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Chapter 64: Orc Hunter, Part 1 (Recommended, please follow)

The brothers spent 16 days and months in the nightmare and killed 83 Goge and Maoge.

————Orc Hunter Lieutenant Vio
Tyler watched as the boys used their shovels to remove the damn scrap metal and congealed blood from the outside of Frenstein.

After all, continuing to maintain this camouflage color would not be good for them as they would be entering the area controlled by the Astra Militarum.

As he got out of the car to help, the gloomy weather of Armageddon swept in with a gust of corrosive sand. He looked at his rapidly aging windbreaker and had no doubt that the decorations on their car would fall off naturally in just a few hours.

"Speed up, it feels like it's going to rain!" Taylor shouted.

The scary thing is not the rain, but the rain of Armageddon, which is an almost deadly corrosive toxin.

A large amount of factory waste from human civilization has been accumulating in the atmosphere for years, and rain is their way of revenge.

If they don't want to be burned to ashes, they must get on the bus quickly.

After the engineer shovel scraped across the rusty metal again and again, making an ear-drumming sizzling sound, Taylor and his brothers got on the almost restored Frenstein, and the remaining flaws were washed away by raindrops.

After all, the rain here might be more powerful than sulfuric acid.

As the dark sky dripped down those damn toxins, Taylor looked out from the passenger seat at the barren world.

"The fact that a forest exists in this place is a biological miracle."

Corporal Katie replied. "Boss, there actually is. Near the equator of this world, there's a complex forest system."

Taylor complained. "Yeah, those things must have been transplanted from Catachan..."

He opened the data pad and linked to the nearby Imperial Guard camp, which was called Hell Town.

Frankly speaking, this name is quite romantic for a camp, but it is not good. Normally, the name of a camp is composed of a bunch of numbers, with at most the names of a few permanent legions.

Something damned seemed wrong, but they had nowhere else to go; this was too far from their intended landing spot.

“This place gives me a bad feeling.”

"Scout, can you get through to that signal over there?" Taylor asked.

The unfortunate fellow with the giant radio backpack replied, "Boss, the only noise here is the noisy roar of orcs."

Taylor said helplessly. "Come to think of it, nothing in my life has gone smoothly."

He rubbed his nose and said self-deprecatingly, "Is there anything more thrilling than being chased by a bunch of giant bugs with chitinous exoskeletons?"

"Let's go to the equator and see. If those forests are real, we might encounter those things called orc hunters."

Taylor looked at the raindrops outside the window that were poisonous enough to kill people. Even though Ferenstein had done some sealing, he still felt a lingering fear.

"Emperor, I don't want to spend my days in a world like this when I retire."

He made a somewhat sentimental comment, like a poet.

"Look at those raindrops. It turns out we are all just souls bound by gravity."

The girl from Lightling came over with some sparkling water. "Boss, drink some! This isn't like you. Are you not consuming enough sugar?"

Taylor replied with a smile. "I think the long-term stress and fear have changed my genes. Now I am a more peculiar creature."

The interrogator said, "Then I have to consider putting you on trial."

Taylor waved his hand and watched as Ferenstein gradually approached the equator. An unusually dense forest appeared before them. He said warily, "Enough with the jokes. We have to figure out how to survive this."

Following the vehicle into the narrow forest, the shovel that Franstein had not yet removed in Luka World came into play again.

The green bushes along with the toxic acid mud were pulled up and pushed to both sides of the vehicle, and soon, a very distinctive roadblock appeared in front of them.

Wood and metal are pieced together to create the appearance of a chevaux de frise.

"Looks like Catachan," the knowledgeable interrogator said.

Taylor smiled. "Well, I know them, but I thought the people here were friendlier."

He stuck his head out, and the forest blocked the raindrops from falling, saving Taylor from the pain of having his hair burned, but a carbine bullet hit him in an instant.

Taylor's survival instinct was almost like a spider sense, making him retract his head the moment the bullet was fired.

"Missed!?" A middle-aged lieutenant officer walked out of a corner of the forest. He wore a huge green head on his head, which was at least the size of a war chief.

His body was almost naked, save for a portion of his leather clothing and a strange trophy of orc teeth or bones hanging around his waist.

He was holding a modified large-caliber carbine. The recoil of that thing was enough to hurt an ordinary person's fingers, but he acted like nothing happened.

There were quite a few of his brothers around him, about thirty or so, hiding in the forest, and Taylor was the first to sense them.

Taylor responded warily and angrily, "How dare you shoot at friendly forces!"

The orc hunter, who looked like a madman, replied, "Anyone who sets foot in the forest shall die. Who knows if you are an orc pretending to be a human?"

He smiled a bloodthirsty and happy smile until he saw the long dagger at Taylor's waist.

"Catachan Knife? When did they let such a coward join?"

He said this with a bit of dissatisfaction.

But the female interrogator walked out of the car and spoke angrily.

"You just shot an Imperial officer, sir, who was my target of observation. This is enough to charge you with three capital crimes!"

When the orc hunter saw the guy from the Inquisition, he rarely restrained his arrogance.

"First there was a weird Catachan, then there was the Inquisition, and a while ago it was the Space Marines, what's going on with this forest?"

Taylor asked. "Space Marines? Are they there?"

The Orc Hunter replied. "The blue ones, they're stationed near the hive, with some of the Iron Guard."

Taylor said with a smile. "Then I can go back to the main group and finally get away from those orcs!"

The orc hunter asked in confusion. "Leaving? Aren't you leading them here? Otherwise, why would I shoot you?"

Taylor's smile quickly stopped as he realized that this shabby place, Armageddon, had attracted too much of his attention. Amidst the drizzling rain and poisonous gas, he had actually forgotten how cunning the orcs were.

He raised his weapon. "There?"

The hunter replied, "Everywhere. They're already here."

At this moment, the voice that Taylor was most familiar with and most disgusted with was heard in the forest. Those cunning orcs had already seen that he was a human being and were using him to find the orc hunters!
Now, the waaaaagh that covers the sky and the sun comes from all directions...

(End of this chapter)