Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Thunderhawk enters the cabin, all teams are in place."

"Prepare to disinfect."

Vito stood in the cabin. Thunderhawks roared past outside the open deck above his head. Behind them, the remains of green-skinned battleships were floating in the universe. The shattered remains of the battle moon and the exploding planet lit up most of it. night sky.

Only two Thunderhawks landed. They landed in the cabin, and the surrounding servitors immediately surrounded them.

The antiseptic water was sprayed on the Thunder Eagle, destroying all the orc spores that might have been brought back. As the water curtain dropped, the hatch lowered, Lancelot came out, Ragnar and Jarek. Get off the other shelf.

"Good job, but it took twenty-five minutes, five minutes longer than I expected." Vito said with his hands behind his back, and Ragnar came over with a smile, his hands on his hips.

"We will try our best next time, but in these five extra minutes, look who we found." After Ragnar stepped aside, Yarick walked up. He was dirty and wearing only a pair of clothes. Wearing tattered clothes, he stretched out his one arm to shake hands with Vito.

"Commissar Yarek, it seems like your vacation was not very pleasant, right?" Vito smiled jokingly.

"Not so good. We were attacked and defeated." Yarick said dissatisfiedly, his words full of complaints, dissatisfaction and the urge to avenge his shame.

And Vito saw in his eyes a desire, or a more accurate word of fanaticism, for a new battle, a fiercer battle.

Vito glanced at the other people staggering down from the Thunderhawk behind Yarick.

"Servant, take them to the medical bay."

Vito ordered, and the servitor on standby immediately nodded and walked up. After helping one person, he and other servitors took them out of the cabin and went to the medical cabin in the cabin.

"My people will look after them."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Now let's talk about your situation. Take your time. You are still injured."

Yarek nodded and sat on the box on the side. He had many injuries on his body, and his old age was a bit too much for him. But Yarek did not show his weakness, and his face only had determination.

"A few months ago, we received an order from the sector command, saying that there was evidence that there were green skin activities near the meteor shower galaxy. We suspected that they were the remnants of the green skins that we defeated on the Beast Planet two years ago."

"We fought the war, and of course we have to clean up the mess. So after receiving the order, I led the Iron Legion to the Meteor Shower Galaxy."

"What happened then?" Vito asked, but he didn't rush Yarick too much and gave him time to breathe. Although Yarick is a true legend, after all, he is a mortal and is hundreds of years old. It's not as good as it used to be.

Jarek took a breath, cleared his throat, and continued.

"We were ambushed, and the security signal from a nearby outpost radar station was suddenly interrupted. At first we thought it was electromagnetic interference caused by the meteor shower, but later we found out after the meteor shower left that it had been destroyed, but it was too late."

Yarick punched the box and muttered angrily, "The orcs suddenly appeared, bringing with them a battle moon. The navy was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and my troops had no time to react. They were beaten by the greenskins. We were defeated and many people died in the battle, while others were captured, including me."

Jarek said with only shame on his face, "I failed the emperor's trust in me. I should have died on the battlefield! Instead of being captured by the greenskins and building that evil and blasphemous creation for them to destroy again and again. An army and a fleet.”

"The orcs first attacked the radar station, and then launched a surprise attack under the guise of electromagnetic interference from the meteor shower?" Lancelot said puzzledly, "This doesn't sound like something a green man can do. You also know that their brains ”

"They are all a bunch of idiots without brains. Those with brains can barely be called idiots." Ragnar interjected. Vito looked at him and nodded, holding his chin in thought.

This really doesn't look like the greenskin's tactical style.

Generally speaking, the green skin tactics can be summarized as follows: There are many of us, so all we need to do is charge forward. The green skins always rely on their huge numbers to continuously consume the empire's defense power, and will eventually be able to deal with overwhelming tactics, so generally Generally speaking, the greenskins rarely have any tactics at all.

Of course, it is not absolute. Vito knows that the Blood Ax clan will consider this issue. They are considered an alternative among the greenskins, so they are even considered by the greenskins to be more human. The greenskins will hold a meeting before fighting and then think about what to do. Strategic and tactical issues? That's what only Xiami does! And they are dressed like Xiami! Will even cooperate with Xiami!

I thought, they are not our greenskins, they are not waggggggge at all! Wait, what am I talking about?

But at least now Vito knew where the distress signal he received in the prophecy came from. The green skin's actions were quick and even admirable.

"But they did it and defeated me." Yarick said, holding his stomach where there were several wounds from the whip and cursing.

"The Bonecrusher is here too."

"He's here too? Have you seen him?" Vito asked, and Jarek nodded.

"It was he who brought the battle moon, not this one, but another one. After the battle, I was brought before him to accept his ridicule and humiliation."

"Hurt? What kind?" Ragnar asked. Even though Lancelot glared at him and warned him that this was a rather inappropriate question, Ragnar still spoke out.

Leman Russ's sons are all straight-tempered and say whatever they think of. But what's really strange is that they don't have a good relationship with the Imperial Fists, who are also straight-tempered.

"He didn't kill me." Yarick frowned, his words filled with anger, and he clenched his fists. Veins popped up on the old man's forehead.

"I did not die, but was taken as a prisoner, a slave to build a second battle moon for the orcs."

"He should have killed me, but now, the Emperor has given me a second chance, for his sake and for my own sake!"

"I believe you will, Commissar Yarek." Vito responded, stepping forward and patting him on the shoulder. This gave Yarek great encouragement, and he nodded gratefully to Vito.

"Fortunately, the second battle moon has been destroyed. The orcs can't count on it. This saves us a lot of trouble. Now we only need to find that one, and we can also find the Bonecrusher."

"And did him."

"Then how do we find it? This is a problem. The universe is so big, it is easy to hide a moon." Lancelot said, "And the orcs can attack at any time. We are in the light and they are in the dark. ”

"Then let's ask them to come out."

Vito said, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes. He looked at the blood all over Ragnar's body. It was definitely not his, but the green-skinned one. Lancelot next to him was much cleaner.

His fighting style is the legacy of the Space Wolves.

"Let's talk about it later. Commissar Yarick needs treatment and rest, and you should go wash off the blood on your body. I don't want the blood to fall somewhere and cause one after another to suddenly grow on my ship. Greenskin.”

"What's wrong with this? We'll have fun next time in the subspace, won't we?" Ragnar grinned.

"I prefer another kind of fun." Vito responded with a smile. "Go and wash it off, but leave a tube of green-skinned blood to eliminate the activity of the spores and bring it to me."

"What are you going to do?" Lancelot asked in confusion, but Vito just responded with a faint smile and helped Commissar Yarick up.

"You will know. Now I will send Commissar Yarek to the medical bay."

"By the way, let's have dinner together later. After being a prisoner for so long, you must have never eaten real food."

"My lord, I am not qualified to accept the invitation. My failure has disappointed the Emperor." Jarek asked.

"It's him, not me. I insist on inviting you. I'll have a chance to wash away my shame while I'm alive. After I eat something good."

Vito said, with the prophecy picture appearing in his mind, he took Jarek away, leaving Lancelot and Ragnar looking at each other and shrugging.

"Let's go have a drink. We in Fenris have a saying, if you don't drink in a fight, the fight will be in vain."

Did you see that? This is the real wagggggggge!