Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

He wielded his sword and killed the enemy.

When Lancelot held the power sword in his hand, he felt as if he had been tempered and refined countless times. The sword in his hand was almost as natural as breathing, perfectly integrated with him.

The secret reward given by his fallen angel identity was the resources of a veteran of countless battles. After drawing his sword, Lancelot clearly felt that the world seemed to have changed before his eyes.

As Lancelot stepped out of the cargo hold and into the ship's tunnels, he immediately spotted a group of green-skinned boys with guns, and at the same time, the green-skinned boys also saw Lancelot.

With their Greenskins' way of thinking, they couldn't immediately tell the difference between Lancelot and themselves; instead, Lancelot's black armor became their most immediate impression.

"I think this big guy with his whole body painted black is a tough fighter and very durable! He's really good in close combat!"

Thinking this way, the green-skinned orcs were not afraid; instead, they roared with even more excitement!

They are perhaps the happiest creatures in the entire universe; their entire lives consist of fighting or on their way to fight!

Lancelot knew that they were actually war machines created by the ancient saints, and in terms of structure, they didn't resemble living beings but were more like mushrooms!

Thus, they launched an attack on Lancelot.

The crudely made green pistol in his hand kept firing, making a deafening sound, but the accuracy was really poor, and some of them even exploded!

However, for most greenskins, all they need is a big and loud gun! They also prefer close combat!

Lancelot happened to think the same way.

With a slam of his foot on the ground, Lancelot's power sword instantly unleashed a brilliant blue disintegration field, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen green-skinned boys were sliced ​​into pieces by Lancelot.

shhhhhh!

The power swords unleashed a continuous barrage of slashes, carrying Lancelot forward through the greenskins. Almost no greenskin could withstand a single blow from him.

It's important to understand that green-skinned orcs are not just ordinary grunts. Even a regular green-skinned kid has the strength to tear apart a Space Marine's limbs with his bare hands. Coupled with their fearlessness, ordinary Space Marines would almost never engage in such deep-seated battles.

But to Lancelot, these greens charging towards him... in his vision, were actually closer to...

—The rapeseed flowers that seem to move by the roadside.

Cut, slice, mince.

Lancelot, sword in hand, efficiently swept away the human enemies in his path, slaughtering his way forward. Soon, Lancelot encountered a being that was more than half a head taller than an ordinary orc.

His shoulders and back were as broad as a moving iron plate, his dark green skin was taut and shiny, old scars were layered on top of new scars, horizontal and vertical lines were etched on his chest and arms, all of which were his hard-earned experience!

Holding a massive battle axe taller than a person and wearing a huge iron helmet with red orc patterns, he was clearly a seasoned Green Boss.

But... Lancelot didn't even glance at him. He swiftly dodged the attack and then decapitated him with his power sword.

The green boys were still howling, but after seeing their leader die, the orc boys lost their leader, and their once orderly ranks instantly descended into chaos.

"Wow, I think this big guy is really powerful. If I kill him, I can become an even bigger and more awesome big guy!"

Some orc boys, as if injected with adrenaline, continued their waaagh charge towards Lancelot, while others, with their quick thinking, chose to retreat first.

"I think this big guy is too tough! It's uncomfortable being around him, I need to find more brothers to waaagh together!"

Lancelot naturally noticed the commotion among the greenskins, but for Lancelot at this moment, in the enclosed space of a ship, the role of personal combat power could obviously be brought into full play.

Lancelot advanced steadily, slaughtering his way through the enemy lines, until he finally attracted the attention of this large greenskin army.

Strangely, Lancelot faced almost no ranged attacks.

It wasn't that these green-skinned orcs were morally upright; it was just that after a large number of orc lads began to surround Lancelot, as their numbers increased, an unexpected situation began to worsen.

That's about weaponry!

The rifles in the hands of these orc boys changed when Lancelot stepped onto the battlefield; they either exploded one after another or simply failed to fire!

In addition, the grenades on the orc boy's body were the most prone to malfunction.

The series of explosions inside caused some commotion among the orcs, so much so that the orc lads could only fight Lancelot with melee weapons, and were then easily killed by the power sword.

Lancelot naturally noticed this situation as well, and after a brief moment of thought, he roughly understood why.

The rifles used by the Greenskins are essentially junk made by the Orcs from scrap metal. From a human perspective, these things could not possibly fire bullets.

However, the orcs possess a special spiritual power called the Power of My Thoughts, which is essentially a reality distortion ability.

As long as the Greenskins believe that the guns in their hands can fire bullets, even if the guns are just a pile of junk in the eyes of others, in the hands of the Greenskins they can fire bullets just like normal firearms.

It is because of this power that the orcs became the greatest enemy of the human empire.

Feeling confident in his own strength, he believed that even a lousy iron blade could pierce through the Space Marines' precious terracotta armor. Furthermore, the Orks were born war fanatics, and the more intense the battle, the faster they grew, making his "power of thought" even stronger.

This means that no matter who the enemy is, unless the enemy wipes out the Greenskins in an instant, the Orc army will evolve into an equal force at an extremely fast pace.

But now, this force has met its nemesis.

Inviolable territory.

As the anchor of the real universe, Lancelot will reject all warp power. In this realm, the rules of the real universe suppress everything, and the guns and cannons that the orc boys originally cobbled together with my thinking power all become ineffective.

In other words... when facing Lancelot, the Greenskins' ability to think will be sealed! And as the battle continued, some clever Greenskin leaders finally realized this!

"I feel terrible fighting this big guy! I can't get myself excited at all! I'm going to find somewhere else to have fun!"

The Greenskin leader has run away, and under his leadership, large numbers of Greenskin orcs have even begun to flee the area where Lancelot is located.

As Lancelot faced the routed enemy, he swung his sword faster and faster!

The number of green-skinned orcs who fell to Lancelot's hands had reached over a hundred in a short period of time, which was enough to shift the tide of battle in a boarding action.

shhhhhh!

The rhythm of the laser beams that had been spraying out began to slow down. Inside the bridge, towards the ammunition depot, a garrison that had been so silent it was almost like a corpse was the first to sense that the battle situation seemed to have changed slightly!