I am a green-skinned master

The exhausted Kester returned to his front-line command post. He threw his wide-brimmed hat casually on his desk and sat in a chair to rest for a while.

Just now, he personally led the team to repel an attack by the orcs. This time the orcs attacked fiercely, with various tanks, trucks and other vehicles. They used the crude and broken artillery to cover the fire first before launching the attack.

The orcs almost succeeded in breaking through. It was Keister who personally rode on the Emperor's Bane Blade and led two armored divisions to block the gap and drive the orcs back.

An adjutant came in, with scars on his armor and a notch on the sword at his waist, obviously he had also participated in the fierce battle.

"Mr. Political Commissar, today's casualties are counted. On the A3-1 defense line, 572 people were killed, 1721 were injured, and 1247 of them were seriously injured. On the A3-6 defense line, 785 people were killed, 2541 were injured, and 2015 of them were seriously injured..."

Chapter 130 Desperate Situation

The adjutant read for a long time. An ordinary commander might not be able to remember it, but Kester would definitely remember it.

"That's the specific number. I have a more detailed list here, including everyone's name, military status, etc." After saying that, the adjutant placed the list and materials in his hand on Kester's desk.

This is just the number for one day, the casualties are really heavy. Even if the total number of the Astra Militarum Army is as much as 10 million, the second batch will soon reach a size of nearly 20 million, but we can't fight the orcs like this, we really can't afford it.

Gently picking up the list on the table, Keister glanced at the names. There were some he knew, but there were many more he didn't know. Behind each name was a living life, and behind each name was a loyal sacrifice.

Sacrifice... Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the human empire. If there were no sacrifice, the human empire would have survived to this day because of countless sacrifices. One day, this kind of sacrifice will come upon us.

Kester couldn't help but feel sad. There should be a place for him under the golden throne.

"How's things going with Father Carter?" Kester perked up and wanted to ask about the production of equipment and ammunition.

The adjutant laughed. "Father Carter has good news. The city reconstruction is going smoothly and faster than expected. Moreover, this galaxy seems to be very special. The machine souls are more active. When praying to the God of All Machines, the response is clearer.

If this galaxy was in a safe location, rather than within the range of an unbreakable defense line, Father Carter would even want to apply to the Mechanicus to develop this place as a holy place for the cult."

"What about the replenishment of ammunition and equipment?" Kester also became happy. A long-term war is fought with logistics and supplies.

"Yes, the supply volume is 30% more than expected. Our supplies can last longer." The adjutant smiled and placed the report and data in his hand on Kester's desk.

The population and production capacity on Oronia III are not enough to support such a large-scale Astra Militarum for long-term combat. The supplies brought by the Astra Militarum are only enough to fight for about ten years, and the time of persistence will be shortened under high-intensity conditions.

The Mechanicus's transformation of the planet's industrial zones is the only solution that can support a long-term war. The faster the transformation, the higher the production capacity of those forging cities, the longer the Astra Militarum can persist in the war, and the stronger its combat effectiveness.

"If the production capacity is increased at this rate, it will only take three years for the cities transformed by the Mechanicus to be able to supply the light weapons consumption of 20 million Astra Militarum troops, five years to meet the demand for artillery shells, and eight years to even replenish the lost armored forces in large numbers."

After seeing the report and the optimistic data in his hand, Kester became more optimistic. The Mechanicus and Father Carter were really awesome. If the Holy Emperor didn't mind, Kester even wanted to praise the almighty God of All Machines.

Suddenly, the emergency communicator on Kester's desk began to flash an uneasy red light, freezing the smiles on the faces of Kester and the adjutant who was reporting on his work.

After taking a few seconds to adjust his emotions, Kester answered the call.

The voice in the communication seemed very anxious, but only Kester was qualified to hear it, and the adjutant consciously took a step back.

Soon the adjutant observed that his respected superior, Commissar Kester, had become serious, tense, and even pale.

After hanging up the phone, there was no trace of the strong and heroic temperament that Kester once had. There was a look of despair on his face, like a deserter who wanted to escape from the battlefield.

This emotion also infected the adjutant, and his voice began to tremble, "Sir, what happened?"

Kester was awakened by the voice, and his resolute soul returned. He glanced at the adjutant, then bent down, wrote a document on the desk, stamped it, and handed it to the adjutant in front of him.

