Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

"Uh, Commissar, are you sure you want to use this thing?" Ryder looked at Yarrick, who had become one-armed. Behind him was a team of soldiers, pulling a small cart with Ughuhad's huge power claw on it.

They were now on their way to Sage Chaos, and Commissar Yarrick hoped that Sage Chaos could help him install the orc's power claw on him.

"Soldier Ryder, I think I have made it very clear. In these difficult days, every piece of iron is precious, not to mention a power claw." Yarrick did not look back, and continued to walk at a faster speed. He had just woken up from a coma, and the first thing he asked was how the battle was going, and the second thing was how the power claw was. He had deliberately cut that thing off and kept it for use. After all, they were very short of equipment, and everything had to be used, even the weapons of the orcs were being recycled as much as possible.

Blue light flashed from the eyes of the gear skull of the Mechanicus, and swept over Commissar Yarrick and his group.

Yarrick understood that this was the mechanical god's gaze on mortals, so he knelt on one knee and waited for the mechanical god's approval.

The light disappeared, the door slowly opened, and Yarick walked into the research sanctuary of Sage Chaos and saw him dismembering the mechanical structure of a killing tank, recording and analyzing it.

"Detected: Flesh."

"Identification: Commissar Yarick."

"Adjustment status: Communication."

The cold mechanized voice sounded, which made Reid shudder. He felt that he could understand why Domixilong didn't like these oil guys at all, and always avoided them.

"Hello, Commissar Yarick. According to my observation, do you want me to disassemble this orc power claw?"

"No, Sage Chaos, I came for another thing." Commissar Yarick pulled the car over and knocked on the power claw made by the orc with his only remaining arm, "I hope you can install it for me."

"" After a long silence, Sage Chaos spoke again.

"I don't think you understand how the orcs' equipment works. Those things are dangerous and unstable, and there is a high probability that they will fail once they are out of the hands of the orcs."

"I understand."

"You don't understand. Do you see the gun on this killing can?" Sage Chaos turned around and grabbed a gun on the killing can with his mechanical arm and showed it to Yarick.

"The ammunition supply system of this weapon is a mess. The ammunition belt is full of bullets of different models and specifications, and there are obvious signs of cutting on the feed port. I can completely guess that the orcs used some other tools to forcibly expand the caliber of the bullet because it was too large to fit in."

"I understand."

The electronic eye hidden under the hood of Sage Chaos stared at Yarick for a full few seconds, "This kind of emotional judgment is not logical."

"But it meets the needs of war."

Using the electronic eye to scan the power claw again, and then scan Yarick, Sage Chaos replied: "About 12.78% The probability of using the power claw is guaranteed, and the internal part of the power claw needs to be readjusted. Your body also needs to be transformed, with a mortality rate of 80.99%."

"Commissar! This!"

Reaching out to stop Reid, Yarrick nodded, "Compared to those soldiers fighting on the front line, this mortality rate is really low and gratifying."

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"Is this considered a completed transformation?" Yarrick was naked from the waist up, feeling the movement of the orc power claw. After the operation, there was basically no good meat on his upper body, all of which were modified interfaces and sutures, full of the rough style of the Empire's wartime transformation.

"The transformation was very successful, but you need some time to adapt. I also prepared a double-linked storm arrow for you, which can balance the weight of your body."

The Sage Chaos used a mechanical tentacle to hang a well-made double-linked storm arrow. These weapons are generally used by the Terminators of Space Marines in the Empire, or directly installed on the arm armor of power armor.

"Can I really pick this up?" Yarrick expressed his doubts. The double-linked storm arrow looked bigger than his head no matter how he looked at it.

big gun ♦

"Your body has been modified to match it. It is no problem to support the weight and recoil of the storm arrow."

Yarrick looked at the electronic eye of Sage Chaos. He clearly remembered that it was blue electronic light just now, but now it has turned green.

Maybe it is a way for the Mechanicus to adjust the spectrum of the electronic eye. After all, Yarrick has seen many mechanical monks with green electronic eyes.

He took the storm arrow and twisted his wrist a few times. It was indeed not as heavy as he imagined.

"What a wonderful technique. Thank you very much, Sage." Yarrick paid tribute to Sage Chaos. In this way, he can go back to the battlefield and continue to serve the Emperor.

Yarrick was about to put on his commissar coat again, but found that the power claw could not be inserted anyway. "Can this thing be disassembled?"

"Of course, you just need to press this button and turn this sacred torsion bar fifteen times to loosen it."

He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to have to fight shirtless in the future. Following the instructions of Sage Kaos, he removed the power claw, adjusted his political commissar uniform, and stuffed it into the In the space left by the power claw, I have to say that Sage Kaos is really careful and has taken this kind of thing into consideration.

Watching Yarick and the vigilant soldiers at the door go away, the Kaos sage turned back and continued to deal with the hanging murder jar.

"It's really interesting, but don't let me down."

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Commissar Yarrick's new appearance undoubtedly makes him the most conspicuous presence in the entire army. No one can ignore the huge and rough power claw, and no one can ignore the storm arrow that is bigger than his own head.

It was another orc attack. This daily attack happened every day. The soldiers had long been accustomed to it, and the orcs also turned it into a good activity for them to stretch their muscles every day.

"Waaagh! After this battle, I'll go back and get some firewood!" An orc boss, holding a huge iron ax, split a soldier in half. He was well protected in the trench by armor plates all over his body. , the laser guns in the hands of those soldiers were completely unable to cause effective damage to him. As for the heavy weapon operators, they had long been buried in the heavily polluted soil and gravel during the first round of Orc artillery bombardment. No one could I don’t know if these guys are still alive.

But this is not important. After all, their defense line is just a small position used to exert a delay effect. Even if it is lost, there will not be much strategic loss. As for the death of more than ten soldiers stationed here ?

Stop being ridiculous, this is the Hive of Hades, this is Armageddon. The daily death toll is hundreds of thousands of confirmed deaths, not counting the residents who died of exhaustion and starvation in factories. The war continues to this day. , the number of casualties in the billions has long been known, but for this planet with a population of 50 billion, they can still bear more.