The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 234 222. Damn Fungi

Just as Gray was mobilizing, another war was breaking out in the far western territory.

On the planet Golt VI, the Flame Fleet was fighting here. Their target was an old rival, a very failed biological weapon made by their former empire.

Vision was wearing his combat uniform, which had been specially modified. From the outside, it was just a reduced combat uniform for a single soldier, no more than two meters tall. This combat uniform looked no different from the equipment of ordinary soldiers, except that the patterns on it were more complicated, and there were even some armor plates similar to ancient cloth armor between the patterns.

This equipment, which seemed a bit strange, was the most advanced equipment among all people. This armor was an ancient armor that the ancient saint personally gave to Vision after he obtained his fragments, which could better exert the power of the sword in his hand.

The executive officer stood in the middle of the crowd, as dazzling as a ball of fire, and the fire stared closely at the weeds on the ground, eager to burn them to ashes.

A month ago, this agricultural world on the edge of the empire sent them a distress signal. Two weeks ago, they received a warning that an Ork fleet was coming, and then immediately requested support. Since these worlds close to the human empire are actually almost the same as when the imperial government ruled them before, except for the necessary fortresses.

Of course, it does not mean that the political system above is still the same as in the past. Most of those stubborn nobles and merchants had been eradicated hundreds of years ago, but these planets still maintain a considerable degree of autonomy. For this situation, the Kalais also acquiesced, because the empire does not have such a large force, and it is also a good choice to continuously station in these border areas and let them govern themselves.

These worlds will pay taxes to the Kalai Empire regularly, and when they really have something to do, the Kalai Empire must come to help. However, it is usually not the elite Shengtang warriors who come to deal with things, but the Odessa auxiliary army.

Most of the situations are nothing more than pirate attacks and tentative attacks by some imperial troops. And this time, Farsight led the team to resist a very ordinary attack, the invasion of the Ork orcs.

When the Flame Fleet arrived here, the Orks had invaded for a week. During this week, the Orks tried every means to attack, but because the local defense was relatively good, not many positions were lost, and no city was captured.

The only headache was that the First Food Processing Plant, which was the largest food processing plant on the entire planet, was completely out of business, causing prices in some surrounding galaxies to rise, and it must be solved as soon as possible.

Vision had been fighting here for nearly two weeks, and the Orks on it had completely turned into mushrooms, or the kind that were roasted into carbon. But now those damn guys still control the First Processing Plant and turned it into a super large fortress.

Well, at least in the eyes of the Orks, if the combination of garbage and ruins is high enough and there are a bunch of broken guns and cannons on it, then it is a fortress.

And Vision's idea is also very simple. When the encirclement troops attacked, he directly led his guards to conduct an orbital air strike and directly beheaded the damn Ork warlord.

The Orcs had left a backdoor. For example, if their leader was killed, those guys would basically collapse, so this was the best way for them to kill and defeat this large group of Orcs.

"Dear executive, there are still two minutes to reach the designated location. Please go to the landing room."

After hearing this, Farsight nodded and picked up the helmet on the command room desk and put it back on his head. For a small-scale battle like this, only a teleportation device is needed.

And this teleportation device is much more convenient than the Empire's subspace teleportation, and it is also safer. At least there will be no situation where the user is stuck in the body.

Accompanied by the blue light, everyone was teleported. After a short time, Farsight immediately found himself in a ruin, and in front of him, there was something that looked very funny.

It was a very stupid Orc. There was a fire in front of him, and his machete was placed next to it. He used a well-cut wooden stick to string a little jumping thing on the fire. When he just opened his stinky mouth to eat the wild barbecue, Farsight teleported in front of him.

The beast opened its mouth woodenly, looking at the people in front of it with a surprised expression. After a long while, when its saliva was about to flow, it was ready to roar. But it was too late. Farsight had already chopped his head in half with the sword wrapped in fire.

All the green-skinned Orks reacted quickly after seeing a group of blue shrimps suddenly appear, and immediately aimed their big guns at those freaks that suddenly appeared.

But the execution team was faster. Without saying any nonsense, they raised their electromagnetic rifles and started shooting, venting their anger at those shameful guys. One by one, the bullets wrapped in plasma quickly shattered all the enemies in front of them, and immediately moved inside.

They teleported directly to the fortress, and not many Orks reacted to the enemy's attack in such a place. The team quickly entered the interior, and the enemies blocking them began to behave.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch"

But with the headache-inducing creaking sound, the killing iron cans moved towards here with funny steps. Those damn things are the masterpieces of fart spirits. When a fart spirit is lucky enough to be selected, his life will be fixed in that iron can. Although this is a torture for many boys, it is an opportunity for those oppressed fart spirits.

As long as they successfully sit on the killing iron can, the first thing those fart spirits do is to kill the boys or fart spirits who have bullied them, or be killed by the former two.

The two slender forelimbs of those killing iron cans are usually saws and pistols. Those weapons fired forward randomly without hitting anyone, but it made people feel a bit magnificent.

The executive officer didn't even look at these guys. He waved his hand, and the troops in combat uniforms behind him easily turned the iron cans into iron sheets.

The killing cans exploded like cannons. Facing the shooting of plasma cannons, the fragile crops in the cans were completely useless. The voice-over driver inside could only scream and want to leave here, but he would only be smashed to pieces.

The red armor of Farsight stepped over the wreckage of the fart cans and moved deeper. These little things were not even appetizers. His prey was still ahead.