I'm a green-skinned tech master

Behind the iron claws is a raging green tide, which disperses by instinct as they enter the city, they slaughter, they destroy, they destroy.

The hastily organized resistance of the city's militias was meaningless, like the unarmed civilians, like eggs hitting the stones of the greenskins, and the bones were shattered.

This cannot be called war, this is a massacre.

Flames, smoke, and screams rose from all corners of the city, lighting up half the night sky. A hell of despair for humanity, a carnival of joy for Greenskin.

The destruction of a human city is as simple as that.

Three hours later, looking at the burning human city in front of him, the iron claw twisted its neck boringly.

Too weak! It's so boring! Not a single hard idea!

A group of fart riders riding Siguger's war beasts led by Golden Fang through the ruins of burning fire, over the streets where blood and corpses were piled up, and came to Golden Fang with a large amount of loot.

"Boss Golden Tooth, the brats have occupied the train station, now you need some technical brats and mechanical brats, modify the train, and you can go."

Golden Tooth said triumphantly, he was very satisfied with the process of this raid on Shrimp City, he was fast, and he also collected a lot of loot, and his Sgouger War Beast had two large bags full of teeth and shiny treasures on its back.

Iron Claw did not reply to the golden tooth immediately, he thought for a while and said: "Golden tooth, you can give you the brats you want, most of the brats here can be left to you, and you will take the brats to waaagh."

"Boss, what do you mean? With the brats? What about you? Golden Tooth asked suspiciously, it is meaningless if the loot is not hunted by himself, and the iron claw boss can't let himself hunt the head of the shrimp boss on his behalf.

"Naturally, we have our own way... Driving the train was too slow, and I was caught off guard by the shrimp boss. Saying

that, the golden tooth raised his head and looked at the sky, and in the dark night, there seemed to be something, flashing and shining.

"Hey, hey, do you hear me?" The iron claw tapped in his ear.

After a burst of electromagnetic noise, the communication was finally connected, "Zizi... Listen... Zizi, the Dumb Air Corps awaits your orders Iron Claw Boss... Moisture.

"Good, find a place to land, I want you to bring as many good boys as possible." Iron Claw smiled, revealing a mouth full of fangs, "Let them... Go meet the boss of the shrimp and see if he is a ruthless and tough enough guy. "

The Dumb Air Corps received... Moisturize, adjust the formation, and prepare for landing. Golden

Tooth looked at one plane with shock, and another plane like a ragged piece together flashed red light from the sky, and when it landed, two planes accidentally collided together.

"Boss... This is..." "This is

the inspiration of the Dumb Air Force, when I first saw the iron bird of shrimps, shrimp can be made, and so can were." You now know where to use it every time you collect so much loot. Iron Claw said with some ostentation.

"They can also bomb like iron birds of shrimp?" Golden Tooth has no intuitive concept of the Dumb Air Corps.

"No, no, no, they can do a lot, they can get waaagh to sit on flying wings and make all enemies burn under the iron bird."

In outer space, Pex is on his way back to Euronia III with his expeditionary fleet, and according to the three days left on the journey, he can see the beautiful and livable world again.

"Subspace response detected, in direction 62, 200 star map units away." The navigator's calm electric sound played on the bridge, which immediately made everyone on the Guardian nervous.

200 star map units is almost one-third of the range of the light spear, which is an extremely close, very dangerous distance in the battle of the Star Sea.

To be on the safe side, the captain of the Guardian prepared all the weapon groups to attack as soon as something jumped out of subspace with bad intentions.

The colorful, bizarre subspace has torn a huge hole in the conventional universe.

A huge and hideous warship sailed out, judging from the church, macro cannon, light spear, flying platform and sacred decoration above, this was a warship of the human empire.

The four-thousand-meter-long cruiser Guardian turned out to be only half the length of this imperial battleship.

This is the Emperor-class battleship, which is powerful, mighty, and heavy, and is the capital ship of the human imperial fleet, and is generally used as a flagship.

Immediately behind the battleship were two cruisers, not the standard type of the moon class, but heavy patrols carrying more weapons and armor, and then ordinary destroyers and a large number of frigates, transport ships.

This is an entire imperial fleet.

As soon as Pex had a guess in his heart, the communication was connected, "This is the Messenger of Doom, calling the defense fleet of the Euronia system." We are reinforcements sent by the Ministry of Military Affairs to assist in the defense of the galaxy, and I am Commissar Kester, commander of the fleet. "

Sure enough... Doesn't it say a good month? How is it a few days in advance, is it the instability of subspace?

"Here is the Guardian, the flagship of the Euronian Galactic Defense Fleet, I am Pex, Pex Lampast, Galaxy Commander." Pex replied solemnly.

"Hello, Commander Pecks, what a coincidence, I was going to find you and the Governor of Cornwall. I have a warrant from the Ministry of Military Affairs, and I hope you will find time to come to the Messenger of Doom. Commissar

Kester did not hear the slightest hint that Pex declared his family name, and he directly put forward his own request.

......

Pex didn't want to go, he really didn't want to, in his memory of the worm's nest consciousness, the political commissars were all high-risk groups, especially those in high positions, and it was the best choice to physically eliminate them.

However, he could not not go, how could the commander of the galaxy appointed by the Military Department disobey the orders of the Military Department?

Pex minimized his cell activity, smiled and said, "Please, Commissar Kester, I'll leave right away." Sitting

on the shuttle, Pex had mixed feelings, thinking about all kinds of worst-case scenarios, such as being discovered, his own descendants in the expeditionary force.

If they were all found and cleared, fortunately he left a tinder on Euronia III, an excellent mother, and would give birth to excellent descendants.

Commissar Kester's idea was not so complicated, he held a warrant covered with fire paint, and organized the language in his mind, how to communicate with the commander of the galaxy, so as not to let the intelligence scare him.