I am a green-skinned master

Following the Iron Claws was a surging green tide. After entering the city, they scattered in all directions based on instinct. They slaughtered, they destroyed, they ruined.

The hastily organized resistance of the city's militia was meaningless. They were like unarmed civilians, like eggs hitting the greenskins' stones, and were smashed to pieces.

This can't be called a war, this is a massacre.

Flames, thick smoke, and screams rose from every corner of the city, lighting up half of the night sky. It was a desperate hell for humans, but a joyful carnival for the greenskins.

The destruction of a human city is that simple.

Three hours later, looking at the burning human city in front of him, Iron Claw twisted his neck in boredom.

Too weak! Too boring! Not a single hard point!

A team of fart riders riding Squig war beasts, led by Gold Fang, crossed the burning ruins, passed through the streets covered with blood and corpses, and came to Gold Fang carrying a large amount of spoils.

"Boss Gold Teeth, my guys have occupied the train station. Now I need some technical guys and mechanical guys to modify the train, and then we can set off."

Gold Fang said proudly that he was very satisfied with the process of the raid on Xiami City. It was fast and he collected a lot of spoils. There were two large bags full of teeth and shiny treasures on the back of his Squig war beast.

Tiezhua did not reply to Jinya right away. He thought for a while and said, "Jinya, I can give you all the boys you want. I can also leave most of the boys here to you. You can lead them to waaagh."

"Boss, what do you mean? I'm bringing the guys? What about you?" Jin Ya asked doubtfully. It would be meaningless if the trophy was not hunted by oneself. Boss Tie Claw would not let him hunt for Boss Xiami's head on his behalf.

"Of course I have my own way... Driving the train is too slow, I have to catch Boss Xiami off guard."

After saying that, Jin Ya raised his head and looked at the sky. In the dark night, there seemed to be something flashing with light.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?" Iron Claw tapped on his ear.

Zizizi, after a burst of electromagnetic noise, the communication was finally connected, "Zizizi... I can hear you... Zizizi, the Dafu Air Force is waiting for your order, Boss Iron Claw... Zizizi."

"Very good, find a place to land. I want you to bring as many good guys as possible." Tiezhua smiled, revealing his fangs. "Let us... go meet Xiami's boss and see if he is a ruthless and tough guy."

"Daf Aviation Squadron received... Zizi, adjust the formation and prepare for landing."

Jin Ya looked at them in shock as one plane after another, which looked like they were pieced together from scraps, flashed red light and fell from the sky. When they landed, two planes accidentally collided with each other.

"Boss... this is..."

"This is the Daifu Air Force. I got the inspiration when I first saw Xiami's iron bird. If Xiami can build it, so can we. Now you know where all the spoils I collect go in the end." Iron Claw said with some pride.

"Can they also carry out bombing like Xiami's Iron Bird?" Jin Ya has no intuitive concept of the Daifu Air Force.

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

In outer space, Pex was on his way back to Oronia III with his expedition fleet. According to the journey plan, he would be able to see that beautiful habitable world again in three days.

"Subspace reaction detected, in direction 62, 200 star map units away." The navigator's calm electric voice played on the bridge, immediately making everyone on the Guardian nervous.

200 star chart units is about one-third of the range of the light spear, which is an extremely close and very dangerous distance in a star sea battle.

To be on the safe side, the captain of the Guardian had all the weapons teams ready to launch an attack immediately if anything with bad intentions jumped out of the subspace.

The colorful and bizarre subspace tore a huge hole in the conventional universe.

A huge and ferocious warship sailed out. Judging from the churches, macro cannons, light spears, flying platforms and sacred decorations on it, it was a warship of the Human Empire.

The four-kilometer-long Guardian cruiser is only half the length of this Imperial battleship.

This is the Emperor-class battleship. It is powerful, mighty, and heavy. It is the main battleship of the Human Empire Fleet and is usually used as a flagship.

Following closely behind the battleships were two cruisers, not standard types like the Moon-class, but heavy cruisers equipped with more weapons and armor. Behind them were ordinary destroyers and a large number of frigates and transport ships.

This is an entire Imperial fleet.

