Berndt. Facecrusher is an orc boss loyal to Delica. As an ambitious orc boss, Berndt chose to be a younger brother under Bonegrinder because Bonegrinder is big enough, green enough, and bad enough. Following such a greenskinned boss, Berndt feels that he will definitely have enough fights, and will definitely have enough teeth and waste to earn - and as long as he has these things, Berndt can become greener, bigger, and stronger. Berndt is sure that as long as he continues to develop like this, maybe one day, he can take the super big fist in Bonegrinder's hand and become a new big guy who is even qualified to be praised by other orcs! ⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤ But now, Bernt, who had rushed into the enemy camp and successfully annihilated all his men, found that he seemed to be facing a life-and-death choice... "Hiss, little Oak... I'm greener than you, I'm stronger than you, I'm meaner than you, I have more teeth than you... You either follow me Waaaaagh!, or I eat you..." Looking at the huge, oversized dark green thing in front of him, which exuded a stench that shocked even Oak, and had super strong muscles, listening to the hissing sound of it rubbing its mouth, and feeling the saliva dripping from its mouth onto him bit by bit, making his body sizzle and smoke. Lying in a pile of torn pieces of the kid, Bernt felt his brain start to get stuck, and a lot of things began to pop up in his brain, helping him to judge his current situation - First of all, this thing in front of me must be big and green, and its teeth are cool. The little thing it carries is also green and looks strong. Judging from the smooth operation of it and its subordinates killing my kid, it must be bad enough. Therefore, this thing must be a very Waaagh! thing. It is a high probability event that I can experience great Waaaaagh! by following it. However, in Oak's eyes, the thing in front of him looked like an oversized Hoppy. It was an indisputable fact. It was hard to tell which Hoppy it was. If it was really a mutant Hoppy, then as a cunning and cruel Oak, he should... "I did it! I listened to you!" However, Berndt's tangle did not last long. As he was lifted up by the 'impatient' Hive Tyrant and gradually approached the Hive Tyrant's big, smelly mouth with beautiful teeth, the orc boss decisively chose to kneel first - after all, there was a better choice between being eaten as a snack by a mutant jumper and following a big, green, bad mutant jumper to Waaaaagh! And it was likely to be a very cool Waaaaagh! Every orc knows what to choose, okay? 53. Battle of Marco - Contact PDF
Charge, charge, charge... Chop, chop, chop, chop... Open fire, take off, drop your big bomb, blow the opponent to pieces or blow yourself to pieces... As Abathur successfully used his modified 'big, green, bad' Hive Tyrant to incite the first greenskin willing to follow him 'Waaaagh! ' in a greenskin way, the greenskins in Marco's world seemed to have been untied by some chains, and they abandoned their original Warboss in groups like rolling stones rushing down the mountain, and ran to Abathur's Hive Tyrant to gather. The direct result was that within an hour, Abathur 'peacefully' realized that, although he could still control his Tyranid pawns, his main force had been replaced by a bunch of greenskins who had no way of commanding him and were carrying all kinds of things and firing F2A's everywhere. Moreover, in the foreseeable future, as long as his Tyrant pawn did not fail, the number of greenskins gathering around it would increase! ".....This method I came up with out of nowhere might not be very effective, right?" Gu, who originally proposed this suggestion with the idea of 'try everything possible' and 'make trouble', looked at Abathur with a subtle expression. He could only see some holographic projections of Terran in front of him. He wanted to complain, but didn't know where to start. "Just because you're big, green, and bad can make you a Warboss? Even if you're a chess piece constructed with the Emperor's power?" The Chosen Ones, who felt that this was very green but indeed very contrary to their imagination, rubbed their temples vigorously, trying to get more fancy moves out of their minds - admittedly, this method looked cool, but the Chosen Ones felt that if these fancy moves were used too much, their original way of thinking might turn into green skin... "Let's take that example again, old man Yarrick, he's not big or green but he's very Waaaaagh! Why can't the super Warboss, the big green Tyranid Tyrant, be the one - well, back to the point, Abathur, how long do you think your pawns - no, your pawns and this coalition of orcs can last?" "This involves my blind spot of knowledge. Has anyone among you ever commanded orcs?" After making an estimate in his mind and happily discovering that he could no longer figure out the combat effectiveness of his subordinates, Abathur looked around at the other Hammers, and not surprisingly, received a lot of shakes of the head. ".....Let alone commanding the lively orcs in 40K, we don't even have an orc chess piece. To be more exaggerated, we have not encountered orcs on the table a few times. This question is not worth discussing. Let's get back to business. Silence, how long will it take you to complete what you want to do?" The Commissar sister felt that how long Abathur's pawn could last had become a mystery, so she looked at Silence and turned the topic back to the Empire. Hearing the Commissar sister's question, Silence, who had been scanning the signals of this world at high speed, grinned and made a slightly showy expression. "The progress is very good. I have locked onto two suspicious signals and can handle them within 2 minutes. Liang Feifan, are your chess pieces ready? If my Pai Gu can't 'convince' the Empire in the first wave, then your Douya will have to do it!" "no problem!" ——————————PDF’s temporary underground camp———————————— Drinking water, water purification tablets, portable rations, multi-spectrum drugs, fuel...
