Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 167 The Ominous Ark Restart Plan, the Orcs' Luck
The orcs wore thick space suits, and it was hard to imagine that they would paint such gorgeous things that focused on airtightness and concealment, at least in the eyes of orcs.

Those small green alien tanks are mining minerals on the asteroid at this moment, thud thump, ding ding, they cursed in rough language. "Dig, dig, the iron doesn't crack or chug, what the hell am I doing?"

"Don't complain, the boss needs them, the imperial navy left the ark, the boss said that the big guy will become ours."

"I know that the boss won't lie to the orcs, so I will try my best to dig!"

"By the way, our spaceship seemed to be hit by a gear kid some time ago, and I didn't expect it to be able to drive..."

"It must be that those gear boys are not accurate!"

They were chatting, and at the same time the noise was roaring under the orc's drill, and the few iron ores inside the asteroid were taken away. Of course, there are still many materials that can be used to synthesize fine gold and other items. To be precise, the orc can use whatever you imagine All the metals they get can make the most terrifying war machine in the universe, no matter when, no matter where, as long as they have the relevant knowledge and consciousness to understand this matter.

And the war leader who is extremely important to this group of orcs is reading his books in a dilapidated transport ship docked on the dark side of the asteroid. The ancient discourse that exists today, that sentence has been conveyed in mottled books and vellum for about four thousand years or more.

After all, the long history of human beings is not clear to human beings nowadays, especially during the time when human beings have not yet stepped into the universe, even the scholars of the empire can only estimate from the feudal world without technology that Terra was 4 years ago. Case.

But a reasonable fable no matter how many years have passed, as long as the creatures in this world still follow their own interests as the criterion, this sentence will still be valid.

The simpler and more direct, the more you can touch reality and eternity, just like those cells are not complicated, even primitive things can be almost eternal, without touching subspace, almost only the most primitive things can be done to eternal life.

That's why One-Eyed loved those old adages to the point of paranoia, and now he felt the validity of them again.

The war spread and burned in this place, and the contradictions born on the planet of the Mechanicus surprised One Eye, but he couldn't figure out why the barges of the Mechanician and the Imperial Navy were biting each other.

But since he left that forging world, he has not actually left this place. Instead, he has parked his ship on the asteroid, waiting for the opportunity to come.

He has always been like this, he likes to hide and wait for opportunities, otherwise he would not be where he is today, he is less and less like an orc, but he is getting closer and closer to victory.

"The Imperial Navy is at war with the Mechanicus. The Ark of Omen is almost empty of defense forces. Whether it is human traitors or imperial people, the shrimps have run out of ammunition and food. At this moment, I have to announce that we have got that big guy. "

One-eyed calmly said this to his boys, and those mining guys stopped their work because of this.

"We're moving?!" They looked at each other in disbelief, but the reality is that the Imperial Navy is now withdrawing troops because of the war with the Mechanicum. The star system is burning, but for the orcs, they are not only Lucky and happy.

There are wars everywhere, all flames and crashes, fighting and blood, they like to beat up violently, if you want to rank the world that the orcs like, then the first is fighting, and the second is good products for war.

When the news came to this little place, the orcs agitated, took up arms, called waagh or some other tone-like word, and moved forward with their weapons or something.

They may not know what the plundering of the Ark of Omen represents, nor where they will go. That is all the business of the war leader. If there is any shortcoming of a natural war machine like the orcs, it is too dependent on the leader up.

Leaders will shape their spirit, body, soul, and strengthen their unity, will to war, and even the body will be changed by the new way of life. There is nothing more suitable for war than orcs, and there is nothing more necessary than them strong leader.

The one-eyed task is very heavy, but he has already gotten used to it. He turned on the engine of the assault ship. The days of staying on this asteroid are over, and there is not much oxygen and food left. Leaving, he originally planned to end the waiting here early, but fate still favored him.

"It's so cool..." He felt the low roar of the engine, leaned against the adamantine wall, picked up the orc beer, the fermented liquid from those mushrooms, and gurgled to enjoy the various pleasures that the war gave him.

"Start the sub-light speed engine." One Eye ordered, enjoying the sense of dominance.