Just as Pex had a guess in his mind, the communication was connected. "This is the Doombringer, calling the defense fleet of the Oronia system. We are reinforcements sent by the Military Affairs Department to assist in the defense of the system. I am Political Commissar Keister, the commander of the fleet."

As expected... Wasn't it agreed to be a month? How come it came a few days earlier? Is it because of the instability of the subspace?

"This is the Guardian, the flagship of the Oronia Galaxy Defense Fleet. I am Pex, Pex Rampast, the Galaxy Commander." Pex replied seriously.

"Hello, Commander Pecks, what a coincidence! I was just about to meet you and Governor Cornwall. I have a warrant from the Munitions Department, and I hope you can spare some time to come to the Doombringer."

Political Commissar Kester did not hear any hint from Pex about introducing himself, and he directly put forward his own request.

……

Pex didn't want to go, he really didn't want to. In the memory left to him by the hive consciousness, political commissars were all high-risk people, especially those in high positions. Physically eliminating them was the best option.

However, he had to go. How could the galaxy commander appointed by the Ministry of Military Affairs go against the orders of the Ministry of Military Affairs?

Pex reduced his cell activity to the minimum, smiled and said, "My pleasure, Political Commissar Keister. I'll be off right away."

Sitting in the shuttle, Pex felt mixed emotions. He thought of all the worst possibilities, such as being discovered, or his descendants in the expeditionary force being discovered.

If they were all discovered and eliminated, fortunately he still left a spark on Oronia III, an excellent mother body that would give birth to excellent offspring.

Political Commissar Kester's thoughts were not that complicated. He held the wax-stamped warrant in his hand and organized the language in his mind, thinking about how to communicate with the galaxy commander so as not to let the intelligence scare him.

Chapter 70: Tyran is coming

The Tyranids and the green-skinned orcs are both great enemies of the Human Empire, and they threaten the safety of the empire all the time.

If the Empire could gather all its strength, it would not be afraid of them. After all, the Human Empire has a vast territory and a large population.

But... the empire has its own difficulties. It is too huge. Wars are going on everywhere, and troops need to be stationed everywhere.

When facing the invasion of the Tyranid Zerg fleet, the Human Empire chose to divert the trouble away, using the Tyranids' psychic beacons to lure them into the Orc star region.

Let these two great enemies of humanity consume each other, and preferably perish together, that would be a blessing from the Emperor of God.

The plan was well-conceived and implemented successfully. The Tyranid Swarm Fleet did penetrate deep into the Orc Galaxy and fought an unprecedented war with the Orcs on Octareus. If nothing unexpected happens... everything seems to be going very smoothly...

However, the unexpected happened as expected. The war, which was extremely brutal for humans, did not weaken either the Tyranids or the Green Orcs, but made them even stronger.

The Tyranids became larger in size because they had obtained a large amount of biomass. The Green Orcs also united more closely because of the war, and not only did their numbers increase, but each Orc became stronger.

The Human Empire's self-righteous schemes have made the Empire's two enemies even more powerful and terrifying.

The entire Orc star region seemed to be a bomb with a lit fuse, and it was possible to destroy the entire defense line in the eastern part of the empire at any time.

In order to avoid being blown up by this bomb, the Human Empire began to make up for its losses and strengthen the defenses of the star fields adjacent to the Orc star fields, intending to build a solid defense circle to deal with future difficult times.

At this time, the opinions of the Empire were divided into two factions. One faction felt that if they continued to wait, whether it was the Tyranids or the Green-skinned Orcs rushing out of the Orc Star Region, the Human Empire's defense line might be difficult to hold. It would be better to concentrate troops and take the initiative to attack and eliminate the hidden dangers in advance.

The conservative faction felt that taking the initiative to attack was simply nonsense. It was a huge gamble with the empire's manpower. What if the plan failed and instead detonated the crisis in the Orc star field prematurely? By then, the green-skinned Orcs and the Tyranids would all pour out, and the Human Empire would be in trouble.

Both factions have their own reasons and it is difficult for either to convince the other, but the current consensus is to continue to strengthen the defense of the border star field.

Logically, in the Orc star field, the Tyranids and the green-skinned Orcs should continue to fight for a long time.