Weapons, ammunition, sleeping bags, cloth that can be used as bandages or other things, lighting equipment, power generation devices... In a slightly crowded and stuffy small warehouse, a pretty girl who looked less than 20 years old, wearing a PDF uniform, was holding a list, carefully counting the items in the warehouse under the slightly dim light, and recording them one by one in her notebook. Not far from her, another childish boy wearing a slightly oversized PDF uniform was holding a roll of quick-drying markers of different colors, sticking them one by one on the boxes that had been counted. ".....Compressed granola bars, quantity, twenty-one - huh, counting complete." After counting the contents of the last box, the girl let out a tired breath, carefully stuffed the notebook into the small bag on her waist, and then raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. After she recovered a little, the boy had already finished his work. "Sister, is this all right?" "Okay, that's fine. You stay here and I'll go notify the captain." After using the light source to confirm that she and her brother had indeed passed all the supplies in the small warehouse they had just discovered, the girl, feeling a little relieved, patted her bag and walked towards the small door of the warehouse. However, before she walked out of the door, she suddenly saw a faint green light flashing in a dark corner of the warehouse? "Am I wrong?" After turning in that direction, the girl saw a very quiet darkness. After patrolling around with the light source, the girl and her brother did not find any clues worth noting. Therefore, the girl could only attribute the reason for her seeing the green light to her being too tired from working day and night to count the evacuation materials in the past two days, which caused some visual errors. After instructing her brother again, the girl walked towards the door again. Then, she saw... I saw a long, floating monster in front of me. It looked like a mechanical monster that could not be made by humans. I saw this monster flashing a dark green light that looked like a tomb. And it slowly stretched out its claws towards me... "Wow!!!!" ————————————The dividing line of PDF Captain—————————————————— "As you can see, this small refuge of yours has been completely controlled by me. All of you are under the surveillance of at least one of my servants. If I want to eliminate you, it won't take even a second..." While the girl and her brother were panicking because of the horrible alien creature that suddenly appeared in front of them, the captain of the PDF guerrilla team was facing a bigger "life crisis" - after locking the location of this guerrilla team, Silence simply and rudely teleported a bunch of useless things down and let the leader inside act as his spokesperson. He found the PDF captain and condescendingly gave him the order "The situation in this place is under our control now, you take your people away" - naturally, as a member of the empire and the courageous PDF captain who led a group of people to fight guerrilla warfare with the Orcs, he rejected Silence's "request" without hesitation. "Don't even think about it! Alien! This world belongs to the Empire!" "Ha ha ha ha------" Since Captain PDF did not immediately raise his gun and fire at his chess piece, Silence easily judged that Captain PDF was the kind of person who could be talked to. So, he controlled his chess piece to mechanically "laugh three times" and casually opened a The ball presented the current situation of Marco's world to the PDF. Seeing the alien in front of him telling him that more than 90% of the area of this agricultural world had been swallowed by the greenskins, the PDF captain's breathing began to increase. "Alien, don't try to use lies..." "Whether I am lying or not, you should know it very clearly in your heart. Humans, I admire your courage. Therefore, if you want this world to return to the hands of your so-called 'empire', then you have no choice now." The silence of this statement made his chess piece extinguish the ball in his hand, and a faint green fire began to rise in his eyes. "Make your choice, human. Obey, or...?" 54. Battle of Marco - Personnel Movement "......" In an oversized room that was supposed to be a warehouse and was fairly bright and had solid walls connected to the courtyard wall outside, Nobel sat cross-legged on a mat roughly woven from messy dry weeds. He held his lunch box in his left hand and a fork in his right hand, fiddling with the food in the lunch box anxiously. Even though the food in his lunch box was much richer than his morning meal and he even had a cup of hot coffee next to him, Nobel just couldn't concentrate on his meal. "Captain...are we...?" Beside Nobe, the PDF captain's most trusted soldier also used a knife and fork to poke the food in the lunch box, his face also full of the word "entanglement". After learning that his captain and a bunch of aliens - or worse - surrendered to a bunch of aliens, and allowed those weird aliens to bring them to this place that has not yet been conquered by the green stuff that is wreaking havoc on Marco's world, he has been thinking whether Captain Nobe's behavior is treason? Or a slightly less problematic treason? Or a very serious treason?