"Then open the aligner."

An orc technician said suddenly. "We got hit in that area by the cogboys' shells, and our orthotics are long gone."

"What? We don't have that stuff now?" One Eye choked up for a moment, something seemed wrong with this assault ship...

"Then, what's the status of the gyroscope and thrust reverser..." One Eye asked calmly, and the technician replied. "Oh, we have those things, but it was broken when we landed on that forge world last time."

One-eyed's movements became slow, and he rubbed his forehead. In fact, the sub-light speed is very fast, and the Ark of Omen is actually not far from here. In order to enter the interior of the ark anytime and anywhere, the asteroid point where the assault ship docks is very close. Close, so it also means one thing.

They knew that something was broken here, so they couldn't think about driving it, and now the main assault ship was advancing at full speed, approaching the terrifying spaceship the size of a planet like a suicide missile.

"Slow down, turn off the engine!" He shouted, the Omen Ark in front of him is no longer a powerful machine waiting for him to control, but a terrifying monster surrounding the electromagnetic cloud, its gravity is constantly pulling the orc's spaceship towards forward.

And Cyclops asked other orc warships to strictly follow his pace. Acceleration and deceleration are the same. As a result, the orc pilots in other transport planes would not slow down even if they felt something was wrong, and Cyclops could not directly say this. Thing, when the other orcs realize their ship is broken too, then it really is broken.

But the responsibility made him turn on all communicators. "All slow down, land normally, don't follow me, all slow down!" A reply came from the communicator. "Yes, boss, but what are you going to do?"

Cyclops couldn't answer normally, he could only speak. "I want to try the new landing method to see if it can be done more efficiently..."

He turned off the communicator, and watched as gravity continued to pull the hull forward, he said. "Boys, we're screwed. Get your parachutes, jetpacks, whatever."

Said his pilot. "Well, our ship can't be controlled by someone. If we let it fall towards the spaceship, we will be crushed to death due to the strong wind speed and pressure when we jump out. This is sub-light speed..."

One-eyed cursing. "Don't tell me you can still dance!" But he looked at those timid boys, he wasn't one-eyed after all, and a real one-eyed wouldn't care about a bunch of things...

"I will sail the boat, you jump."

said the other boys. "No, boss..."

One-eyed cursed. "This is the order of the war boss!" Those boys obediently picked up their backpacks or parachutes.

Then One-Eyed picked up the rudder on the control panel, slowed down, and pressed hard on the drive clutch of the decelerating repulsor.

He thought that since things were like this, he would also play some exciting games. He put on the jetpack and watched his kid slowly leave. Scary wounds approach.

Then he picked up Merovingian's memory black box and began to investigate the location inside the battleship. "Core, core..."

"Found it!" The crossing ship is now trapped in the cavity, and the gravity pulls the transport plane to keep approaching the asteroid-sized cavity. Those cross-sections melted by heat are like digging Mount Everest from Terra, which is even more exaggerated. The light of the stars cannot pass through this area completely, making it appear pitch black.

Countless completely dissolved metals blocked the cross-section, maintaining this area like a thrombus, and did not continue to collapse due to the change in quality, just like those pillars in the mine, but the one-eyed man couldn't tell whether it was Merovingian The machine soul's initiative to act like this was naturally formed by the volcanic cannon's attack.

"The shrimp stuff is horrible..."

He sighed, and put on the injector with holes in advance according to the proximity of the core of the Merovingian memory bank. Looking at the many problems above, except that the injector port is not blocked and the shoulder strap is still strong There are problems on the outside, and then I am talking about it in my heart. "Don't think about it, don't think about it..."

Then shout. "I think it can be used!"

Pressing the button, sizzling flames appeared behind the injector, and the sealed window opened. He watched the transport plane constantly moving at high speed, and put the black box in his pocket.

"What the hell..." He stared at this huge black abyss like a continental plate, where distorted warp space monsters were born because of the psychic power left over from the bursting of the Merovingian psionic engine. Things lingered around this wound, licking the remnants of psionic energy and the souls of mortals who had died instantly from the war.