"Hanks, this is the letter of recommendation I wrote. You will take it to the north and hand it over to the headquarters of the Northern Star Army. I will arrange for an elite team to accompany you."

The adjutant named Hanks took the letter solemnly and placed it in the safest and closest place on his body. "What instructions are there, sir?"

"That letter of recommendation is written for you. If everything goes well, you will be the general of the Astra Militarum and my substitute. If I am killed in battle, you will lead the Astra Militarum to continue fighting." Kester's calm words seemed to be talking about the death of another person.

"!" Hanks' eyes widened. The change was so fast that he found it hard to accept. "Sir! I am not experienced enough. You don't have to be so pessimistic. Although the greenskins' offensive was fierce, we blocked it every time. Isn't everything developing in a good direction?"

"As a general of a legion, you are qualified to know this information. How much do you know about the unbreakable defense line?" Kester's voice remained calm.

"Well, I know some things, but I don't know everything. We have to hold our line of defense, right?"

Kester pushed the documents on the table aside, revealing the virtual display on the desktop. This device is generally used in virtual battlefields to facilitate commanders to command.

And now, a virtual model of the entire Octareus Orc Star Domain and the nearby Imperial Star Domain floated on the display. It was a vast war zone.

"The Orc star region has always been a festering sore on the body of the Empire. It would rot every once in a while, and the pus from the Orc Pirate Fleet would gush out, causing large tracts of the Empire's territory to fester." Kester's serious voice was very suitable for such explanations.

"The Tyranids, aliens invading from outside the galaxy, are now the most serious threat facing the Empire. So an Inquisitor proposed a plan to lure the Tyranid fleet into the Ork star region and let the two fight."

"As a result... this abscess grew into a tumor that could kill the empire. The tumor grew bigger and bigger. In order to prevent it from spreading, Inquisitor Sahansen proposed the Unbreakable Line of Defense Plan, and we are just a small dot on this line of defense plan.

The so-called unbreakable line of defense is actually full of loopholes..."

"Now, we will face our official mission - to use our lives to resolutely resist and slow down the invasion of the Tyranid Swarm Fleet." Kester's voice became cold and icy. "They are coming faster than we thought. We have detected the biological fleet of the Tyranid Swarm. In three months at most, thousands of Tyranid biological fleets will arrive at the Oronia system."

"Thousands of ships..." The expression on Hanks' face was even paler than Kester's just now. Space battleships were not simple tanks and guns. They required the forging world to use all its production capacity for many years to build.

Each of the empire's steel monsters, which are thousands of meters or even tens of thousands of meters long, is very expensive and extremely precious.

Chapter 131 Killing the Alien

"I know what you're thinking?" Keister interrupted Hanks's thoughts. "In the Euronia system, even if the Space Marines arrive, we only have 3 to 4 warships, including all the transport ships and auxiliary ships we have. There are only a few battleships above the cruiser level. Even if the follow-up fleet arrives ahead of time, there will be no more than 10 ships in total."

"With a fleet this size, it is impossible to defeat the aliens. Therefore, we will face a more brutal ground battle. This is why I recommend you to be appointed as general. Even if one command system is destroyed, there is still one, and the battle can continue."

"I..." Hanks just opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Kester again.

"General Hanks, I'm calling you General in advance. I hope you can adapt to this identity better. Later, I will introduce you to the captains of each battleship. The battle will be difficult, and the Empire's battleships are very valuable..."

At this point, Political Commissar Keister was silent for a moment. "In an emergency, I allow you to order some warships to retreat, to preserve the Empire's manpower and to prepare for the subsequent defense."

Hanks wanted to say, "How can I abandon my comrades and the legion and evacuate? What about you, the political commissar?" But after seeing the look in Kester's eyes, he couldn't say a word.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire, and every imperial soldier should be aware of the weight of this sentence.

Seeing Hanks leaving, Keister felt relieved. With the backup command center, he could fight to his heart's content, but he didn't expect that this remote galaxy would become the end of his life.

If I give myself and Father Carter a little more time, I can make the defense of Oronia III stronger, and build all kinds of giant macro cannons and light spear air defense positions...

Unfortunately, there is no if in reality. Kester reached out his hand and wanted to communicate with Pecos through the communicator. This galaxy commander was tenacious and loyal. He used the weak troops at hand to fight against the greenskins in their heartland. He was a rare talent.

