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Latest website: When the crimson beam fell from the sky, the foundry general Bororis trembled with excitement.

His seven-meter-high mechanical body exploded with astonishing energy because of the tremors. The eight meltdown cannons mounted on its shoulders fired repeatedly, directly vaporizing a big orc death tank under the control of the numerical control core. For the most part, this despicable creation made of broken metal and without mechanical beauty fell to the ground, and the wreckage crushed a group of orcs to death.

"Om Messiah!"

The Borolist-made sound generator allowed his voice to resound across most of the ground battlefield. The forged general roared and raised his six mechanical arms, and strode forward: "Charge, my heroic guard! Teachers! Charge!"

Instead of comms, no binary language, he roared like a berserker on the battlefield in noble High Gothic: "The creation of the Ohm Messiah has reached orbit and sent me revelations! Go, warriors, go! Drive and exterminate these ignorant, uncivilized primitive creatures!"

No one knows exactly how he got the news, but the ever-falling crimson beams wouldn't lie. They have destructive firepower, and the orcs are completely irresistible. Every time these beams land, countless orcs die.

Those timid among them have been frightened and can only shrink in the trenches or under the ashes of their companions, shivering.

Many powerful orcs tried to resist. They drove their armed walking mechas to try to push the cathars and the Mechanics back, and Gogo King Kong, Mao Ge King Kong, or the giant iron tank of death that was more than ten meters high began to fight back. Charge, but before they can aim at the titans of the Adeptus Mechanicus, they are instantly destroyed by the beam.

The melted ash floated in the air full of gunpowder smoke, and also floated into the nasal cavity of Insmara-1-Gama.

She has not yet modified her face, so she has suffered at this time. The cyborg coughed again and again, but still did not let go of the work in his hands. The electromagnetic gun at the front end of a long mechanical arm extending from the back fired repeatedly, and several orcs who were trying to approach the position were beaten into two. Remnants of legs.

A voice rang through their comm channel.

Yinsmara-1-Gama didn't answer immediately, but just snorted boredly:

The speaker sneered again and again:

The speaker gets excited:

"Whatever you say,

idiot. "

Talking to herself, Insmara pushed away a loyal servant and guard who stood in front of her, and the electromagnetic gun fired again, and a huge orc was immediately smashed out of its head just as it emerged from the trench. The battle-hungry loyal servant didn't even look at Insmara, but rushed forward eager for more fights.

They have always been like this-don't be fooled by the name of loyal servants and guards, they are actually technical priests who are too obsessed with fighting. These guys are so fond of shooting at the enemy that they are assigned to the combat branch, equipped with a full range of long-range weapon fire control systems with amazing firepower and melee weapons that are powerful enough to knock back most enemies.

They are also sometimes referred to as Siege Engineers, a name that shows how powerful they are.

But Yinsmara doesn't like them, she has always disliked these people who are too fanatical about something.

She believes that the gaze of the Om Messiah is cold, because she wants to teach everyone to look at everything with a calm and rational gaze. The Forge General doesn't comment on her views, but other priests on the Forge world of Sigmar have a very strong opinion of her.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't like other people anyway. In addition to casting generals, Bororis is a venerable teacher. He has an amiable personality - except when fighting.

Like now.

His growling sound resounded throughout the entire battlefield again, and the gigantic body that had been continuously modified for hundreds of years and reached a height of seven meters made a violent roar. Those reserved air holes erupted with high-temperature steam, giving him a powerful propulsion ability.

Forge General Bororis marched forward without fear, the powerful weapons on his body kept firing, and his raised iron feet caused many orcs hiding in the trenches to be trampled into meat paste. That's right, Bororis never shied away from any battle, he always took the lead and stood in front of everyone.

This is true even if they have dispatched powerful tanks such as Creos and Hongguang Explorer, as well as a total of eight Predator Titans. Bororis would never miss an opportunity to personally kill the enemies of the Messiah of Ohm.