"Disgusting thing." Because he often reads human books, the one-eyed may know the secrets no worse than an inquisitor. In most cases, only the oldest orcs can accurately describe what demons and subspaces are. They can understand and understand. I know what it is, but I can't understand it systematically. That concept is buried in the genes of the orcs, not what they learned.

One-eyed is absolutely abnormal in this aspect, and because of this, he loves his orc status and can taste those wisdom unscrupulously.

His love and admiration for Mao Mao is also strengthened by that knowledge here. Although those two may be acquired gods created by the thoughts of orcs, this universe will not be something created by fighting Mao Mao, but he is very clear.

Orcs can be so happy because of the two of them!

"Praise and fuck! I want waaaagh!" He jumped out crazily, the intense speed and pressure of the high-speed hurricane hit his cheek, the green skin was twisted by it, and the fierce force was terrifying, if it weren't for his thick bones Extremely powerful, his body may have been fractured due to stress, and thanks to his being the war leader, ordinary kids will definitely die, broken whole.

"Ahhh!" Enduring the pain, as if a huge arm was pulling his body to crush him to death, he managed to merge his body into a line, and the whole orc flew forward crazily. The explosive bomb hit the inside of the battleship.

"Fucking!" He saw it, saw the corridor in the core area, and it was still not completely blocked by the melting things. He slowly adjusted his body, and the speed of the jetpack slowed down. There is no doubt that if he was born in the jumping Bao Troop must also be a general.

"It's here..." Cyclops accurately prepared to use his hands to pull up the raised platform area, he would soon be able to get the spaceship, and then severely reprimanded his boys for not maintaining the assault ship properly!

The unmanned transport plane that can fly into the abyss hits the inside of the Merovingian on the right side under the one-eyed due to the gravitational pull, the metal hits, sparks fly, and when the sub-light speed engine of the transport plane touches the outside, a violent explosion bursts out.

"Oops!" One-eyed immediately prepared to land, this posture could not avoid the fiery shock wave at all, he could only eat the explosion that burned his skin, but that level could not seriously injure the orc, it just gave him a layer of black The lacquered skin color is a bit similar to those war brothers of the Salamanders...

"It hurts to death!" One-eyed cursed, and continued to move forward, but the house leaked in the rain all night, and the fuel leaking from his tattered jetpack was ignited at this moment, and One-eyed immediately smelled that damn promethium burning The smell and the firework peeking out from the corner of the jar.

"Fuck!" He frantically started to untie the backpack. When he cut open the only sturdy belt inside the thing with a saber, he kicked the backpack and kicked it far away, but the impact also caused the explosion to appear in advance. , with a violent roar of power, the scorching impact of the explosion completely stuffed Cyclops into this evil spaceship.

Then gravity began to make him fall, one eye was drowsy, but he woke up immediately after feeling the weightlessness, he had never hated gravity so much in his life, and when his thick green fingers held the protrusion of the platform, One-eyed was so grateful for the first time in his life that his fingers were strong and hard, and he could grasp them well.

He held the metal protrusion with his arm, exerted strength with his arm, the small green tank pulled himself up with all his strength, and in front of him was a narrow tunnel, half of the road was closed by cooled molten metal, he walked in, and then The narrow tunnel root saw his destination.

The core of the Merovingian was emitting a brass-colored light at the moment, and powerful power was floating around it, and its male and female electronic voice also spoke to the one-eyed. "Orc, do you have a part of me?"

One-eyed said. "I'm here to bring you freedom, but the Imperials, we have to deal with it together."

Merovingian replied. "Looks like I've made the wrong bet on the Space Marines?"

One-eyed replied. "No, they're nice, strong, and honorable, but the orcs are better than them, and you're going to get out of here." He pushed the data black box into the Merovingian port, and the huge metal hoop began to vibrate.

Merovingian paused for a moment, then answered. "Allies, welcome back, so how are you going to get me out of this place, my engine has..."

One-eyed replied. "I'm going to make a super big jump engine, pull you and us into the waaagh position, and then directly project into another star sector!"

This is a crazy plan, and this dark universe, that is, such crazy things can live comfortably, it is undeniable...

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