At this moment, suddenly some information flashed through Kester's mind. The test reports of the gene thieves, the hive fleet, and the living test all showed qualified, with super strong combat power. The people he had planted suffered heavy losses, and those who were still alive also reported that everything was fine.

This is so abnormal! In such a time of war and scarcity, how could normal people not have any minor illnesses?

While fighting against the ferocious orcs behind enemy lines, the soldiers of the army actually maintained high morale for a long time without any mutiny, rout or rebellion. This is not normal!

That unit is just an ordinary planetary defense force, and a large number of its reinforcements are civilians. How could their will be so firm!

He was too busy, too focused on the battlefield, production and the pressure he was about to face, that he ignored the information that had long been abnormal!

Keister's brain was working rapidly, and all the irrationalities were connected at this moment. No, there was no decisive evidence yet. It was not easy to capture and identify the commander of a million-strong army.

"Guards, notify the Air Force to prepare a Valkyrie transport plane for me, quickly! I want to go to Glory Castle." Kester's style has always been to act decisively.

Two days later, in the Fortress of Glory, the luxurious aristocratic area, Cester was walking in a luxurious private villa with a team of guards, fully armed, and Governor Cornwall followed behind.

"Mr. Political Commissar Keister, why did you suddenly come back from the front line? The greenskins' attack is so fierce, the front line cannot do without you. Is it a problem of supplies and manpower? We can communicate through communications." Cornwall followed behind in a panic, his tone very nervous.

Kester stopped and took a note from the servo skull floating beside him. After reading the data on it coldly, he handed the note to Cornwall.

"Governor Cornwall, you are very lucky. The full body scan and genetic test have proved that your body is still a complete human being." Kester said calmly.

With his eyes wide open, Cornwall looked at Kester in confusion.

"Your niece may not be so sure."

"Cuibis? What's wrong with her? She just gave birth! She's very weak and needs to rest." Cornwall seemed like an outsider who knew nothing.

Cornish continued to ask questions as Tribis's boudoir was pushed open.

Inside the room, two maids were serving Cuibisi who had just given birth. Cuibisi held the baby tenderly in her arms, and nurtured the baby with the softness of her chest against his mouth.

Seeing someone coming in, the maid immediately scolded: "The mistress has just given birth! How rude..." The maid swallowed the word "those who are rude". She saw Kester's murderous eyes and the soldiers with guns behind him.

Cuibisi was so frightened that she hugged the baby and covered herself with a blanket.

"Uncle...Uncle, what happened? I'm scared..." Cuibisi's voice was weak and helpless.

Cornwall didn't know how to answer his niece's question. He still hadn't figured out the whole story. He could only comfort her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The servo skull flew forward, emitting red light from its eyes, and scanned the maid and Cuibis carefully.

The shrill sound of the alarm came from the top of the servo skull. This alarm was like a signal to start a war. Kester drew the power sword at his waist, and the soldiers behind him also raised their loaded laser guns.

The two maids were also frightened, and one of them was shot into a sieve by the laser gun on the spot. The other maid opened her mouth wide, showing her fangs, and roared at Kester, ready to rush up and knock him down.

The power sword flashed, and Kester cut the maid-turned monster in half with one sword.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Cuibisi screamed when blood splashed on her. She was so scared that she kept running towards the bed.

Seeing the corpse on the ground and the maid's fangs and claws, Cornwall was stunned and cold sweat broke out on his head.

"How could this be?! How could this be? How could there be an alien monster around my lovely niece?" Cornwall talked to himself as if he was crazy.

Kester ignored the gradually "crazy" governor behind him. He picked up the sword, walked forward, and nailed Cuibis to the soft bed with one sword, along with the child on her chest.

"Clean it up. Purify this place with fire. These abominable xenos have tainted the Empire's territory. Investigate all those who have had contact with her. Leave no one out. All of them must be thoroughly checked. If there is no time for the check, you can handle it directly. My suggestion is execution."

Kester turned around and looked at Cornwall who was kneeling on the ground and said: "Governor, take a closer look at what your niece gave birth to! We still have a lot to do to stop the spread of the aliens..."

Chapter 132 The Green Tide is Coming

Blood gathered on the bed into a small pool of water, and the body of the 'baby' lay coldly in it, with the same fangs and claws as the maid standing out.

"It wasn't like this before... How could it be like this?" Cornwall seemed to be in a state of reduced intelligence, just repeating meaningless words.

