Chapter 129: Space Mincing War/Psychic Think Tank/Orcs Join the War

Chapter 129 Space Mincer War Lingke Think Tank Orcs Join the War

The breath of war can spread in the void. Although human perception, sound, light, and most of the senses are blocked by the vast void, the suffocating feeling brought by the reports of teammates' death and various enemies approaching on the screen is more than the front battlefield.

And in the small bridge, the command point, the Coronni is in, and Marcato is receiving the most intensive intelligence reports on that battlefield.

"The destroyer launches torpedoes, blockade area A, sir, their warships are under attack!"

"The traitors are breaking through area B, the torpedoes are gone, their void shields are not overloaded, and the third squadron is losing warship structures."

"The number gap is too big!"

Marcato, a veteran who has served for decades, a man who will not be timid in the face of countless strange interests, looked at the star map with countless miserable and terrible light points glowing with red death light, but felt a trace of fear, the feeling of being suffocated by covering his head is suffocating.

Although his fleet was not badly damaged, it was only a matter of time before it went down. Every loyal Imperial warship was under attack from two or more heretics.

As the commander of the command center area, General Marcato had received more despair than anyone else, and he knew the battle situation better than anyone else. If the losses continued, the star region would definitely lack manpower.

The asteroids of the Mechanicus were sufficient, and their mobility was better than that of the warships, so they could rely on the Imperial Guard's defense to delay those damned enemies.

Those heretics were not stupid, they just wanted to die. They deliberately bypassed the metal gate formed by three asteroids, and shaved off the Imperial Guard's warships bit by bit like a knife cutting fish meat.

From a tactical point of view, they had to ensure that the volcanic artillery of the three planets was normal. Such a sense of oppression was two-sided. For those heretics, the raging flames fired by the Mechanicus were also a deadly and terrible thing.

After the destroyer reported being hit again, the volcano cannon fired. The large-scale battleship battle in the void completely passed through the human line of sight, but the three bright red heat rays were still clearly visible, like the light of a comet across the sky, but it did not bring warmth, but death.

The delay of the Imperial Guard successfully allowed the Mechanicus to exchange a cruiser of the traitor at almost no cost. Although the cruel meat-crushing war in the void continued, the victory of the Empire was not far away if the rhythm was maintained.

Although countless loyal men and women of the Empire would be sacrificed, Lieutenant General No still did not dare to drive those orcs. If they turned against each other or wanted to take advantage of the situation in the fierce war, the Star Army would be attacked from all sides. For Lieutenant General Marcator, the orcs not making trouble would be the biggest help.

Distrust, such emotions will definitely spread among the top leaders of the Empire. Those disgusting orcs are not trustworthy. In comparison, they are more looking forward to the power of the Mechanicus to destroy the enemy.

In the evil heretic flagship, there are constant reports of chaos, all of which are reports of destruction.

"Destroyer No. 5 of the Second Squadron, signal lost."

"Cruiser No. 3, No. 4...disappeared..."

"Battleship No. 1, signal lost!"

The battle situation was not good. After those cursed evil heretic warships were melted by the strong power of the volcanic cannon, the advantage of the Imperial Guard in firepower began to gradually emerge. Vengar, like Mingcheng, was strangled by the throat, from the perpetrator to the victim. The change was just a few hours of meat-crushing war.

"How was their destruction?"

The mortal servant answered. "Three destroyers, sir, the Empire has been avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial. Their battle plan is very clear, and the tactical level of the warships is also very high. In comparison, their troops are all forcibly recruited from various worlds..."

He was blunt again, but what he said still made sense, that is why Vengar chose to use him, and Vengar had obviously tasted the taste of betrayal by mortals, but still used a large number of ordinary people.

That is why the black-hearted king Huron reused Vengar. Compared with the genius who was defeated and escaped after being hit, the battle-hardened Red Angel could not only face it, but also challenge it. It was a rare and very valuable talent. One day he would achieve the honor of winning every battle. Huron was wrong about Vengar's evaluation.

As the commander of the entire fleet, Vengar was also very clear about the weaknesses of his troops. Those mortals were not like this. They were weak, poorly disciplined, and had low combat effectiveness, but they also had excellent combat effectiveness. When they could not achieve strategic goals by relying solely on numbers, the real sharp blade would naturally come out of the scabbard.

