Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

A mushroom cloud exploded in the middle of the greenskin tide.

The tactical nuclear egg, equivalent to nearly a thousand tons of standard explosives, exploded.

When the smoke cleared, a huge crater tens of meters deep appeared on the spot.

The remains of greenskins were everywhere, but the attacking warriors of various races did not relax.

They were told in detail about the difficulty of these greenskins when they attacked the planet.

If these broken greenskin corpses are left alone, a new group of greenskins will be born from them in a few days.

The tenacity of these greenskins is simply outrageous.

But the Dark Defense Company has more than just Orc Warriors.

Hundreds of undead wizards waved their staffs and turned these tenacious greenskins into their most loyal undead warriors.

"Full of vitality, I like these green guys, they are like leeks that can never be cut!"

A necromancer in a black robe laughed heartily, although his laughter sounded like the sound of a dull knife rubbing against metal.

But you can tell that he is really happy.

The necromancer pointed at the greenskins who were charging with strange axes and spears:

"Perhaps we can leave a few planets for these greenskins to gather, and then we can harvest them continuously!"

A werewolf with gray hair and wearing a black leather jacket shook his head and said:

"To raise them, we have to wait until the war is over, and we also need the Heavenly Court to evaluate it!"

Green flames flickered in the eyes of the necromancer: "I have checked the memories of these greenskins. Their minds are in chaos. All they do is eat and kill. They cannot be considered an intelligent race at all!"

The gray-haired werewolf thought for a moment and nodded:
"If that's the case, then it should be fine.
But after the war,

Now our priority is to take over this planet.

The commander-in-chief gave us one day to capture this planet. Now there are two hours left. We are done here and we should hurry to the next planet!"

The same thing happened on almost hundreds of planets, and the vanguard forces from the Dark Council launched attacks almost at the same time.

The human empire, the greenskins, the imperial rebels, the evil aliens.

The self-confident Dark Council was so arrogant that it started fighting against several forces on multiple fronts simultaneously.

As it turns out, neither the troops of the Human Empire nor those evil aliens can stop the invasion of these dark creatures like a tide.

The orc army, the undead army, the gargoyle army, the golem construct army, countless space fighters, and the most advanced and fierce heavy firepower.

Taking the Orc Legion alone, ordinary orcs have physical fitness comparable to that of transformed interstellar warriors.

Possessing extraordinary powers and having awakened their bloodlines, the elite orcs have power comparable to that of the Emperor's Royal Guards.

Not to mention the more powerful orc chieftains, demigods, and members of the Dark Council who can wrestle with gods and demons.

Regardless of race, whether they were greenskins, Imperial rebels, or the Emperor's Astra Militarum, all armies were immediately beaten to pieces once they came into contact with this wave of darkness.

On the front battlefield, groups of orc warriors of various races can annihilate the Imperial Planetary Defense Force and the Astra Militarum, which are a hundred times larger than their own.

This dark tide is advancing at an extremely fast speed.

Planets fell one after another, and the longest time these planets' defense forces held out was three days.

.........

Human Empire, Planet Cthulini

This planet is famous in the Empire because of the rampant gangs and industrial pollution on this planet.

When talking about gangs, we often associate them with pornography, gambling, drugs, violence and bloodshed. Even an empire that has entered the interstellar age is no exception.

And these emotional fluctuations caused by violence and lust are often the best signs for the evil gods in the subspace.

Since the development of the planet Cthulini, gangs, churches, believers of the four evil gods such as Slaanesh have continued to emerge in an endless stream, and successive planetary governors have had no way to govern them.

In other words, in the war-torn human empire, the tasks of these governors are more about recruiting soldiers and collecting taxes.

Boom boom boom —

On this day, the planet, which had been shrouded in industrial waste gas for thousands of years, finally saw light.

Ten Tsar-class hydrogen bombs transformed into blazing golden crows, and in an instant, ten dazzling suns appeared in the sky of this planet.

