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Helbrecht had to admit that he had never imagined that the man on the comm who called himself Steve Rogers could be so tall.

——No, it's not just that, just staring at him is a challenge for Helbrecht. He felt a strong warmth from the bone marrow, and this man named Steve just stood there, doing nothing, and somehow made people want to get close.

He didn't say it, otherwise Sicarius would have agreed.

This matter was brought up and discussed by Guilliman when he was aboard the Macragge's Glory, and he finally concluded that it was a problem with Steve's psychic potential. In other words, he has an extremely high affinity for anyone.

Helbrecht didn't know about this, so he just felt puzzled, and at the same time, he still had some guesses in his heart that he didn't dare to say. On the other side of them, Sicarius, who was the first to join Steve and the others, was leading them towards this side while talking.

"This is High Marshal Helbrecht, my lord. The Chapter Master of the Black Templars."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Supreme Marshal. I'm Steve Rogers, no rank, a soldier." With a smile, Steve stretched out his right hand.

The gesture lasted about four seconds, and Helbrecht just looked at him blankly, wondering why he was holding out his hand.

Sicarius on one side couldn't stand it any longer. He is not a person who likes to see others make a fool of himself, so he coughed lowly and said in a low voice (but everyone could hear his voice): "Supreme Marshal, Please hold out your right hand."

So Helbrecht did as he was told.

Steve couldn't help laughing, he shook hands with Helbrecht casually but forcefully, and explained: "This is... a way of greeting from my hometown, used to express Friendly. I'm so sorry, Supreme Marshal, I forgot that you don't know this way."

"... all right, Steve, sir?"

Helbrecht's tone hesitated, obviously, he still didn't know what to call Steve better. At this moment, his gaze was caught by another person at the end of Steve's line, and that person happened to be looking at him coldly.

How would you describe how he feels now?

It was like being naked being aimed with a bolt gun, or being leaned against the neck by a power sword that had not yet activated its disintegration position—the creepy feeling of dying at an unknown time made the Supreme Marshal extremely out of composure Take a step back.

Steve immediately frowned, but not because of Helbrecht's action.

He looked back at Frank who was standing at the end of the line like an old man,

He glared at him angrily. Frank responded with an 'I didn't do anything' look, only to get a blank stare from Steve.

How can you scare people like this without doing anything?

"cough."

With a light cough, Steve said, "I'm sorry, Supreme Admiral Helbrecht, my friend... has a weird personality and some mental problems, please forgive me."

"No......"

"what?"

"No, my lord." Helbrecht took a deep breath. "You don't need to hide anymore, I am not blind or foolish. You have the size and strength of that lord..."

...Steve hadn't spoken yet, but Sicarius suddenly spoke.

"Speak carefully, Supreme Marshal." There was a hint of warning in his voice. "Silence is gold."

"It's okay, Sicarius, I don't want to hide my identity all the time. What's more, there is no way to hide the identity of the Primarch, is there?"

Steve smiled again, held out his hand again, and waited patiently for Helbrecht's response: "Well, let me re-introduce myself. I'm Steve Rogers, a soldier, and a genetic engineer." body."

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After the brief and embarrassing mutual self-introduction, the most urgent question came.

evacuate.

Eleven minutes had passed between boarding the ship and meeting the two groups of people, and the other orcs were not idiots, they had been bombarding the composite shields of the two ships with artillery fire. Steve's ship will last a long time, but Sicarius and the Black Templar's ship will not.

There are still four minutes before the composite shield is breached.

Their original plan was to kill the old captain within fifteen minutes and then evacuate. But Steve's appearance disrupted everything - although Sicarius thought it was a good thing from the bottom of his heart, their ship might really need some help.

The question is, how to help?

After much deliberation, they did not come up with a solution. The pressing time is one aspect, and there are also their own factors.

Helbrecht and his Black Templar basically didn't care about anything other than killing heresies and believing in the emperor, and they didn't inherit the fine traditions of the sons of Dorne at all.

Needless to say, Sicarius and Laris, who hid aside with an invisible position, did not dare to come out to meet Steve.

As for the Crimson Fists...they're really good at building fortifications and castles, but you can't expect them to settle things in four minutes, can you?

Steve couldn't help but half-jokingly said, "I wish He was here."

A voice answered him immediately: +I am indeed+

Steve raised his eyebrows in a subtle arc.