"Fighting brothers, it's time for revenge."

With an order, the battle barges were sent out, and the Space Marines left their positions. As the real elite of the human empire, the battle barges had a very terrible combat effectiveness. They carried most of the elite technology of the human empire, and were much better than the normal cruisers of the Imperial Guard in reconnaissance, defense, and other aspects.

But that is not truly fatal. The most terrifying thing about a battle barge is always the passengers inside. Those Space Marines walk into the transport ship, and the vehicles that can cross the void are equipped with melta cannons that can penetrate the hull, allowing the demigods to enter the outside for slaughter.

Those evil bright red battleships roared closer. Compared to the Imperial battleships, they had more spikes and dead bodies. Because following Huron into the subspace, the machine soul and its appearance had undergone many distortions and mutations. Those terrible things relied on The powerful void shield approached the Imperial Loyalist troops, and the light spears and cannons seemed useless. The evil machines of the gods slowly approached, and the transport planes of death sprayed out...

Lieutenant General Marcato's command point came out. "The first strategic ship was invaded and joined in a gang fight. The enemy is...Astartes!"

Lieutenant General Makato shouted. "Oh God Emperor!"

"Didn't the close-in defense artillery hit their transport plane coming from the east?!"

The communications officer replied. "Reports of sightings of small void shields being deployed on transports."

Makato cursed. "What's the matter? Although void shields come in various specifications, transport aircraft are not often used. If that body has a shield... then"

Sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he realized that it was good. "The clever one!"

Makato's scruples were right. In the huge corridors and tunnels of Ruming's Imperial Loyal Battleship, the faint spiritual light exuded a deadly blue. The mortal troops fell like straw, with twisted masks on their faces, like Saint Gemini. He is dressed like Reno, but with bright red paint and a mutated head that represents death.

There is a long rack of trophies behind his back. Among them are the heads of orcs, Eldar, and even other Astartes. The leg fingers of the Psychic touch the ground and the flesh and blood exploded by his Psychic, smearing the blood In the presence of his mask, he enjoys the cry of his prey.

Think Tank, an evil think tank. The gods taught him incomparable power and allowed him to destroy his own people. Those bloody massacres became his great achievements, and he never tired of it.

"Then it's not the human troops that Vengar is worried about?" His tone was a little disdainful. Although he joined as a follow-up force and was originally from the Blood Angels think tank, he originally looked down on Vengar's bastard who was not the founding group to command him. What's more, he is not a powerful psychic.

But he didn't know whether the Spirit Master was unstable and crazy in Huron's eyes. He would probably never reach such a high position and would at most be active as the head of the legion's think tank.

At least it was clear that he was using killing and blood to try to win Huron's favor, and the damage caused by the damn heretic think tank was comparable to that of the cruiser.

With a large number of mortal troops, he was like a piranha devouring the enemy from the outside, wiping out all the combat effectiveness of the huge battleship. Even though the battleship had tens of thousands of soldiers, it could not effectively kill the think tank. Such a cruel thing Loyalist battleships in the Empire continued to attack, and after the firepower of the battleships was lost, other troops also jumped to the side one after another.

Shooting outside the field of vision turned into a bloody flesh-and-blood battle. The demigods of the Astartes massacred mortals. The battleships' fallen areas became larger and larger, losing effective firepower. Even imperial battleships shot at their own people. It gradually happened. .

Makato looked at the star map in darkness, with the bright red mark getting closer and closer. The irritable communication sound was even more continuous, and the loading of the Mechanicus was also much slower due to overheating.

"How many battleships are there?" Marcato asked

the adjutant replied. "3 is in the battle for gang jumping. According to the battle report, most of their areas are gradually falling."

"They are very good. They have 6 intact battleships. All destroyers were destroyed, 4 cruisers, and 2 battleships. Not counting their flagship and the Bordeaux. The Bordeaux was independent of them due to sector issues. Outside the army."

"More than half of the loss, will the Emperor forgive him?" Makato murmured to himself, and then said. "How is the situation on the Bordeaux?"

the adjutant replied. "It has lost 30% of its armor. It is very mobile. It is making a roundabout defense against the Iron Gate of the Mechanicum."