"Forward! My brave and fearless cathars! Forward! Spread the glory of the Om Messiah to these ignorant orcs! Let them experience the doctrine of superiority in firepower!"

Bororis laughed wildly and told a cold joke with a synthesized voice. Many priests also showed smiles. Cannon fire frantically swept across the sky, and the orcs had already begun to show signs of defeat.

Their simple intelligence can't understand why such a destructive power descended from the sky. They only know that the boss is dead, the boss's boss is dead, and the giant mechs are all pulverized, so why don't they run away?

They drove that tattered car, or simply ran on two legs, but they never thought that a group of people and horses had already ambushed behind them.

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"Three thousand meters away from the enemy."

The reconnaissance company commander of Crimson Fist calmly reported what he saw and heard in the communication channel: "I saw a few orc bosses, and a bastard who was taller than them. I am sure to smash its head , can I shoot, Chapter Master?"

Pedro's voice sounded harshly: "Negiate, let them come over. You can only have the right to fire freely when you are one thousand meters away from the enemy."

"Understood - you all heard, brothers, adjust the sniper scope... 2,100 meters away from the enemy, 1,700 meters away from the enemy, 1,100 meters away from the enemy... .Get ready...fire!"

The reconnaissance company commander roared, and the M40/A1 sniper rifle in his hand made a dull echo first, followed by ninety-nine identical gunshots. This sniper rifle specially made for the Astartes has incredible accuracy and firepower, and can even hit the head of an orc directly at a distance of one thousand meters.

There was a grin on Pedro's face, and the lines that had been prepared for a long time immediately began to ask: "Would you like to teleport immediately, Captain Pedro?"

"Of course, pattern array!"

He drew his bolter, the Fist of Dorn ready to strike: "Get ready, my brothers!"

He looked around, the Crimson Fists who had been lying in wait for a long time in the ruins after the orcs ravaged silently stared at their Chapter Master, but Pedro just spit out a cold word: "Attack!"

The sound fell, and a light blue beam descended from the sky, leading them to the center of the fleeing orc line. This is a dangerous move, even the Astartes are likely to be knocked out of balance by the impact of the orcs, and the subsequent stampede may make them unable to stand up and their lives may be in danger.

However, these are all based on the fact that they do not have the technical support from the stripes.

"Activate the repulsion position!"

The outermost company immediately activated it and squatted down at the same time, allowing the brothers behind them to shoot freely. The repulsive stance directly ejected the orcs who rushed or had run away, their heads were still in dizziness, and they didn't know where the cans came from. It didn't last long for them to contemplate painfully, for the bombs and the plasma and the melta ended it all.

Pedro pulled the trigger, and a bolter precisely hit the exposed engine of an orc-assembled armored vehicle. It exploded instantly, turning into a flaming fireball. The orcs on it screamed and were blasted to the sky, their limbs were brutally separated, and blood was scattered in the air.

"Keep firing, Scout Company!" he yelled over the voice channel. "I give you the right to use new ammunition. Don't let any orc leave here alive! If it doesn't work, activate the emergency measures and let the stripes emit orbital beams!"

"Don't worry, Captain, Wenzhen won't have this chance."

The face of the company commander of the reconnaissance company showed a smile under his helmet. He was originally lying on the ground, but now he changed his posture and stood up directly. At the same time, the magazine was silently replaced with a new type of compound magic ammunition.

The magic circle engraved inside the magazine made an inaudible low hum, the bullet was fired, flew out of the barrel, and hit an orc in the head. Death comes as expected, but it is not the end.

The bullet spun and exploded, and the magic circle engraved inside the bullet erupted for a second time, and the low-temperature cold air dissipated in the air, forming an ice wall several meters away, making the other green-skinned beasts next to the dead orc All were frozen.

The company commander put down his gun and sighed contentedly: "Fire, brothers... let death befall them."

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