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

"Priest Delia! Work well!"

Enduring the tremor of the airdrop capsule breaking through the atmosphere, Lin Fan could see the general situation outside through the holographic projection inside.

The Orcs' anti-aircraft artillery is said to have been almost cleared, but there are still many scattered small artillery pieces defending against the air.

"I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" Priest Delia used a mechanical plug to connect to the data board of the airdrop pod, and controlled the rocket nozzle on the outside of the airdrop pod to fine-tune the movement of the airdrop pod.

"Control! The control failed!" Delia's panicked voice spread throughout the airdrop cabin.

This high-speed falling thing carried Lin Fan and his party in another direction.

"May the Emperor bless us." Domian sat on the chair, silently performed the aquila salute, then closed his eyes and waited for his fate to come.

"We have all broken through the orc air defense net. Nothing will happen." Old Jock didn't care. He gave Lin Fan the impression that he was always very arrogant.

"I'm rewriting the holy code... The machine soul has been mixed with something more complicated! I can't understand it!"

Lin Fan secretly felt bitter when he saw Delia's anxious and confused look. This little mechanical girl couldn't understand something, let alone even think about it.

Do orcs also make electronic bombs and the like?

It was hard for Lin Fan to say. After all, the ancestors of those gadgets were the ancient orcs who fought the Battle of Heaven with the Necrontyr Dynasty. Who knows if a kid with a sudden inspiration would come up with a magical gadget with orc aesthetics and idealistic technology.

"Ready to hit!"

Lin Fan held on to the fixed safety railing. There was a noisy sound of scraping metal and breaking rocks outside the airdrop cabin. They felt as if they were falling straight through something and falling to the bottom.

"I hope we don't hit the bottom hive directly! This will make it difficult for us to get out!" Old Jock gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort caused by the impact.

While getting along, Lin Fan discovered that Old Jock would feel uncontrollably nauseated by bumps that were too violent. Logically speaking, he should get used to it, but he just couldn't overcome his physical problems.

Just don't spit it out...

boom!

There was a huge impact, followed by the sound of various debris hitting the outer shell of the airdrop cabin.

"Oh my god...is this where it is?"

"I think so..."

"The door is stuck..."

"Let me do it." Lin Fan got down from the chair, walked towards the door with a twisted structure, raised his foot and kicked the door open.

Everyone quickly ran out of the hatch and paid attention to everything around them.

A group of twitching SADF soldiers fell to the ground, wearing protective clothing covering their whole bodies and gas masks covering their faces.

Lin Fan and the others were wearing the standard bullet-proof armor and full-protection helmets of the Astra Militarum, and the officers on the ship still had some sense.

Knowing that Armageddon is a heavily polluted industrial planet, they also know how to issue them a full-protection helmet with an air purifier.

Otherwise, in this poor environment, even if the soldiers dropped from the air were not killed by the orcs, they would still be killed by the polluted air.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, did you hit an orc? The ground is full of blood..."

Lin Fan walked towards the back of a political commissar who was kneeling on one leg in front of a dying soldier, looking a little sad.

Tsk, if Domian, Old Jock, and Delia died in front of me, I think I would also be very sad...

Walking over, Lin Fan didn't hear what the two of them said.

"Ahem... Do you want to collect his bones?"

"No...Captain...no one is special...I won't and he won't..."

Lin Fan watched the political commissar take some relics and dog tags from the dead soldiers and turned to look at him.

Armed with the iconic power claws, storm arrows, and the electronic cigarette that shoots hellish heat rays, Commissar Yarick stood in front of Lin Fan.

After putting away the belongings of the dead soldiers, Yarick looked at Lin Fan and said, "Hello, Captain. Thank you for your support."

The standard political commissar's rigid poker face is exactly the same as that of the Oude political commissar.

"We have just airdropped here and are not familiar with the battlefield situation yet. I have decided to put it under your temporary command."

"This... okay..." Political Commissar Yarick hesitated for a while, but accepted Lin Fan's suggestion. As he said, only local soldiers can understand the complex situation around them.

"The orcs have dispersed."

A cold mechanical voice came from behind the two of them.

Lin Fan looked back and saw a mechanical great sage who was much taller than himself standing behind him. He was looking down at him and Yarrick with his green-lighting electronic eyes.

Next to her stood Delia, who was a little embarrassed and looked adoring.

"The Great Sage of Kaos." Yarick made an eagle salute, and the Great Sage of Kaos also made a cogwheel salute in response.

"Without your help, this mission may not have been possible. I thank you for those fallen soldiers."

"We are all subjects of the empire. There is nothing to say. I only want to protect the property of the God of Machines and avenge those sacred objects whose machine souls were desecrated by the orcs."

"But what happened to the orcs' collapse?"

"That orc boss is very interesting." Sage Kaos paused, and Lin Fan always felt that he could see some small regrets in those cold electronic eyes.

"He installed a starting device on himself, which will be triggered when he dies. Now his music is playing in the entire Holy Word Square...According to Gutera's records, I think this should be called mourning music."

This orc...has he even thought about his future affairs? How about having an orc boy keep watch for three more days, and then find a group of farts to come over and cry.

Lin Fan felt speechless, but Political Commissar Yarick breathed a sigh of relief. At least they could take a rest and communicate with the supporting troops.

"In that case, Captain, would you be interested in going hunting with me?"

“I’ve always been good at that.”

Political Commissar Yarick and Lin Fan's soldiers walked out of the huge anti-aircraft turret and cleared out the orc troops surrounded by soldiers sent down from the airdrop pods.

A few of those ferocious bald-headed medical soldiers were left behind to take care of the soldiers who were still lying on the ground and twitching. At least they could still breathe, and they could be saved if they breathed. You had to trust the judgment of the medical soldiers.

Sage Kaos looked at Lin Fan's retreating back, turned his head and didn't know what he was thinking...

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"Waaagh!"

It was a similar scene again, they were hiding inside, the orcs were outside, and the only thing separating them was a small blast door.

This blast-proof door is not even as good as the quality of their fortress, although the person knocking on the door is no longer the strong orc like a hill.

But the more numerous boys at the door were ready to skin them and cut them to pieces at any time.

Dover clenched the gun in his hand and checked whether the bayonet was fixed properly. He didn't want it to fall off when he started fighting.

"Hehehe..." The veteran shook his head and smiled softly.

boom!

The door was opened, and the orcs rushed in. The veteran rushed forward with a chain sword, and Dover covered him with a gun. They had done this kind of cooperation many times in the ruins of that fortress and that neighborhood. times.

The orcs trying to break through the position probably looked like this on the outside of the square.