As the human empire enters interstellar civilization, with the emergence of numerous star-destroying weapons, nuclear weapons such as hydrogen bombs and atomic bombs seem to have fallen behind the times.

However, in ground landing operations against planets, non-contaminated hydrogen bombs are undoubtedly an extremely powerful strike weapon.

In particular, the equivalent of nuclear weapons will increase with their power. Theoretically, as long as there are enough materials, it is even possible to create a nuclear bomb that can destroy the universe.

With the roar of artillery fire, the Emperor-class Titan fell to the ground completely as the sun set.

The Mechanicus monks surrounded the Titan, constantly chanting the name of Ohm Messiah, trying to awaken the machine soul of this giant beast.

But what greeted them was a surging tide of orcs that crossed over the huge body of Titan.

Pig-headed people, the most fertile race among the orcs,
At most, they can give birth to 20 to 30 puppies in one litter, and the gestation period is only one month.

That is to say, a female pig-headed person can give birth to more than 300 piglets in a year.
It only takes seven or eight years for these pig-headed people to grow from infancy to maturity.

It is conceivable how large the population of these pig-headed people will be after they reproduce without any scruples with the support of the world of reincarnation.

Their number is even greater than those of the greenskins. These pig-headed men, wearing exoskeleton combat armor similar to the Iron Armor, have the lowest intelligence among all the orcs.

However, the strength of an adult pig-headed man is three to four times that of an adult human male.
The Pig-Headed Elite Warriors possess extraordinary powers, and their strength is comparable to that of the Thing from the Fantastic Four.

Unlike his peers who were only wearing simple combat armor and holding simple assault blasters,
These pig-headed warriors are wearing kinetic armor from the world of StarCraft, and holding the same type of Pipe King as the Minotaur.

Whenever they encounter a tough challenge, these pig-headed warriors will lead the charge.
Of course, before pulling the trigger of the Pulse King,

They often start with a portable individual nuclear missile purchased from the StarCraft world, whose kiloton equivalent is enough to tear apart any fortifications.

A huge number of pig-headed beasts swarmed in, and the defense lines set up by the planetary defense forces and the interstellar army were broken through layer by layer.

Because the sun was obscured by gunpowder smoke for a long time, the battlefield seemed extremely cold.

A human soldier poked half of his head out of the trench, carefully looked into the distance with a detector, took a breath of the air filled with gunpowder, and felt a stinging pain in his throat as the air was scratched by the cold.

"I heard that the neighboring regiment has all fled! I think we should leave here too!" An old soldier holding a high-energy laser rifle came up to the lieutenant and whispered:
"I heard that these orcs are different from the greenskins. They don't seem to attack civilians, and they will distribute food and provide them with shelter!
This is not much better than those capitalists!"

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant put away the telescope and gave the old soldier a cold look: "You want to defect!"

Seeing the lieutenant's hand reaching for the weapon at hand, the veteran quickly forced a smile: "You know me, I have always been loyal to the Emperor. I mean, if the battle situation is unfavorable, it seems that we can take off our equipment and disguise ourselves as civilians!"

"Shut up from now on. If these words get to the ears of the fanatics and the Astra Militarum, I won't be able to protect you!"

The lieutenant glanced at the distant horizon. The sky was full of yellow sand, rapidly approaching the position. Twenty kilometers ahead, the Star Army, which was relying on a factory area to resist, had already disappeared in the beast tide.

Seeing this, the old soldier's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was dripping out. He first gritted his teeth and glanced at the abandoned building behind him, then turned to face the bewildered soldiers in the trenches and cursed:

"What are you all standing there for? Get on the battlefield! Do you still want to live a hundred years?!"

The old soldier took the lead, and then shouts and curses echoed throughout the trenches. Amid the old soldier's insults, the soldiers picked up their guns, leaned against the parapet, and pointed their guns forward.

The cold wind was still howling, the roar of artillery fire was getting closer and closer, and the sounds of people running even reached the battlefield through the cold wind.

The lieutenant looked at everything in front of him, his palms full of sweat as he held the telescope tightly. He took a deep breath, took out his chainsword and prepared to command the battle.