But for some reason, a Leviathan Zerg fleet changed direction and headed for the Oronia galaxy. What was even more bizarre was that the Orcs, who were preparing for a big battle, suddenly found that Lezi had escaped, so they were very upset and chased after him in their warships made of meteorites, garbage, and scraps...

This situation is very similar to the imbalance in the Orc Star Region, the prelude to the emergence of the swarm of insects and green-skinned bee pupae...

"So, our task is very heavy. This is the sacred mission entrusted to us by the Empire. In order to buy time for the star fields behind to reinforce the defense line, we must hold on to the Oronia galaxy and keep those hateful aliens, the enemies of mankind, out here." After describing the current situation, Kester looked at Pex in front of him with cold and emotionless eyes.

"This...this..., how could this happen, facing such an enemy, how can the Oronia galaxy be defended alone!" Pex didn't say anything, but Cornwall, who was attending the meeting via holographic projection, couldn't help it.

"The Military Affairs Department certainly knows that you can't hold the galaxy on your own, so we are here, and the Astartes are on the way to support us. The three of us, plus the future commander of the Astartes, will form the highest command body in the galaxy and be fully responsible for defense." Kester opened the warrant and showed the contents to Pex and Cornwall.

"Even so...even so..." Cornwall didn't care about the appointment documents. He swallowed and swallowed the words that even so, he might not be able to keep his promise.

"Then...how long do we have to hold out? We can't hold out forever."

Keister shifted his gaze from Pex to Cornwall's holographic projection. "The order from the Military Affairs Department is to hold out as long as possible. Every extra day we hold out here means the star field behind us has one more day to reinforce the defenses, and they have a greater chance of stopping the aliens."

Even the green holographic projection seemed to show that Cornwall's face was turning pale. This order meant that they had to stay in the Oronia galaxy until death and use death to fulfill their loyalty to the Empire.

After Caister glanced at Cornwall twice, he looked away. There were many governors in the empire who were as afraid of death as Cornwall.

Deep down, Keister despised such people. These nobles enjoyed all the glory and wealth, but were greedy and cowardly. Few of them were truly brave and fearless enough to sacrifice for the empire.

If the empire wasn't so huge and ruling the entire human empire required a noble like Cornwall, Kester wouldn't mind using his own bolter to help him fulfill his loyalty to the empire in advance.

On the other hand, Pex in front of him was very calm. From the moment he started describing how bad the situation was, he remained calm and his expression barely changed.

According to his resume, he was previously the captain of an Imperial Moon-class cruiser. While monitoring the Orc star field, he was unexpectedly ambushed and attacked by Orcs.

Miraculously, he not only escaped the orc ambush, but also successfully escaped with some people and uncovered the conspiracy of the cruiser being infiltrated by genestealers.

After being urgently appointed as the galaxy commander by the Military Affairs Department, Pex also worked diligently to improve the galaxy's defense capabilities. In order to eliminate the hidden dangers of the greenskins, he personally led an expedition to attack the greenskins who crashed on Oronia IV.

This is an excellent imperial soldier, but the problem is that he is too excellent! If he hadn't read Pex's test report, he would have suspected that there was something wrong with Pex.

It would be best if there are no problems. Being able to work with such outstanding imperial soldiers will make the difficult battle that follows smoother.

Thinking of the greenskins, Kester had a headache. Records of this group of green plagues ran through the entire history of the human empire, and no one could eradicate them.

"By the way, how is the spread of the greenskins in the Oronia system? Have they been controlled? If we want to hold out for a long time, we must first eradicate the internal troubles."

Keister didn't ask Cornwall, his eyes were still on Pex.

"I'm sorry, Commissar Keister. The expedition I led did not clear out the greenskins that fell on Oronia IV. They have already multiplied on the planet. I used some methods to reduce their numbers as much as possible, but because they built a fortress underground, the effect was not very good."

Pex said shamefully that no matter from what feelings and perspectives, he very much wanted to annihilate the greenskins on Oronia IV.

Chapter 71: The Collapse of the Southern Part of the Planet

Kester nodded slightly. He was still very satisfied with Pex's answer. Although Pex did not achieve the combat goal, his attitude was good.

Is it so easy to wipe out the greenskins? Just rely on the planetary guards that Pex has trained in the past few months? Even if he leads a powerful Astra Militarum Corps, he has no guarantee of victory without an absolute advantage in numbers and firepower support.

