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

As Benglac's heavy ax chopped down the strong door, cracks and gaps quickly appeared. The soldiers stationed at the door could even see the tremor of the orc's ax cutting a dent in the door and then pulling it back.

"Can we really stop this kind of thing?"

"Shut up!"

Everyone nervously aimed their laser guns at the gate. Such a short time was not enough for them to completely dismantle the machine guns of the upper fortress. Many soldiers ran down too fast and were nervous and suffered violent injuries. panting.

boom!

The gate finally fell under Beng Lak's violent attack, smashing to the ground and stirring up dust.

"Fire!" Following the veteran's order, all the soldiers aimed at the door and fired volleys, until all the energy in the rifles in their hands was empty.

But Beng Lak, the "thick-armored" Ben Lak was not so easily defeated by the hot clicks used by these shrimps. He blocked his head with the ax blade that was fighting with the door panel, and his two arms tied with thick iron armor were It covered his upper body and was completely unscathed by the soldiers' concentrated fire.

"Wow, hahaha, you shrimps still want to defeat your 'stomach shocker'!"

It was only during Benglac's roar that the soldiers in the fortress noticed what kind of clothes the orc was wearing. The black and red coat of the political commissar did not fit well and was particularly narrow compared to this huge orc. , the result of being forced into it was that this high-quality coat was torn apart by Beng Lak's strong and powerful muscles, and there were cracks everywhere.

"Here is the throne. These are the clothes of the political commissar."

"He killed the political commissar!"

Beng Lak twisted his neck and felt that his arm was stinging from the heat, but he could still accept this feeling. Then he picked up the ax and rushed in front of the soldiers who were shocked by the political commissar's uniform.

A soldier horrified and raised the laser gun in his hand horizontally to block the orc's attack, but with the help of the terrifying body and the heavy axe, it had no effect. Benglac easily chopped him into pieces with both the man and the gun. Two pieces. Benglac, stimulated by the blood, became even more excited. He opened and closed the big ax in his hand, cutting off all the soldiers who had no time to dodge.

The veteran sergeant's eyes were splitting when he saw the corpses of the new recruits lying on the ground, and he didn't care that he and Beng Lak were half the height apart and slashed at him with a chain sword in his hand.

"Huh? You don't dare to come up and fight even though you're not 'stomach-shaking'?" Benglac casually blocked the sergeant's chain sword swing and pushed hard.

The veteran sergeant staggered back several steps under the huge force of the orc, and the chain sword in his hand trembled slightly. Only he could know how terrifying the orc in the clothes of a political commissar was in front of him, but he would not He retreated like this just because he was a veteran, a coward who survived the corpses of his comrades.

The dead have passed away, and the honor belongs to their souls. They stand on the golden throne to serve the emperor, but what about me? As a lucky survivor, I still suffer from humiliation. The veteran held the chain sword tightly in his hand and stared at Benglac's movements.

Beng Lak, who sensed such a fighting spirit, was also happy. He found another good shrimp who seemed to be able to fuck him to a great extent. Although he didn't look like a macho man at all, and he didn't have any muscles on his body. He looked skinny and skinny. of.

"Very good! You swollen boy, you are so waaagh! I decided to encourage you!" Benglac continued to imitate the "stomach shaking" look, with his hands behind his back and his nose raised in a haughty manner.

"You beast, you even humiliated me." The veteran sergeant saw the orc in front of him chirping and didn't know what he was talking about. Then he put his hands behind his back and glanced at his head with contempt. How could this let him He endured it.

"Ahhhh! For the Emperor!"

"Waaagh! Get Rehmannia!" Benglac also shouted along with the veteran. In his impression, those "stomach shakers" would always do this, just like we orcs especially like Waaagh! Come to Waaagh! Go the same.

The veteran's chain sword cut into Beng Lak's waist and abdomen with an extremely vicious side, cutting the armor piece wrapped around the political commissar's clothes until sparks shot out.

Beng Lak raised his left fist and slammed it down. The veteran quickly backed away without a hit, and in an extremely dangerous way, he brushed his helmet and dodged the punch that was enough to break his head.

"How could you give up? Those 'stomach shakers' never give up! You let me down!" Beng Lak looked at the evading shrimp in front of him, and then thought of those cowardly shrimps who got angry just by looking at them. They just want to run away and pray, they don't even want a big axe, and they vow to use their old fists to teach this guy a lesson for letting him down.

The attack range of the orcs who voluntarily gave up their weapons was much shorter, but this did not mean that the veterans became relaxed when facing this guy. The two fists were waved fast and urgent, and every time they dodge, they were almost dancing on the edge of death. The orcs' frantic fists smashed against the fortified walls, creating shallow craters.

After dodging four or five punches in a row, a fist that caught him in the middle of his dodge came straight to his chest. If this punch hit, his armor and the chest and internal organs protected by it would be beaten into pieces. At the last moment, the veteran could only lift the chain sword in his hand as much as possible and use it to resist the inevitable punch.

Boom! Kara!

The chain sword successfully blocked the punch and sent a huge force to the veteran sergeant's arms and body. He flew out and hit the wall heavily. His two arms hung down softly. It seemed that he had already It was completely severed, and the head was tilted to one side, not knowing whether to live or die.

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"What a useless weakling! I'm going to shock you bunch of useless shrimps!"

The soldiers couldn't understand what the orc was talking about, but that didn't stop them from feeling the orc's murderous intent from his tone and expression.

"Get out of my way!"

The soldiers on the second floor were holding an anti-tank rocket launcher aimed at Benglac.

With a chirping sound, the rocket was shot out, heading straight towards Beng Lak.

"Waaagh! Kill the Emperor!" With an angry roar, Benglac grabbed the rocket fired at him with one hand, then withstood the huge thrust of the rocket, turned it in the direction facing the The bazooka soldiers shot out. The rocket flew erratically to the ceilings of the first and second floors, blasting a crater and exposing the steel structure.

"Hahahahaha! Shrimps! You've seen it! You've seen how powerful my 'stomach-shaking' Ben Lak is!"

Beng Lak's wanton laughter formed a sharp contrast with the desperate expressions under the soldiers' masks. It seems that today they have dedicated their lives to the God-Emperor.

"Hmm. I feel a little tired." Benglac, who was still laughing wildly just now, suddenly fell into weakness, panting violently, and the green skin on his body became pale as if it had faded.

"I'm Waaagh. Waaagh." Beng Lak's body, as strong as a hill, quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, turning into a skinny skeleton in just a few seconds. He fell to the ground.

"what happened to him?"

"I thought I heard him shouting for the Emperor."

"..."

"Maybe the Emperor doesn't want an orc to believe in him."

"I think so too"

"Okay, okay, stop talking. Throw this guy out and burn him. Go and see how the commander is doing. I don't think we can survive without his command."

The soldiers who had narrowly escaped death hurriedly distributed the work and moved the non-commissioned officers to the medical room of the upper fort. The remaining soldiers took welding guns and the remaining steel plates in the fort and began to repair the broken door.