers one after another, and the guns in their hands frantically spewed tongues of fire, countless bullets were poured out in an instant, and the web of death woven into them crushed the attacking orc troops.

The environment is small and the enemies are dense, and they can easily shoot a large number of green-skinned aliens without even needing much aim, blood and severed limbs are splattered everywhere, and the green killing bacteria are physically reduced to puddles of minced meat.

On the other hand, the orcs' assault spears were all blocked by the Terracotta Shield, unable to pose an effective threat to the cultists.

If it were just such a hard charge, the orcs would have to pay heavy casualties to take the forward position, as they often do.

But in the rear of this orc force, a dark angel was silently watching everything.

Moore's marksmanship was not as metaphysical as that of the orcs.

As a Space Marine, his shooting accuracy is much higher than that of the Sniper veterans of the Astral Army.

In a narrow passage, and such a close distance, even if the scene is a little chaotic, it is not a problem at all for a child.

So when the orcs used their flesh and blood to attack the local front, he stood in the relatively safe rear and accurately killed the emerging cultists one by one.

The behavior is not quite in line with the honor of the Space Marines, but when combined with the Greenskins, it is the way to play with the fewest casualties.

Especially for those targets that have mastered heavy firepower.

When one of the operators of the stationary machine gun fell, another tried to take his place, but the man had just walked to the place, and before he could grasp the machine gun in his hand, a bullet passed through the gap between the armor and hit the man's head accurately, causing the powerful point of fire to remain in a state of inoperable.

After just one round of shots, the enemy's offensive was greatly weakened.

The cultists were unable to stop the orc forces from approaching.

And once the boys drag the situation into a white-knuckle battle, the defensive advantage of the Chaos Cultists will be lost.

The vast number of orcs rushed forward like a rushing torrent, crushing the enemy's defenses in an instant.

Another obstacle was removed, and they were one step closer to taking the defensive platform.

But Moore didn't let this relax, but took a deep breath and replaced the blaster in his hand with a new magazine.

The final level will always be the biggest test.

The person in charge of this defense platform must be sitting in the command center, and it may be a person at the level of a company commander of a war group.

He counted his hole cards, and there was not much ammunition left with him.

Green-skinned things, Mohr doesn't dare to use them casually.

Every object used by those guys comes from the technician's private customization, and it is an out-of-print one-of-a-kind product that is carefully crafted by hand rubbing throughout the whole process - it sounds quite worrying about safety.

Unless he had to, Moore would never have the idea of fighting those things.

As for the equipment of the Chaos side, it is even more untouchable because of the risk of being corrupted.

The fall of the purple phoenix Fogham, that sword has made a great contribution.

More was thinking about the next battle when the communication from Lucas rang in his ears again.

(End of chapter)