"boom!"

But before this planetary defense force could engage the enemy, a beam of light dropped from the sky and slammed into their position.

The lieutenant fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief on his face. The only remaining human soldier looked up and could vaguely see the silhouette of a huge ship on the smoke-filled battlefield.

Those were the enemy's armed warships. Several Emperor Titans were hit by the enemy's naval gunfire and lost their combat effectiveness.

The faces of the surviving soldiers were filled with despair and despair after being hit by the cannon that fell from the sky.

"Run!"

The soldiers were finally completely controlled by fear. They desperately left their positions and fled to the rear.

The officers in the crowd kept pulling the triggers, and the dark red lasers knocked the soldiers to the ground one after another, and then they were completely submerged in the wave of deserters.

The old soldier's face twitched as he watched the scene before him, and then he collapsed exhausted in the trench, staring blankly at the dark sky.

There were fewer and fewer people in the trench, while the footsteps of the enemy in the distance became clearer and clearer. Death seemed to be just a matter of time for him.

Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes, threw down his weapon, and quietly waited for death to come.

The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and just when they were about to reach overhead, the old soldier suddenly opened his eyes, took off his combat uniform, and squatted down with his hands on his head.

Serve the Emperor? He is not an Imperial Guardsman, nor an Astra Militarum. He is just an ordinary soldier in the Planetary Defense Force. He does not have so many lofty ideals. He has two children to raise.
He knew the true faces of the capitalists and bureaucrats on this planet. Even if the war was won, if he died in battle, his wife and children would not be able to receive any pension.

If he fights against those greenskins and aliens, he can risk his life. After all, his family is behind him and he has no way to retreat.

But the rumor made him back off, and he decided to take a gamble.

Bet the rumors are true!
Boom boom boom —

Like a tide, rows of giants wearing gray individual armor jumped over the trench. The average height of the pig-headed men reached two meters and five, and with the exoskeleton armor they wore, each of them reached nearly three meters and three meters tall.

These exoskeleton armors obviously have special kinetic energy systems. Although the exoskeleton armors look heavy, these pig-headed men are extremely flexible when jumping and running. These big guys jumped over the four-meter-wide trench!

The veteran watched helplessly as the soldiers fleeing with weapons in the distance died in the pursuit of these pig-headed men. Humans, relying only on two legs, were obviously no match for these orcs wearing exoskeleton armor.

The old soldier loosened his hands that were holding his head, prepared to change to a more comfortable position, and quietly waited for death to come.

Boom boom boom —

Rows of pig-headed people jumped over the trench like a tide, and the shaking soil in the trench fell down.

After waiting for a long time, the veteran opened his eyes in shock. Not only was he not dead, but there were several cans that looked like they were vacuum-packed thrown in front of him.

He looked around and saw several veterans like him looking at each other in confusion in the trench.

"It seems that the rumors are true! These orcs treat prisoners and civilians well!" muttered an old soldier, his face filled with disbelief.

An old soldier picked up the can in front of him that was still covered in dirt and opened it according to the instructions on the picture and text on it.

There was a lot of meat and broth inside.
"It's actually meat, not some simple energy bar!"

The old soldier couldn't help smelling the fragrance, so he reached out and took a piece of meat from the can and started eating it.

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In the name of the Emperor, he swears on his life that this meat is absolutely fresh, even fresher than the top-quality fresh meat he had eaten two years ago that had been refrigerated for only a hundred years.

Above the planet's orbit, on the bridge of a kilometer-long Dark Council battleship, an old man in a white robe with golden lace patterns on his sleeves stood with a burly man with a pig's head.

The sturdy man was wearing a Chinese-style golden armor. The dense cloud patterns and wandering spiritual light on the armor showed the excellence of this armor.

They all have a pig head. If other pig-headed men give people the impression of being fat and bloated, then this sturdy man gives people the first impression of being fierce.

"Chief Piggo, you see what I said is right! War is not just about fighting and killing! The most important thing is to conquer the heart!"