Well...even if it really was considered treason, he actually didn't have the courage to do anything to stop the captain. "I... don't know either. Those aliens promised that as long as we obey them, they will solve the problem and leave. After that, the Marco world will still belong to the Empire..." With a tone filled with emotions including fear, self-blame, self-excuse, and shame, Nobe forcefully thrust his fork into a piece of juicy meat in the lunch box, almost breaking the meat in two - and at the same time, his legs were unconsciously shaking slightly, as if he wanted to stand up at any time. "Well, Captain..." Seeing their captain like this, the PDF soldier who felt that he shouldn't have brought up this topic was about to say something else when a strange sound they had heard before came into their ears. Knowing that this meant that the alien had appeared here again, the two PDFs raised their heads and looked towards the direction of the gate, and happened to meet the eyes of several ragged people who walked in. "You are......?" "We were sent here by a group of aliens, and you too?" "Ah...yeah, huh, what did those aliens tell you?" Realizing that besides himself, a second group of people had made the same decision, Nobel suddenly felt a little more confident. So, he began to eat the contents of the lunch box while chatting vaguely with the newcomer in front of him. "Those aliens said they were going to do something, and when they were done they would return the world to the Empire, so..." "Same story - I hope we won't be fooled." As he said this, Nobe took a big sip of the contents of the cup, his tone becoming heavy. "I hope so—although, aliens are not to be trusted." ————————————, the dividing line for the Hammer guys—————————————— "Okay, the third wave is done. Now I'm going to deal with the fourth wave. Liang Feifan, did your Bean Sprout pick up any valuable security supplies that could be of use to the Empire? Weapons and equipment would be best!" Above Queen Rongguang, Jing Jing, who was addicted to the operation of "finding living imperials and forcing them to surrender with threats", arranged his reconnaissance units to continue tracking the imperial remnants he found, while looking at Liang Feifan who was frantically "ploughing the land" with bean sprout chess pieces. Since there was nothing to do in a short period of time, Liang Feifan was so bored that he arranged his bean sprout chess pieces to search through boxes and cabinets in some abandoned areas to see if there were any good things. And the most things he found were - Various foods. "I really don't have any weapons or equipment, but I just found dozens of boxes of food. I've confirmed that they're not contaminated by any weird problems. Do you want to take them?" "...Forget it. The food we sent to them is enough for all of them to eat for more than half a year. Otherwise, why don't you try to get the things you found now to Sossekhi or Balaton? Let the imperial troops have some extra food in addition to the regular supplies. Abathur, how are you doing now?" After thinking for a while, Silence, who felt that the Imperial troops he had gathered on Marco were no longer short of food, shrugged his shoulders and gave the Ribs an order to "send the fourth batch of Imperials to Point A". He then turned to look at the Terran who was supposed to have the most troops among the three of them. My dear brother. "I do not know." Having given up command of his swarm, Abathur, with a look of peace on his face, lay on his almost flat chair like an old man, just short of getting some popcorn and some fat otaku happy water to enjoy. ".....Okay, Waaaaaagh! Tell us when we get something good, and we'll backstab it right away." He walked to the command desk next to Abathur and carefully read the various information on it for nearly three minutes. He concluded that he really had no idea what Abathur's "Green Tyranids" were hitting and why they were hitting that side. In order to prevent his brain from being polluted by the greenskins, Silence returned to his position without hesitation. "No problem. Waaaagh! I'll tell you something interesting. By the way, I remember the greenskins have a tradition of snatching things from their younger brothers?" "......" "It's over. Abathur has turned into a green-skinned old man."
