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

Yaric looked at the captain beside him, thoughtfully.

This captain... is really a bit too powerful... Why wasn't such a fierce guy poached by those Space Marine Chapters? Instead, he became a small soldier in a new legion that he had never heard of. Captain...

"Throw me a gun!"

Yarrick watched as the captain's men skillfully threw the guns carried behind him. At first, he thought that each person was carrying two guns to support them, but he did not expect that they were all prepared for the captain.

Captain Soap.

What a strange name.

There were already four or five overheated laser guns piled at his feet, and his shooting was as efficient as a harvester in the agricultural world.

All the fleeing orcs were killed by him, and those who tried to fight back were killed by Captain Soap before they even had a chance to turn back.

boom!

A dirty car exploded, and this orc's inferior tank was blown up by a laser gun. If this kind of thing were put on the desk in Yaric's office, he wouldn't believe it to death.

But he did see the powerful captain in front of him shoot the laser gun into the gap in the armor plate and hit the shell in it.

"If Hades's nest army had you, I believe we wouldn't have fought so fiercely."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment. I'm just a captain."

Lin Fan was chatting with Yarrick while cleaning up the orcs on the battlefield. After heating up the two laser guns, Lin Fan blew into the muzzles of the guns.

"Okay, it's almost done here, is there anything else that needs to be hit?"

Yarrick looked at the orcs lying dead in front of him and didn't know what to say. Maybe the orcs would give Captain Soap a new title when they went back.

"And that building, where the soldiers of the Last Bastion fought, I think we can go in and see if there are any survivors."

"Okay, I can save every one."

Lin Fan's soldiers picked up the guns again, loaded them with new magazines and carried them on their backs.

Yarick and Lin Fan, these two people can be said to be unstoppable in the building.

Yarrick's power claw easily penetrated the wall and cut off the orc at the waist.

The chain sword in Lin Fan's hand was one specially made for him by Kaiser White Fang and the others. It was sharp, strong, powerful, and had the rune blessing of Wodehouse.

Cutting those orcs was no more difficult than cutting butter. The high-speed rotating chain sword chopped up the armor and flesh of the orcs, and the bolt gun in the other hand also killed other orcs who wanted to sneak attack.

"The shooting skills are so exquisite and the close combat skills are so outstanding. The Imperial Army is really a place full of talents."

After dealing with another group of orcs on the floor, Yarrick loaded a new magazine into his Storm Bolt and was very moved.

"What the hell, Commissar, you are also very powerful. You can swing a pair of power claws so easily."

"Haha..." Political Commissar Yarick suddenly felt sentimental and reluctantly showed a smile.

Delia came over and said, "I heard there was fighting upstairs."

"Then let's go."

Yarick and Lin Fan quickly climbed the stairs and arrived at the floor Delia had mentioned. The entire corridor was filled with the corpses of soldiers and orcs. Among them was a political commissar who fell against the wall with a wound on his chest. Nailed with a long machete.

The chain swords and bolt pistols were held tightly in their hands, and even those soldiers who wanted to recover the equipment had to spend a lot of effort to break them open.

Lin Fan entered a room where five orcs fell, and a soldier who lost his arm and looked at them was still alive.

"Hey! Can you still hear what I'm saying?" Lin Fan supported the soldier with a broken arm and watched as he raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

There was a battered and bloody corpse, the helmet had been crushed, white and red were mixed under the broken eyepiece, and the body was covered with a layer of colorful orc internal organs.

If the soldier hadn't pointed at him, Lin Fan wouldn't have even noticed the soldier who died in such a miserable state.

It seemed that he was his comrade-in-arms. Lin Fan felt a little sentimental. He had seen a lot of these disabled soldiers and dead guys along the way.

"The medics will treat his wounds." Looking at the unconscious soldier in front of him, Lin Fan had no other choice but to look at the bloody soldier he pointed at.

Pulling the orc's body apart, Lin Fan looked at the bloody mass of minced meat. He felt a little sick, and he couldn't do it no matter what.

Seemingly seeing Lin Fan's dilemma, Yaric came over to search. His black political commissar gloves were already covered in blood and minced meat.

Um, what is this?

Alex took out a twisted piece of metal and cleaned the internal organs on it. It turned out to be a twisted metal dog tag that had been beaten.

He straightened the dog tags as much as possible and read the words on them.

"Is there anything special?" Lin Fan came over and looked at these dog tags. There were some names and numbers written on them, but they were still a little different from Lin Fan's dog tags.

Alex was silent for a while, still seeming to be carefully understanding the information above. After a long time, he spoke.

"The information on the soldiers on these dog tags...these are not from Hades Hive. Are they deserters from Seaglass Hive? Survivors?"

Yarick shook his head, "Maybe no one knows anymore, so I'd better leave this to the soldier."

"But at least they are loyal to the Emperor, and that's enough."

"Yes, Captain, this is enough, we can't ask for more..." Political Commissar Yarick stopped the medical soldier who was about to carry the soldier with the broken arm away, and tied these straightened metal dog tags to his On the wrist.

"Ah, more troops are coming." Lin Fan heard the noisy roar outside and knew that the second batch of landing troops had arrived.

The complete force of the Kasare Legion fell on the transport ship to the Emperor's Word Square under their control. They will strengthen the defense of Hades Hive and prepare for a counterattack.

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Alex returned to his office, which was actually a bunker with a desk, nothing more.

The stool he was sitting on was just a box made of various scrap materials.

Yarick sat up, sighed softly, and picked up a phone on the table. This phone was directly connected to the underground Domicilon factory area. In the past, they used this single line phone to communicate with each other. of production and distribution.

But now, he has something different to say.

Du~du~du~du~

The sound of waiting made Alex a little irritated, and he even had the urge to hang up the phone directly.

The phone rang, and Domicilone's annoyingly lazy and frivolous voice came over.

"Oh ho ho! Oh my God, political commissar, I didn't expect you to actually succeed!"

"To be honest, if you fail, I really don't know how to continue fighting."

"The industrial area has suffered serious damage. Even if you give me the Terra Star Medal Ryder said, I won't be able to resume production, hahaha!"

Domicilon's complaining voice came along the phone. Alex felt that he should have been angry or impatient, but he was not. He just listened to Domicilon's voice calmly.

"Ryder died."

"..."

The frivolous complaints suddenly disappeared, and not even the sound of breathing could be heard. The silence was so long, it was like the phone was disconnected.

"I will send his ashes back."

"..."

"He fought bravely."

"...I knew he would die for his stupid, unrealistic dream."

The phone was hung up, there was only a beeping echo...

Rare scene when orcs were invented