"It was Pex who did it. He was infected by the gene thieves, and now the whole planet is not safe. He lied to you, lied to me, and lied to all of us.

The situation is urgent, Governor Cornwall, I request that the entire Honor Castle be declared in a state of emergency. You follow me and cooperate with me. "

Without using a negotiating tone, Kester walked out of the room after he finished speaking. His guards would take Cornwall with them. The Governor's Office needed to issue many orders, and today was destined to be a sleepless night.

For the time being, Keister really doesn't have much to do about the Pecos in Stone Ridge in the south. Aliens are enemies, and the fight between aliens is also beneficial to the empire.

The best thing would be to temporarily cut off Pex's supplies and personnel flow, so that they and the green-skinned orcs would perish together.

The priority now is to investigate the thieves who may have infiltrated the northern cities of the planet. Fortunately, there should be no problems within our own Star Army. It is so important to have a reliable force at hand at this time.

Sure enough, after a detailed investigation, traces of infiltration by gay thieves were indeed found inside Glory Castle. Adhering to the principle of rather killing the innocent than letting the guilty go, a large number of relevant people were arrested and executed.

Such inspections spread from Glory Castle to all human cities in the entire northern hemisphere, causing a city-wide uproar and everyone was in danger.

As luck would have it, in addition to finding the gay thieves, they also found some heretical cult members. As usual, they were executed by shooting and barbecued.

Which cult doesn't exist in the world of the Empire? Kester didn't think it was strange to find out about these monsters and demons. It would be strange if there really weren't any. That meant something more terrifying existed and covered up everything.

It may be because his niece was infected and he was afraid of being implicated. Governor Cornwall did not create trouble for Political Commissar Kester, but honestly ceded the power of law enforcement and only sent more planetary guards to guard his governor's mansion, saying that he would never interfere with Kester and was very cooperative.

However, trouble still came, this time not from within, but from without. The orcs seemed ready to launch another attack, on a larger scale than before.

As a last resort, Political Commissar Kester had to hand over the task of investigating the thieves and eliminating the aliens to Hanks, and then flew back to the front line again.

On the way, the news was getting worse and worse. Judging from the photos sent by the reconnaissance aircraft, many places in the southern continent of the planet were covered with large areas of green mushroom fields.

Every day, large numbers of green-skinned monsters run out of the fields and rush towards the Astra Militarum's defense lines.

The uniformity and discipline shown by these greenskins made Kester even more worried. Perhaps a new and stronger greenskin warlord had emerged, so the greenskins were organized and the green tide was so terrifying.

The 'new green warlord' Iron Claw sneezed loudly, and the saliva and snot that came out made the glass in front of him dirty and blurry.

"How disgusting, why are the windows of your plane so disgusting?" Iron Claw was sitting in the back seat of the plane. He was so big that the back seat that could accommodate three orcs was filled by him alone.

"Uh, boss, you sprayed that on me." Daifu said weakly.

With a snap, the iron claw slapped the stupid man on the head.

"Don't talk back to the boss, understand!" After scolding Daifu, Tiezhua found that he could not see the battle situation below through the window because of the saliva he sprayed out.

In a bad mood, Iron Claw smashed the window of the plane with a slap, and a large amount of strong wind blew in, making the entire interior of the plane a mess.

Without caring at all about the confused expressions of Daifu and the other drivers, Tiezhua simply stuck his head out and observed the battlefield below in the most intuitive way.

Tiezhua was moved when he saw countless greenskins who had just crawled out of the ground joining the battlefield with a machete and a gun.

"I've never fought in such a wealthy war. It feels so good. The crooked-mouthed guy is really rich! It's great to be rich!"

In excitement, Tiezhua shouted directly to the sky.

Then he retracted his head and blocked the broken glass window with a piece of iron plate.

"The boys are charging so fiercely, so I have a lot of room to display my tactics." Iron Claw directly drew a battle map on the iron plate that was blocking the window.

"The sly boss used the Exploding Squig to attract the shrimp's attention, and then used a feint attack to gather the shrimp's troops together... and then launched a surprise attack to wipe out the shrimp in one fell swoop." Iron Claw said to himself as he drew the picture.

"My main force is here... here... and... The shrimps' artillery and planes are difficult to deal with, and there are also those super-large iron cans. Which direction should I choose as the main attack direction?"