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

"Phew, we can finally come in." Fleet Commander Casimian, silently waiting for the storm in front of him to dissipate the last bit of subspace lightning. Although this will delay a little longer, at least for the entire fleet It's especially safe.

"Launch detection torpedoes and see where the orcs are."

Hundreds of torpedoes loaded with high-frequency detectors and subspace detectors were fired from the fleet and headed into the dark space ahead.

"No orc fleet detected."

"Stay alert and move forward in battle formation."

This fleet, which had been anchored outside the storm for nearly half a year, finally took action on a large scale again. They were finally going to complete their mission of supporting Armageddon, wiping out the orcs and protecting the imperial world.

After traveling for a long time, Cassimian could already see the planet Armageddon and the dazzling star shining on him from the bridge window.

Of course, he also saw more disharmonious things, such as space junk floating throughout the galaxy and meteorites assembled from various things.

The fleets of these orcs are always as surprising as their train of thought. Every time they see these orcs, they will give Cassimian more things to talk about with the ladies at the aristocratic party.

But he will not underestimate these things. Any underestimation of the enemy or carelessness will only bring shame to his career as a captain, and will only make him embarrassed to face the Golden Throne.

"For the Emperor." Cassimian told himself, commanding the fleet to kill the orcs.

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"Throne, I'm about to vomit."

"I thought that such a long period of space travel had made you accustomed to it?"

"No, this is different. This ship is shaking worse than the one lying in the pit hiding from the artillery fire."

There was another violent shudder of the hull, and the hull even tilted slightly, but then recovered within a few seconds.

The Thirty-seventh Casare Regiment, which is where Lin Fan and his third company are located. Ever since they entered the Armageddon system, they started fighting with the Orc space fleet. The ships on both sides fought with dozens of ships. They attack each other at a distance of ten thousand kilometers.

Macrocannons, light spears, torpedoes and various types of attack aircraft filled this dark universe, and the gorgeous explosions of fire that burst out from time to time became the last glory of these warriors corresponding to the stars.

Those macrocannons, which are manned by hundreds of slave workers and boatmen, load the macrocannons with huge shells that can crush the entire loading team to death. The monks of the Mechanicus will use their own loudspeakers to praise the Omnisei Ya praised the poem of the machine soul, while the deck officer responsible for commanding the artillery stood on the safer upper level and conveyed orders through the loudspeakers arranged throughout the macro gun room.

This is a dangerous and arduous job, where various dangers always occur. Being crushed to pieces by huge gantry and cranes is simply a common occurrence. The life of each laborer responsible for loading can be calculated in weeks.

Loading shells

But you still have to pray to the Emperor, to the Omnissiah, that the enemy's artillery will not hit the macrogun room, and that the violent vibrations on the ship will not loosen the transport racks that house the huge macrogun shells.

Although they would not explode due to such a collision, razing the entire macro gun room and the surrounding area to the ground, these huge rolling shells were enough to crush them into a pulp that could not be buckled off the deck.

"I hope those in charge put up a good fight! It would be better if we didn't end up dead in space before we even set foot on Armageddon!"

Old Jock stood firm and pulled up Domian who fell in the shock.

Lin Fan leaned against the wall without falling, while Delia used the magnetic force of her feet to absorb her boots, making her as stable as a rock.

They now need to fight in various locations on the ship and drive off the orcs who have boarded the ship through torpedoes or something.

"According to the newly updated ship detection data, we will encounter a group of orc troops 1500 meters ahead of the corner." Delia is receiving data from above the ship through the mechanical instruments on her backpack all the time, and Guide the troops of the third company to where they should go.

"This is really good news, great." Old Jock held up the grenade launcher in his hand and carried a melta gun on his back. It seemed that he was still fighting high after the battle with the hulk. .

Domian held the emperor's icon hanging around his neck and muttered something.

"Domian is getting more and more thoughtful..." Lin Fan silently complained about this pious guy, and then called on the rest of the soldiers of the third company to follow the team.

If you die alone, you will lose the protection of your comrades. No one knows how you will die. If you have a comrade, you can at least have a companion on the way to the throne.

"Orcs detected!" Delia shouted, and then her two arms began to rapidly deform. They were still the familiar heavy felling machine guns and electromagnetic circular saws that Lin Fan was familiar with.

A series of bullets rained down, hitting any position in this wide passage. A few unlucky guys were hit like this and fell to the ground groaning. Others who were even more unlucky were shot through. He had lost his head, and it was obvious that there was no way he could be saved.

But at least their company was equipped with several trained medics under Lin Fan's strong request and appeal. Although Lin Fan looked at the fierce expressions and thick arms of these bald medics, he couldn't believe it. Think of them in the direction of saving people.

After private inquiries and exchanges, I found out that these so-called medical soldiers were specially transferred from the interrogation department. These guys know everything about the human body and know how to interrogate heretics and traitors with the greatest pain, so that they can Telling information under torture.

Of course, these guys who are good at torture are also good at treatment. After all, torturing the prisoner to death is not a good result. Long-term torture and interrogation are a better result.

Torture those people half to death, then heal them to recover, and break through their spiritual defenses over and over again.

After hearing this, Lin Fan no longer knew what to say. He was sure that Slaanesh would definitely keep an eye on these medics. Once their faith was shaken, these medics would become madmen who skinned and ripped apart their flesh.

But so far, it seems that these medical soldiers are doing well. After all, in their eyes, they are just serving the emperor. Do they need to be gentle when interrogating heretics and traitors? Obviously there is no need to be gentle, even to one's own people.

"Ah!" Lin Fan looked at the soldier who had fallen unconscious and fell to the ground. He twitched violently under the "care" of the medics, then shouted, and then lay back tremblingly.

And the medical soldier transferred from the interrogation department didn't even show a surprised expression, as if the soldier in his eyes was just a piece of raw meat whose nerve reflexes suddenly twitched.

"Fortunately, I don't need their treatment." Lin Fan secretly thanked himself for his relatively strong body, picked up the laser gun in his hand and fired at the orcs who appeared.