Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"Uh, political commissar, are you sure you want to use this thing?" Ryder looked at Yarick, who had become one-armed. Behind him was a group of soldiers, pulling a small cart with black bones on it. Hud's massive power claw.

They are now on their way to Kaos Sage. Commissar Yarick hopes that Kaos Sage can help him install the orc's power claw.

"Soldier Ryder, I think I have made it very clear. In these difficult days, every piece of iron is precious, let alone a power claw." Yarick did not look back, and still maintained a relatively fast speed. Walking quickly, the first thing he asked after just waking up from a coma was how the battle was going. The second thing was how the power claw was doing. He deliberately cut it off and kept it for use. After all, they There is a shortage of equipment, and everything must be used. Even the weapons of the orcs are being recycled as much as possible.

Blue light flashed from the eyes of the gear skeleton of the Mechanicus, and swept across Commissar Yarek and his party.

Yarick understood that this was the mechanical god's gaze on mortals, so he knelt down on one knee, waiting for the mechanical god's approval.

The light disappeared and the door slowly opened. Yarick walked into the research sanctuary of Sage Kaos and saw that he was dismembering the mechanical structure of a murder jar, recording and analyzing it.

"Detected: Flesh."

"Identification: Commissar Yarrick."

“Getting in tune: communicating.”

The cold mechanized voice sounded, which made Ryder shudder. He felt that he could understand why Domicilon didn't like these oil guys at all and always avoided them.

"Hello, Commissar Yarrick. Based on my observation, do you want me to dismantle this orc power claw?"

"No, Sage Kaos, I'm here for another thing." Political Commissar Yarick pulled the car over and used his only remaining arm to knock the power claw made by the orc, "I hope you Can you install it for me?"

"..." After a long silence, Sage Kaos spoke again.

"I think you don't understand the working principle of the orcs' equipment. Those things are dangerous and unstable, and there is a high probability of failure after they are out of the hands of the orcs."

"I see."

"You don't understand. Have you seen the gun on this murder can?" Sage Kaos turned back and used his mechanical arm to grab the tutu on a murder can and showed it to Alex.

"The ammunition supply system of this weapon is a mess. The ammunition chain is full of bullets of different types and specifications, and the bullet inlet has obvious signs of cutting. I can definitely deduce that this is because the orcs cannot load the bullets because the caliber is too large. And use some other tools to forcibly expand it..."

"I see."

Kaos Sage's electronic eyes hidden under his hood stared at Alec for several seconds. "This kind of emotional judgment is not logical."

"But it meets the needs of the war."

Using the electronic eye to scan the power claw again, and then scanning Yarik, Kaos Sage replied: "There is about a 12.78% probability that it can be used, and the inside of the power claw needs to be readjusted. Your body Supporting modifications are also needed, and the mortality rate is 80.99%.”

"Commissar! This!"

Holding out his hand to stop Ryder, Alex nodded, "Compared to those soldiers fighting on the front line, this mortality rate is so low that we are happy to see it."

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"Is this transformation complete?" Yarick's upper body was naked, feeling the movement of the orc's power claw. After the surgery, there was basically no good flesh left on his upper body. It was all the modified joints and sutures. Full of the rough style of the Empire's wartime transformation.

"The transformation is very successful, but it will take some time for you to adapt. I also prepared a double storm arrow for you, which can balance the weight of your body."

The Sage of Kaos uses a mechanical tentacle to hang a well-made double storm arrow. These weapons are generally used by Terminators issued to Space Marines in the Empire, or they are directly installed on the arm armor of power armor. superior.

"Can I really pick it up?" Yarick expressed doubts. No matter how he looked at it, the twin storm arrows were bigger than his head.

big gun ♂

"Your body has been modified to support the weight and recoil of the Storm Arrow without any problem."

Alex looked at Sage Kaos's electronic eyes. He clearly remembered that the electronic light was blue just now, but now it turned green.

Maybe it's just a way of adjusting the spectrum of the electronic eyes of the Mechanicus. After all, Alex has seen many mechanical monks with their electronic eyes shining green.

He took the storm arrow and twisted his wrist a few times. It was indeed not as heavy as he thought.

"What a wonderful skill, thank you very much, Sage." Yarrick paid tribute to the Sage of Kaos, so that he could return to the battlefield and continue to serve the Emperor.

Alex was about to put on his political commissar coat again, but found that the power claw could not be inserted in any way. "Can this thing be disassembled?"

"Of course, you just need to press the button and then turn the sacred torsion bar fifteen times to release it."

He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to have to fight shirtless in the future. Following the instructions of Sage Kaos, he removed the power claw, adjusted his political commissar uniform, and stuffed it into the In the space left by the power claw, I have to say that Sage Kaos is really careful and has taken this kind of thing into consideration.

Watching Yarick and the vigilant soldiers at the door go away, the Kaos sage turned back and continued to deal with the hanging murder jar.

"It's really interesting, but don't let me down..."

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Commissar Yarek's new appearance undoubtedly makes him the most conspicuous presence in the entire army. No one can ignore the huge and rough power claw, and no one can ignore the storm arrow that is bigger than his own head.

It was another orc attack. This daily attack happened every day. The soldiers had long been accustomed to it, and the orcs also turned it into a good activity for them to stretch their muscles every day.

"Waaagh! After this battle, I'll go back and get some firewood!" An orc boss, holding a huge iron ax, split a soldier in half. He was well protected in the trench by armor plates all over his body. , the laser guns in the hands of those soldiers were completely unable to cause effective damage to him. As for the heavy weapon operators, they had long been buried in the heavily polluted soil and gravel during the first round of Orc artillery bombardment, and no one could Know if these guys are alive or not.

But this is not important. After all, their defense line is just a small position used to exert a delay effect. Even if it is lost, there will not be much strategic loss. As for the death of more than ten soldiers stationed here ?

Stop being ridiculous, this is the Hive of Hades, this is Armageddon. The daily death toll is hundreds of thousands of confirmed deaths, not counting the residents who died of exhaustion and starvation in factories. The war continues to this day. , the number of casualties in the billions has long been known, but for this planet with a population of billion, they can still bear more.