Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 895 Green-skinned Bean Sprouts

Before the aftershocks of the Dimensional Tear Cannon had completely dissipated, the Starbreaker eagerly plunged into the folds formed by the net, just like an oiled golf ball.

This war fortress, transformed from an asteroid, is covered in rusty armor. Its surface is covered with countless turrets and chimneys that excite the Greenskins. At this moment, its towering rocket engines, as tall as mountains, are spewing out blue-white plasma flames that stretch for tens of kilometers. Under the control of the Green Dam, it is flying shakily in a certain direction along a forcibly opened, twisted network of channels, like intestines.

The speed of the Netway was even greater than that of the subspace, and with the powerful thrust of the Starbreaker, it did not take long for them to successfully reach the outer region of the Youdu Comoros, located deep within the Netway.

At this moment, the Starbreaker was like a homeless person who had wandered into the upper city, naturally arousing the vigilance and attack of the Comoros.

Upon arriving here, Green Dam shuddered, as if resonating with something, and its mind, which was almost assimilated by the green skin, immediately cleared up.

It has to be said that the Greenskins' abilities are indeed quite outrageous, giving the impression that they can achieve whatever they want. When their numbers are small, Green Dam can still hold on, but now that he has tens of billions of Greenskins under his command, it's already quite abnormal that they can still maintain their individuality and not become Greenskin warlords with big chins.

Recalling the countless foolish things he had done recently, Green Dam suddenly felt a little ashamed. However, he also understood why he had become like this: because he was incomplete. Fortunately, he had finally found the missing half, and the opportunity to make up for it was right in front of him.

But before that, he needs to fight and kill these black bean sprouts who dare to provoke him.

At this moment, a large number of Dark Eldar warships swarmed in from all directions like an enraged bee. Following the beam of light, the bored green-skinned orcs immediately perked up, howling and loading their cannons, ready to teach the enemy a lesson. Some even more impatiently boarded secretly modified space torpedoes, intending to launch themselves out and have a good fight as soon as they collided with the enemy warships.

The Eldar are a race that pursues ultimate speed, whether it is individual soldiers or warships. Therefore, their warships, regardless of size, are very beautiful in shape, like a fusion of butterflies and flying blades, and also have a cruel beauty. You can tell at a glance that they are very fast and agile.

However, the intricate hull appears too fragile, at least compared to the warships of other races, so it relies heavily on evasion and stealth, and its combat style is like that of an assassin who is invisible throughout.

As long as the Eldar warships' cloaking ability cannot be detected and their attacks cannot be defended, the Eldar warships are invincible. But this time, the opponent is different.

At Green Dam's command, the cannons on the surface of the Starbreaker suddenly sprang up, each one pointing straight to the sky. The cannons, of varying sizes but all displaying a rugged nature, then roared loudly, and countless shells were sprayed out, like cow dung that had been blasted by grenades, who knows who they would hit.

Other races place great emphasis on accuracy, and ballistics is something they must max out first. But for green-skinned orcs, often all they need is to make a big enough noise. Whether they can actually hit the enemy is another matter entirely.

The chaotic trajectories, blooming almost like a kaleidoscope, nearly crashed the Dark Eldar warships that were just about to dodge. More bullets were being fired at them than shot at, meaning that if they dodged, their chances of being hit would be much higher.

The Dark Eldar were clearly unfamiliar with this tactic. Their elegant evasive maneuvers were rendered meaningless by the barrage of projectiles flying everywhere. One after another, streamlined warships were hit by shells; those with strong shields could withstand the attack, while those with weak shields exploded on the spot.

The commander of the Dark Eldar had his pupils constricted to pinpoints in shock. The control panel was flashing red lights wildly, and in the holographic projection, his own warships were shattering into space debris one after another, like glass ornaments struck by a child's pebble.

"Activate the Shadow Veil! Let these filthy beasts taste the true hunt!" His anger was almost burning away his reason, and he had already decided to personally tear out every nerve of the other party and make it into wind chimes.

As the order was given, the remaining Dark Eldar warships rippled with inky black light, like silk soaked in ink, before instantly merging into the void. The edges of these beautiful yet menacing hulls still retained faint traces of escaping energy, but they had vanished from the Starbreakers' detection screens.

Green Dam chuckled and immediately activated the dimensional oscillator, instantly locating the Dark Spirit Race warship hiding in the spatial interlayer.

However, Green Dam ignored the other side and advanced at full speed. At the same time, the Starbreaker's cannon fire never stopped. No matter how powerful the Dark Elf warship was, it needed to be in the same space as the target when attacking. Otherwise, it would be like two sheets of paper, each filled with lines, but never meeting.

The Dark Eldar commander was taken aback at first, then immediately realized that the target was Comoros, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Even if he lost his entire fleet, it wouldn't be as serious as disturbing those important figures in Comoros. He would be the one to become a wind chime then, so he ordered the beasts to be stopped from approaching Comoros at all costs.

Green Dam had been waiting for this moment. The dimensional shockwave spread out from the device he had personally created, tearing through the thin veil on the Dark Elf warship and revealing its soft, delicate body, like a weak elf whose little feet were being held by an orc. The orc's big club was already beginning to stir.

"Attack the biggest one!" Green Dam roared, and countless firepower nearly overwhelmed the Dark Elf flagship.

The tremors in the space made it impossible for the Dark Eldar warships to slip into the spatial interlayers or even become invisible. They had no idea what was happening; all they knew was that all of space was vibrating and resonating, unable to accommodate any foreign objects. If they dared to force their way in, they would be like a thin-shelled walnut squeezed between two iron plates, shattering into pieces.

Caught off guard, a large number of Dark Eldar warships were reduced to wreckage and debris, falling toward the Comoros spires and causing widespread chaos. After all, there was no shortage of opportunists here, nor of those seeking revenge or murder.

By this time, the green-skinned orcs could no longer contain themselves. Inside one of the turrets, three green-skinned orcs were smashing the jammed cannon barrel with a wrench, when one of them suddenly pointed outside and screamed.

"Look at those guys!"

The green-skinned orcs looked over and saw a large orc nicknamed Mad Fang riding on a space torpedo equipped with three engines, a bomb fuse in his mouth, and a chainsaw axe in his hand. Behind him, more green-skinned orcs squeezed onto dozens of similarly modified torpedoes, and with strange cries, they danced wildly like a swarm of demons, turning into meteors and crashing towards Comoros.

"I'll clear the way!" Mad Fang's howl cut through the sky. The next second, he threw the bomb with the fuse lit behind him. The explosion increased the torpedo's speed again. Although engine parts flew everywhere and it was emitting flames and black smoke, it luckily escaped the Dark Eldar's firepower.

The space torpedo, which suddenly accelerated and trailed thick black smoke, crashed into the nearest building. The violent explosion tore through the building's exterior walls. Mad Fang, holding his beloved chainsaw axe, rushed into the building. What followed was a mixture of screams from the Dark Eldar and the sounds of flesh being torn apart.

Mad Fang's success inspired countless green-skinned orcs, who completely ignored the other orcs who had been reduced to fragments, strapped more bombs to the torpedoes, and then personally ignited the engines, transforming into a streak of fire destined to explode as they rushed toward Comoros.

Although bean sprouts are small, they are still a dish, and the green-skinned children don't mind eating them; they'll at least have a couple of bites.

(End of this chapter)