Makato took a deep breath. "What are the enemy losses?"

the adjutant replied. "Twelve out of 31 enemy ships have been lost. The enemy has a strong force of destroyers and cruisers, but all the battleships except the flagship have been completely destroyed."

Makato looked at the communicator, he was deep in thought, please use the orcs. If the orcs join the war now, their power can be used to protect the Steel Gate to ensure the victory of the defensive battle, no doubt victory.

But if the sacrifices of countless men and women in the empire were influenced by aliens, it would be a shame for his life, and it would also be a humiliation for the victims.

Struggle, as a senior Imperial Guard officer, he needs reinforcements, but as an Imperial Guard soldier, he wants victory for mankind.

As his thoughts wandered, the battle situation became more and more intense, and every minute and every second was delayed by the blood of the imperial soldiers.

But his original decision was not to let the orcs participate in the war. If he continued to insist, he would run out of ammunition and food... Although those aliens were definitely not trustworthy, they would not allow the continuation of humankind.

He turned on the communicator, and the one-eyed man lying in ambush in the asteroid belt relied on the auspicious device to take in the battle situation for a long time. He marveled at the anxiety of human war and the destructive power of those space warriors, and also wondered why they did not attack. When the communication The instrument roared, and a smile appeared on the corner of One Eye's mouth.

"Boys, let's get to work. Shine your leather shoes and take them to the Tutu. Let's charge!" He yelled, and an Empire-style warship full of green skins appeared from the planet belt. Those warships were deliberately modified. During the Great Expedition, it looked like the old empire that unified the Zhihe River had reappeared.

Wiengar quickly received the report and reviewed the information. "The time jump caused by the chaos of subspace?!" He is very knowledgeable and naturally knows that subspace will cause time travel. Do many terrible things in the void suddenly appear after the violent subspace storm, but he also feels that It's good to know that the subspace storm there has stabilized.

"It's over, give priority to those warships!"

The war situation changed instantly, and the Imperial Guard was kept in the dark except for the top brass. The Imperial Navy watched in disbelief as the seemingly ancient and powerful reinforcements sprayed light spears and cannons to defeat the enemy, but they also discovered that the Space Marine barges had switched. Target.

Ork warships are not much superior to those used by the Astra Militarum, and even if they are disguised as Imperial warships, many Ork designs cannot be used. In such a situation, close-in defense cannons are completely unable to break through the shield of the Psychic.

Soon those things smashed into the outside of the boys. When the Space Marines arrived on the ship in order, what awaited them was not the expected shooting of the Imperial Guard, but huge chops, which they had been prepared for a long time. The orc ensigns (boss).

"Fuck him, boy, shoot his mother!"

"Waaaagh!"

The Space Marines were stunned for a moment. They were ready for a shooting battle. They didn't expect what was going on there. Those tattered weapons roared, guns and slashes were swung, and the Space Marines took out their chainswords to fight back. The bodies were covered in blood and flesh. Flying around, even if the Space Marines can feel the resistance of the boss of the Orcs, not to mention there are so many guys shooting.

"Brother War, different from what was expected, Think Tank, use Lingke!"

The commander of the team shouted that it was good, and his weapons continued to resist the attacks of the orcs, and the think tank also waved his staff, which could roll.

But he was quickly suppressed. The light green energy emitted by an orc lingke boy in the distance who was dressed like an Astral Militia lingke countered his spell. Although his superhuman intelligence and physique could still use lingke, But the power and casting time also need to be greatly increased.

The battle brothers had to shout. "Think tank!"

Sweat dripped from Think Tank's forehead. He had not expected Ruming's situation at all. The Space Marines were not weak, but they largely planned their tactics based on the expected enemy situation. The Space Marines' positions and weapons were not the same. The orcs suffered a big loss because they paid the wrong things for their use.

Amid the continuous orc attacks, Weengar waited at the command point for a report of victory, but he was answered by the screams of his battle brothers and the roar of the orcs.

Veengar reacted quickly, shouting immediately. "Everyone joins the gang and doesn't want to get close to the new enemies! Those are neither humans nor orcs!"

But it was too late. The Space Marines had already set off and jumped into the green meat grinder without hesitation. Each of them needed to kill hundreds of Orks at very close range until they were exhausted and were overwhelmed by the small green tanks. …

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