+ You're not spying on me all the time, are you? +

+Don't make me sound like Tony, I'm not interested in watching what you're up to with a camera, I just happened to see how you're doing...Looks like you need help, Steve+

Even the psychic communication couldn't hide the smile in He Shenyan's words, and Steve couldn't help smiling too. He nodded to Sicarius and said, "You don't have to worry about the boat anymore."

"What, my lord?" Sicarius was also a little confused by this sudden sentence. "I do not understand what you were saying......?"

"Just the literal meaning."

After Steve's words fell, the deck under their feet suddenly felt a strong jolt, and some kind of unspeakable power began to boil in the air, and then spread to the depths of everyone's bone marrow. There was a golden light in Steve's eyes, and his psychic energy was being passively emitted.

…Helbrecht almost screamed when he saw this scene—he had seen many psychics, but who could use golden psychic power? !

That attitude of hating psykers was immediately thrown out of the blue by the Supreme Marshal.

He immediately wanted to speak—but before he had time, a huge tearing sensation began to climb from the soles of his feet to their whole bodies. It was an illusion as if being infinitely stretched, and in the next second, all of them returned to the familiar In the silver corridor.

The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke still persisted, but they were already far away from the battlefield. The Black Templars looked at each other blankly, and even Helbrecht couldn't keep calm, only one of them remained calm.

Cato Sicarius.

The second company commander has also seen many real big scenes. After all, he was present during the defense of Terra, and even fought side by side with the heroic spirits from the past. Being teleported didn't make him lose his mind.

"Win array." He called calmly. "Report the specifics and where we are now."

"The composite shield is 87% damaged, and has not been attacked again, and it is supplying energy to make it repair itself. The current position of the ship cannot be detected, but the orc's psychic position can no longer be detected around. In addition, there are A communication request from another ship that also has stripes, do you accept it?"

"take over."

A pale blue light curtain was projected, and Steve

The husband's face appeared on it. He nodded to Sicarius: "Is everything safe?"

"We are all right, my lord, is this your handwriting?"

"I can't do that, Sicarius." Steve smiled. "In short, as long as there is nothing wrong... Supreme Marshal Helbrecht!"

"Ah! What? Did you just call me?"

Recovering from the shock, Helbrecht immediately showed unprecedented respect. He took a step forward and lowered his head to the light curtain to ask.

"Yes, I was calling you just now... I just wanted to tell you that your emperor's champion is still in our medical cabin, and the cure has not been completed, so he cannot return to the team immediately."

Steve had an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry about that, but we can meet up later. The emergency teleportation sent us all to our respective ships, which were towed out. We're not far from each other, but we're not close either. For the next three days I want you to keep sailing at a constant speed, and we will sail at full speed so that we can catch up with you."

"Of course that's all right, my lord, we—"

A voice interrupted him just right: "—There is a problem, we have another orc to kill."

The voice was sweet but with a sense of fear that came from nowhere. Steve raised his eyebrows and found an Eldar in cool clothes shrinking behind Sicarius tremblingly. Seeing his eyes, he even shrank back.

what's the situation?

Sicarius had an embarrassing smile on his face: "This, this is Laris Hesperax, who is our current partner. Please forgive me, my lord, she is not usually like this... .I don't know why she is so scared."

"You won't be targeted by his spiritual energy!" Liz screamed. "I feel like I've died hundreds of times!"

..."Silence! You shameless Eldar alien!"

Helbrecht was furious, and he had already put his hand on the hilt of Sigismund's sword: "How dare you speak to him in such a tone?! If it weren't for you, you would still be useful to us, I am now will judge you!"

This time it was Steve's turn to be embarrassed, he raised his hand and scratched his face, and laughed twice to relieve the current embarrassing situation: "This, Lady of the Spirit Tribe - I'm sorry, I don't know myself The psionic energy on the body still has this effect."

"I accept your apology." Liz said sullenly, completely ignoring the Supreme Marshal who glared at her.

The latter almost died of anger, his face twitching nervously. Seeing this, his standard-bearer, Efran, and the priest had to rush forward to suppress their Supreme Marshal—it would be fun if he didn't hold down and let him rush up to fight the alien.

"...well, let's revisit the details of the confluence then, but I have a question for you, Sicarius."

The unparalleled second company commander felt a little bit in his heart.

"What is your relationship with this lady...?"

Sicarius replied bluntly: "Partner."

"Really? She's hiding behind you."

"Maybe it's because I'm wearing thick clothes." Sicarius said blankly.

"I am amazed that you have a talent for telling bad jokes, Sicarius. Did Guilliman send you to work with the Eldar? Ah, I remember... before I go He did seem to mention it, saying he was going to work with some Eldar."