In front of the two men were light screens, which clearly projected the battlefield attack situations in various places on the surface of the planet. The light screen that the white-robed priest was pointing at showed a picture of several veterans feasting on canned beef.

As for why not pork? Well...

"I did some research before I came here. The territory of the human empire in this world covers most of the Milky Way, but more than 90% of the resources are used for war, which makes the lives of ordinary people in this world very difficult.
We only need some insignificant food to make them feel the kindness of His Majesty the Emperor! These 800,000 tons of canned food are more useful than 800,000 elite soldiers!"

Piggo, the leader of the Pig-Headed People and a member of the Dark Council, frowned and said, "Eight hundred thousand tons of canned food is only enough for the people on this planet to eat for a few days!?"

The white-robed priest laughed and said, "Don't worry, Chief Pigo. As long as you can destroy the guards of this planet, our church will provide you with food! You should know the power of our church!"

Pigo naturally believed in the power of the church. Not to mention the food supply of a planet, with the support of His Majesty and thousands of reincarnation worlds, he believed in the power of the church. Even if it was the food supply for the entire human empire, he believed in it.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen to cooperate with the church. In the statistics of military merits, spreading the welfare of His Majesty is also a great achievement.

Supply ships carrying church choirs and countless canned foods, fruits, and white bread landed in areas occupied by the pig-headed people.

These missionaries and choirs will bring the blessings of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to this world.

Some civilians living at the bottom of the planet held white bread filled with beef broth and beef chunks, feeling the deliciousness of that natural food. They were so excited that they even sang praises to the great Emperor of Heaven along with the choir.

"It seems that your plan is really good! Happy cooperation, Mr. Father!" Pigo looked at the picture displayed on the light screen, and a divine light flashed in his eyes.

"Chief, subspace fluctuations have been detected, and the enemy reinforcements have arrived!"

A pig-headed warrior quickly ran to the bridge and reported to Pigo.

Pigo waved his hand: "Then kill them!"

Unlike those planetary defense forces, the Astra Militarum troops stationed on various defense lines are undoubtedly more elite and more loyal.

A defensive position guarded by the Astra Militarum was also attacked by the pig-headed orcs. As the orcs got closer, their heavy footsteps shook the earth.

Faced with the terrifying enemy horde like a sea of ​​gray, these Astra Militarum soldiers simply clenched their chainswords and prepared for the upcoming battle!

"Boom!".
A macro cannon blasted into the gray tide from orbit, followed by a large number of thunder fighters roaring over the position, carpet bombing the beast tide on every inch of land.

Reinforcements are coming!
The devastating bombing cleared the Pig-Headed Men on the front line, just as a large number of Astra Militarum troops cheered and prepared to launch a counterattack against the Orcs in front of them with the support of tanks, armored vehicles, and the only remaining Basilisk self-propelled artillery.

The fire support from overhead suddenly disappeared.

Tartasis did not expect the enemy's firepower to be so fierce. Their fleet had just jumped out of the subspace and only had time to fire two shots before it was hit by concentrated fire.

Looking through the porthole, at the warships around them that were several times larger than their own, they were obviously surrounded by the enemy.

The enemy's firepower was unexpectedly strong. In just one round of fighting, they lost one-third of their warships.

Tartasis looked through the porthole at the strangely shaped warships and the numbly thick protective shields on their surfaces, and knew that their few outdated Dictator warships were no match for the enemy.

"Give me the order!"

At Tartasis's command, dozens of star soldiers raised their hands and saluted.

Tartasis looked at his soldiers with dignity and shouted in a deep and powerful voice:

"The battleship is running at full power, no need to save energy, and a passage to the surface of the planet is opened for colleagues! Glory to the Emperor!"

Tartasis's gaze was firm and powerful as he looked at those soldiers. The Astra Militarum soldiers, who were used to life and death, had also long since put life and death behind them.

They beat their chests and saluted in a solemn voice: "Glory to the Emperor!"

