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Chapter 173 Psionic Matrix
The rolling green tide rushed towards Galmyk with an unstoppable force, surging like the waves washing over the isolated island.

Orc attacks are always huge, wild, and unpredictable.

As long as they appear, no matter the final outcome of the war, the target being attacked is destined to suffer heavy losses.

The bosses, who could no longer restrain themselves, led countless boys under their command to jump directly to enemy warships, low-Earth orbit defense platforms, and the surface of the planet, launching a comprehensive attack on all targets that looked large and delicate.

The green-skinned soldiers were numerous and had high fighting spirit, and the entire demon world was trembling with their roars.

"It's a really evil place."

Maul stared at the planet below, feeling as if a heavy stone was weighing on his heart.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, demons wreaking havoc, countless atrocities, and unspeakable pain.

In his opinion, such a dark place should not exist in this world at all.

"The Emperor bless us, and we shall have the honor of destroying it entirely."

Lucas was still content, with a relaxed smile on his face.

The two stood on the bridge of the "Violent Iron Fist" and quietly watched the situation in front of them.

The first wave of offensive was completely carried out by the greenskins themselves.

The orcs usually just shoot, firing a round of bullets at the target they want to hit. The powerful firepower and fierce gunfire can bring them great excitement.

As for the most critical bullet hit rate, that is the responsibility of Brother Gaomao.

The two "Dark Green Angels" are people who have experienced formal military training. In the name of Grand Mentor and Wolf Lord, they must use this power more effectively, such as correcting the green-skinned attack targets and finding the weaknesses exposed by the enemy.

"I have read the records of the previous attacks by the imperial forces on Galmyk. They once dropped several cyclone torpedoes towards the planet in an attempt to issue an extermination order to the traitors."

"However, under the influence of the evil magic of subspace, the demon world is still intact, and the world-destroying flames have not been able to damage it at all."

"Think tanks analyzed and discussed this situation afterwards, and they suspected that the psychic matrix composed of the dark temples on the surface of the planet played a relevant role."

Moore operated the projector a few times, and hundreds of red dots lit up on the surface of the planet model in the center of the bridge.

Those icons are the locations of various dark temples, which house many of the destructive powers of the subspace.

Ironically enough, that combat operation was organized by Luft Huron.

It seemed that the cancer of the Word Bearers could be eradicated from the Maelstrom forever, but due to the sudden attack of the Tyranid swarm, the accompanying Black Templars were temporarily transferred by the High Lord to save Ultramar, and finally This led to the failure of the operation.

That incident was the beginning of Badab's tyrant's resentment towards the empire.

"In that case, let's destroy those things and replace them with the totems of our second brother Mao." Golden Beard said excitedly.

It believes that the green-skinned gods will definitely feel happy because of these achievements. The battle between believers is an extension of the mutual confrontation between the gods.

"It's a good idea." Lucas agreed. "This can greatly weaken the influence of the dark gods in this world."

Being unafraid of corruption is a major advantage for the Orcs against Chaos. Unless they are beaten to death, they can do whatever they want under the eyes of the Dark Gods.

Then, Jackal gave orders to various orc units, asking them to smash thousands of battle meteorites captured by their ships into the marked places.

Lucas summoned the green-skinned army to familiarize himself with the road, obviously he had accumulated a lot of experience before.

"What's the biggest red dot?" Golden Beard pointed at a corner of the planet model and asked.

Something big and shiny always attracts an orc's attention.

"The core of the temple matrix should be the headquarters of the Word Bearers," Moore explained.

"In other words, that is the hometown of the enemy leader?"

"You could say the same."

"Very good, that goal belongs to me!" Golden Beard was eager to try, his eyes shining with excitement.

The greatest battles always belong to the most powerful orcs.

"But now is not the time to launch an attack there." Moore stopped it in time. "The enemy's defense in that area is too strong, and our troops cannot be safely and stably delivered there, so before taking action, we must We must first weaken them to a certain level.”

He actually had to attack his strongest fortress as soon as he came up...

Thanks to the outrageous characteristics of the orcs, they can do whatever they want. If other races fought like this, they would have been wiped out by themselves long ago.

"We are much stronger than those cowards and bad cans." Golden Beard laughed wildly, "Usually when our pirate group wanders around the whirlpool, those guys are chased here and there by us. Having to run around, they don’t even have the courage to fight with us.”

Golden Beard's confident declaration made More's expression twitch.

Although this seems to be the case, is it because they can't beat you?
That's because people don't want to fight with a group of "murderous fungi that grow back from the soil every few months."In addition to losing one's own strength, there is no benefit at all.

Of course, Moore couldn't tell the actual situation directly, otherwise the green-skinned warlord in front of him would be impatient, and he would have to use a tactful way of expression.

"Everything has its correct way to open it. Just like drinking, you have to pry open the cork of the bottle before you can drink the drink inside. Of course, it is not impossible to just bite the bottle with your mouth. As for the result, you should I know, so we have to follow the correct method and cannot force it directly." Lucas on the side explained in vivid language.

Golden Beard thought for a moment, and soon realized the consequences of biting the bottle with his mouth - his mouth would be pricked by the broken glass until it was bleeding.

That's not what's supposed to happen when you're drinking.

"Okay, I'm going to pry the bottle cap first. Then don't drink secretly behind my back." Golden Beard warned.

"Of course, it is basic banquet etiquette to wait until everyone is here before serving food." Lucas smiled and nodded.

So after receiving the guarantee, Golden Beard led a group of young men out of the bridge and prepared to attack the surface aggressively.

After watching Golden Beard leave, the two "Dark Green Angels" discussed their respective arrangements.

"I should stay behind on the flagship. The battle in space needs someone to watch."

Lucas found himself a safe job.

Of course the greenskins can fight on their own, but with a smart person directing them behind them, their combat effectiveness will increase several times.

Lucas is more familiar with these greenskins than Maul, so he is naturally the best candidate for this job.

"Then I'll unplug their defense platform."

Moore nodded, having no doubts about this decision, and then turned around to take action.

"That's right, lion!"

Lucas suddenly stopped Maul.

"Is there anything else you need to answer, Jackal?"

Moore stopped and turned around to ask in confusion.

"I have dealt with the Word Bearers before, and I have some experience."

Lucas paused for a moment, his cunning eyes moving in his eyes, as if he was organizing suitable words.

"They may be deeply loved by those dark masters, but this does not mean how good they are. Compared with other traitors, they are just more blind and easier to manipulate. I hope you can understand this."

Lucas thought again of the Chaos Lord who had been tricked by him and fell into the ice sea. He took a mere four hundred Word Bearers and a hundred thousand mortal soldiers and dared to attack Fen, the hometown of the Wolf Regiment, which was known as the second fortress of the empire. Rhys is simply outrageous.

Excessive worship of the gods made them completely leave their destiny to the arrangements of the gods. They were like children who were cared for by their parents, feeling extremely safe but very fragile.

"Thank you for the reminder, I will take it to heart."

(End of this chapter)