"I can't tell jokes, my lord... besides, yes, it was the Primarch who made me work with her."

"That's easy, lady, what do you mean you have another orc to kill?"

Under everyone's gaze, Liz, who had always maintained a terrified posture, told the whole story without missing a single detail. It's like she's terrified that Steve will psionic kill her because she misses a word.

Like her.

Steve isn't stupid either, he can see that the Eldar are terrified of him - and that's the problem, he doesn't want to be scary, and he doesn't understand why he's suddenly Frank's type up.

But he didn't ask, emotional intelligence is very important. This kind of problem can be solved later, the current occasion...

Through the light curtain, he glanced at Helbrecht who was still holding his sword and glaring at Laris, and decided to talk about business first.

"So, where is the other orc now?"

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A three-meter-tall orc is sleeping.

Yes, some people may find it unbelievable to say it-orcs sleep? Aren't they a group of beasts who only know how to kill?

Actually...they're not just a bunch of beasts that just kill, at least not this orc.

It lay comfortably on a big bed that it snatched from a planetary governor's palace, and its dirty armor left countless imprints that could not be washed off on the sheets. It seemed very quiet when it was asleep, only snoring now and then, but no orc would bother it when it was asleep.

All the orcs who dared to do this were torn to pieces by its own hands, and Graka had a serious aura of getting up.

....this orc is named Tearface Graka, and when he's not sleeping, he's a perpetually raging, lunatic battle-crazy--although pretty much all orcs are like that, Graka is pretty much the craziest of them all a batch.

Its original name is Graka, and the reason why it is given the prefix of tearing face is because of an old thing.

At that time, it was still an obscure orc kid. But on a certain day, this orc boy challenged his boss at the time like a bear's heart and leopard courage.

According to the mode of operation of the orc society, it is impossible for its boss to refuse this challenge, otherwise it will cause him to lose his status, and then lose his power. You must know that for the orcs, power is everything.

So the orc warlord Cragg accepted Graka's challenge, and was unexpectedly defeated in the battle, and was torn off by Graka with his power claws.

Like the old captain, Face-tearing Graka can be regarded as a "famous orc" in the entire galaxy.

It once launched an expedition called redwaghhhh to the edge of the sacred galaxy, tore open an Astartes drop pod in the Black Canyon massacre, and killed it before the warriors inside had time to escape. Force killed them all.

The knock-on effect of this was that the squad's company commander vowed revenge on it, but failed. The Obsidian Swords, who vowed revenge, fought for eight days and nights in their home world of Obostilla and Grakar's waghhh army, but they still failed to win.

They were all wiped out.

The leader of the chapter, Midonias, was killed in a duel with Tearface, and was killed by himself. After this battle, Tearface's name was directly on the hunting list of the Tribunal—of course, the Tribunal is now It's gone.

All in all, it's not an easy guy to deal with.

Tearface woke up from sleep, it had slept for almost fourteen hours this time, and the crooked timer hanging on the wall of its room told it this. With an annoyed grunt, Graca stood up, took out a small knife from the weapons piled up on the ground, and threw it directly on the timer.

"Graka hates fourteen hours of sleep!" it yelled. "Graka is going to sleep for eighteen hours! Eighteen! Ah! I'm so pissed off!"

It was unreasonable and roared furiously for a while. After its anger was over, the orc boy standing guard outside the door dared to open the door: "Boss, do you want something to eat?"

Graca glared at him: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long! Find some psionic boys for me, I just had a dream... um... .had a dream."

It raised its hand thoughtfully, and scratched its cheek: "Second brother Mao Mao seems to have said something to me..."

The sentry boy roared excitedly, ran out with the gun in his hand - the reason why he and many orcs joined Graca was because he thought it might be blessed by the second brother Mao Mao!

Its excitement infected the other orcs, too, and the kid had no desire to hide. While it was running to find the psionic kid, it was like a self-propelled loudspeaker, and it kept publicizing that Graka felt that the second brother Mao seemed to have said something to it. Soon, the whole ship fell into a frenzy waghhh stand.

And none of the orcs was aware of it.

Graka is still thinking hard—its mind is too simple, so simple that it can't even remember a sentence. Fortunately, although it can't remember the words, it can remember some pictures. In general, it was a picture of a blue can blocking them, and Graka suddenly had an impulse in his heart.

"Old, boss?" It asked Void in confusion. "I want to recognize a canned food as the boss?"

There was no answer in the void.

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