"Waaaaagh the greenskin! Is the force field so terrifying? Even we..." Seeing Abathur suddenly jump up from his chair with an excited look on his face, the Hammers, who felt that their friend had become a "real greenskin", began to sigh collectively. Then, of course, they received a roll of the eyes from Abathur. "Get lost, I just saw Liang Feifan digging around and wondered if the greenskins had anything good! If they dig up something good, can't we recycle it? Even if it's not good enough, we can exchange it for something from Big E?" Hearing Abathur say the word "thinking" without any pressure, the Hammers sighed further. Abathur, who thought this was indeed a good idea, had already controlled his Greenskin Hive Tyrant and stood on the top of a building, speaking in a very Ork tone, and arrogantly issued orders to a large group of Greenskins. "Now, I want the good stuff! Big bangs! Big explosions! Big chunks! Boys! Show me the best you got! I'll eat anyone who doesn't give it to me!" 55. Battle of Marco——STC? A pile of meaningless scrap metal. A few of them looked like they were roughly put together, and they probably looked like weapons. It is impossible to tell what they are originally, and one can only roughly guess that they are strange creations related to spare parts. There were piles of stuff that was basically garbage and had a strange smell. Less than half an hour after Abathur had his Hive Tyrant issue the "Hand over the stuff" order, the orcs swarmed over and very willingly offered the good stuff they had to Waaaagh!, because they had a good time and "agreed" that this big, green, bad guy was the boss. Of course, the Hammers who understood the thinking of the greenskins very well could see at a glance that the orcs under Abathur were not very honest in this matter. Therefore, in order to prevent the greenskins from continuously bringing out a bunch of abnormal things to pollute the eyes of himself and other hammermen, Abathur decisively adopted the operation of killing the chicken to scare the monkey - "You tricked me with garbage, so I ate you." Saying very terrible words, in the 'horrified' eyes of a large group of greenskins holding garbage or even worse things in their hands, Abathur's Hive Tyrant stretched out his claws, grabbed one of the greenskins holding garbage at random, and put the one into his mouth without hesitation - soon, Abathur was satisfied to see that, amid the sounds of greenskins' bones bursting, the other greenskins' faces were all filled with the emotion called 'fear'. "Whoever lies to me will be my next meal." After receiving the points feedback that the greenskins had been eliminated, Abathur asked his Hive Tyrant to pat his belly and Caracara to move his neck. This behavior proved to be quite effective - in less than an hour, the things in front of Abathur were replaced by a bunch of things that looked at least like that. However, although the Hammermen could roughly judge that the things that the Orks sent to their Warboss were no longer meaningless scraps, it was still too difficult for them to distinguish the uses of the things inside. Soon, after watching Abathur's bugs rummaging through the garbage for a long time and finding nothing, the Hammermen all began to lose interest. until..... "This thing looks a bit weird, doesn't it?" Abathur fell into deep thought as he stared at a thing that was half the size of a human being, which was created by his own Tyranids. The thing had a streamlined shell that did not fit the aesthetics of the Warhammer world. The material also did not seem to be a common material in the Warhammer 40k world. "Indeed, this thing doesn't seem to be a product of the agricultural world." The Chosen One, who leaned over to take a look at the thing's appearance, also agreed. "Could it be that some Imperial who came here accidentally dropped it?" Gu spoke uncertainly. "If you ask me, the whole style of this thing is not very imperial. Otherwise, Silence, let you check it out?" The Lich King looked it up and down for a long time, and felt that this thing did not look very imperial in style, so he looked at silence. "Okay, Abathur, put this thing somewhere and I'll send a unit over to decrypt it in half an hour!" ——————————————Half an hour later————
---------- "...So, this thing is a data storage device?" After the Zerg under Abathur screened the messy things offered by the greenskins and determined that there was nothing interesting except this thing with an unusual style, the Tyranid hammer continued to command his "greenskins" to start a new wave of Waaaaagh! . Shortly after the Tyranid chess piece led the greenskins away, Silent Ribs leisurely ran to the place where the things were placed, picked up the thing and started scanning - about five minutes later, the hammers got feedback from the Ribs chess piece. It seems that, perhaps, it is a storage device with a lot of memory, and stores a lot of data that no one knows what it is used for? "From our perspective, this thing can only be a data storage device. We can't tell what the data inside is used for." "I thought it was something good, but it's lost." "Don't panic. I think there must be a reason for something like this. Let's put it somewhere first. When we're done here, we can take it to the Imperials and ask them what it is."