"So what's the situation on Oronia III?"

Keister didn't move his eyes, but Cornwall in the holographic image still wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously.

"The situation here... Although the greenskins have not been eliminated, they are still under control, still under control..." Cornwall said guiltily.

This tone made Kester frown. Generally, when an official of the empire spoke in this tone, it meant that the matter had become so serious that it could no longer be covered up.

"I need the real situation. So, Governor Cornwall, when you say that it is still under control, do you really mean that the greenskins' activities have been restricted and they have not spread out on Oronya III?"

This time Keister looked away from Pex and towards the holographic image of Cornwall.

“Governor, in the future the three of us, together with the Captain of the Astartes, will be the highest command body in the Oronian galaxy. We should trust and unite with each other.

You don't need to hide anything from me. If you tell me the truth now, we can prevent the situation from getting worse. I can also make a few excuses for you in the report I write to the Military Affairs Department."

In order to get Cornwall to confess, Caister softened his tone. This was his experience. If the imperial officials were pushed too hard, they might betray the empire and surrender to Chaos.

Cornwall's expression changed several times, and he was thinking about a lot of things. Finally, he sighed and reported the real situation on the Oronya III.

It turned out that just before connecting with Kester, Cornwall scolded Chuck and began to step up the deployment of defense lines on the equator.

The Southern Hemisphere is finished. Under Chuck's 'excellent' command, the 60 million people and planetary guards in the Southern Hemisphere are all finished.

The tactic of using armored divisions as the spearhead of the attack ran into trouble when the breakthrough plan was just more than halfway through. Endless greenskins came from all directions and surrounded the planetary guards from beginning to end.

All of this was foreshadowed, but Chuck didn't care at the time.

He thought he could crush everything with his iron torrent. His military knowledge was not a big problem, but his understanding of the greenskins was not in-depth. Traditional armies were afraid of being cut off from behind, but the greenskins didn't care.

Yes, he defeated many greenskin troops, but defeating them does not mean defeating them. On the contrary, what he did was more like a signal to all the greenskins.

There are tough spots here! There are good opponents! Another good fight to fight! So a large number of greenskins who were preparing to attack the pioneer city turned south, ready to find more fun.

Don't try to understand the greenskins' way of thinking. They are too waaagh and they themselves don't understand it. Just fighting and having fun are enough.

Not only Chuck didn't think of this, but Iron Claw didn't either. The right-wing troops he sent out were just baits to attract the attention of the shrimps, and he wouldn't feel bad if they were all lost.

Judging from the current situation, this group of baits seems to be about to eat up the main force of shrimps.

The defenders of Pioneer City breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the number of greenskin troops in front of them was decreasing. It was not because they had defended the city and eliminated the attacking greenskins.

Instead, the greenskins left Pioneer City in search of fun. At this time, the population of Pioneer City was less than one-tenth, and there were less than 100,000 combat-capable troops left.

While the defenders of Pioneer City watched the greenskins go away, the besieged planetary guards in the south were watching wave after wave of orcs attacking their defenses.

The Leman Rust tanks, originally used as assault spearheads, were driven into the trenches and used as fixed turrets. The Chimera troop carriers were equipped with engineering shovels in front, digging trenches one after another to strengthen the defense.

A row of Planetary Guard soldiers were squatting in the trenches, many of them had bandages on their bodies and heads, and bright red blood was seeping out.

These soldiers held laser guns and looked ahead with numb eyes, as if they dared not even blink.

The greenskins continued to attack for three days, and the nerves of all the guards were in a tense state. The front of the position was full of greenskin corpses, from orcs to snot monsters, and their blood had penetrated deep into the ground of this land.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the soldiers who were a little drowsy just now instantly became much more energetic. A sergeant holding a sword spit out the whistle hanging around his neck, drew his long sword, and shouted loudly: "Everyone get ready! The greenskins are coming again!"

The familiar waaagh sound came from afar, and a green wave came from far away. The greenskins stepped on the blood of their own kind and braved the artillery fire and barrage of humans, and stepped into this meat grinder again.

Without any orders from officers, the Green Wave was attacked from all sides as soon as it entered the planetary guard's fire range.

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