The Dictator battleship was running at full power, and many rusty parts inside the spacecraft even flew out because they could not withstand the energy overload.

Several engines spewed out flames accompanied by billowing black smoke—

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The Dictator's battleship opened fire at full power, like an old lion, exerting its last bit of strength to deliver a fatal blow.

In fact, without considering the warship load, energy loss, and aging of parts, the strength of the warships built during the Emperor's heyday should not be underestimated.

The two warships with pig head patterns painted on their surfaces that were facing the Dictator battleship were hit by the Dictator battleship's artillery fire. Their protective shields were directly penetrated by one shot, and a large hole was pierced through the alloy deck of one of the ships.

Another battleship was directly blown to pieces and turned into fireworks in space.

Pigo stood on the bridge, watching the scene from afar through the porthole, grinning, "It looks like they are going to fight to the death.

But, unfortunately, they have too few warships.

For this opportunity, I ordered two thousand battleships from the Galaxy Fleet World!"

In the face of absolute power, skills and courage will eventually become powerless. Tartasis is undoubtedly a hero, and the soldiers under his command are also qualified Imperial Star Soldiers.

They single-handedly destroyed seven enemy warships, but ultimately failed to open a way for their comrades to escape to the surface of the planet.

The enemy's number was too large, with thousands of warships, which was far beyond the reach of their few ships.

.........

In the low-Earth orbit in the sky, the huge warship showed its figure without any concealment, and various large-caliber naval guns that had been charged were aimed at the human defense positions below.

In the Astra Militarum's command center at the rear, a human commander stared at a giant screen composed of countless screens in front of him.

Each small screen covers a long battle line, showing the situation on the front line in real time.

However, these images did not convey any good news, and the commander's face had been frowned since the beginning of the war.

Countless star troops and planetary defense forces were fighting with these pig-headed people.

The physiques of these people from another world are comparable to those of the Greenskins, and unlike the Greenskins, their weapons are more advanced and powerful, and the Astra Militarum troops on various battlefields are defeated one after another.

Countless wounded were carried to the rear, and more soldiers rushed to the front line. Even if the results were minimal, the Astra Militarum were still firmly executing orders.

In the Astra Militarum command room, an officer with a scarlet prosthetic eye was looking at the collapsing battle line in front of him with great rage.

"Where are the people? The Seventh Regiment of the Planetary Defense Force, where are their people? Why is there no one at the position?"

The roar filled the command room, and an adjutant quickly replied after reading a report:

"The Seventh Regiment's position has just been attacked by the enemy and they have been routed!"

The officer with the scarlet prosthetic eye was stunned for a moment, and then an even more angry roar exploded in the command room:

"Adjutant, you go and enforce battlefield discipline on these disloyal guys!"

The officer who received the order immediately saluted, turned around and walked out of the command room, as if he did not think there was anything wrong with such an order.

The officer with the prosthetic eye looked at the front line where the markings had been removed and the completely empty position, his eyes extremely fierce.

"Has our support not arrived yet?"

No one answered, and no one in the command room had the answer to this question.

A moment later, an adjutant hurried over and said with a grim look on his face: "Sir! I just received a message from the headquarters that our reinforcements have arrived!"

There was a hint of surprise on his face. "Just now, we received the latest news that the reinforcements were ambushed outside the planet's orbit and all of them were killed! We have completely lost our air control firepower and orbital artillery support!"

boom! ! !
A huge explosion sounded not far from the Astra Militarum headquarters. Many warships in low-Earth orbit opened fire at full power, and the muzzles of the huge naval guns continuously flashed flames representing death.

As the massive bombing began, the surging ground force composed of countless Pig-headed warriors quickly flattened one human defense line after another.

Orbital artillery support from long-range battleships, air control from space fighters, the Pig-Headed Men's strong physique that is no less than that of the Greenskins, and a large number of heavy firepower weapons that are no less than, or even superior to, the Empire.

Human soldiers can only rely on the terrain to block the enemy layer by layer.

A day later, the planet Cthulini fell.

(End of this chapter)