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After coming into contact with the soul of the Steel Sword beneath its feet, it was clear that it had changed from before.
"What's wrong, Hoffman?"
"Miss Steel Soul hopes we can help her."
"Yes, I know. I would have gone to wipe out the orcs even without her saying so... Wait a minute, Miss Steel Sword?"
“Yes, Miss Lynch, please don’t refer to the Steel Sword in that tone. Ladies should be treated with more respect. This is part of the educational philosophy I received when I was founded.”
Okay, lady it is, it won't affect the overall situation.
Lin Qi thought to himself, and stood there quietly waiting for the door to the dark room to open.
Then, time moved to the present.
A strange smile appeared on Lin Qi's face as he looked at Verona Delkunas, the captain of the Steel Soul and the helmsman of a small merchant ronin family, who was making a crooked Eagle Salute in front of him.
Based on the information obtained above, Lynch believed that this Mr. Verona should be a man with a dignified appearance, or at least one who exudes authority and whose loyalty to the Empire can be seen at a glance.
After all, no normal person would stuff a nuclear bomb into the back of the captain's cabin and sleep with it every day. Even if they knew it was for unforeseen circumstances, the psychological pressure it would cause would be considerable.
but……
This Verona del Cunas not only doesn't look dignified at all, but even gives off a strong sense of a playboy.
He had long black hair and light brown eyes. He was about 1.8 meters tall and had a well-defined but not muscular physique. More importantly, his features were not resolute, but rather revealed a kind of delicate softness.
It's a face that's very attractive to young girls and widows.
Lynch made up his mind, and then he stretched out a hand towards Verona.
Verona swallowed hard, instinctively feeling fear. But thinking of her warship being destroyed under the orcs' attack, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and waited in fear for the future her fate would bring.
Finally, a large hand patted him on the shoulder, followed by a steady voice.
"I see."
Lynch said, and then crossed Verona.
"Follow me, I'll take you and deal with these orcs first."
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The orcs are roaring.
As the leader of the orcs who led his clan out of a desolate planet, Scareye has always been quite proud of his achievements.
On the planet of his origin, he was the savior of his race. At that time, he led a few dozen people from the most remote and desolate lands of the planet, gradually growing to tens of thousands and even hundreds of thousands. Then, he personally cut off the head of the giant king of those shrimps, took his armor and weapons, and used the great ship made by the Great Technique to successfully enter the starry sky.
He and his boys raced through the starry sky. Whether they were shrimps, skinny monkeys, or iron skeletons, he faced and fought them all personally, and until the last battle, he had not been defeated and remained victorious.
However, he suffered a crushing defeat in the last match.
Those shrimp-like guardian giants, clad in green armor and robes, were indeed powerful. They roared things like "Fallen Angels" and launched a fearless attack.
Scarface watched as his massive ships vanished into the void, turning into dazzling fireworks, while his men were killed one by one in the giants' boarding battles. Finally, in a one-on-one duel, a giant resembling himself from the planet of origin slashed off his arm and stole his first trophy.
The remaining henchmen rescued Scarface and took him to another ship. With the trophy in hand, the giants' attacks slowed down considerably, giving him the opportunity to enter the warp and successfully escape under the protection of Brother Gou Mao.
And then, time came to the present.
With only one ship and a few thousand men, Scarface decisively began plundering the small boats of the lesser comrades. He firmly believed that he would eventually rise to power again. Since Brother Mao hadn't taken his life, he would surely grant him more protection and blessings, allowing him to take revenge on those green-armored giants in the future.
Orcs don't easily accept defeat. To them, a past failure is merely a prelude to a bigger Waghhhh in the future.
Yes, Scareye firmly believes this, and he does it now.
Gather strength and regroup.
The leader of the shrimp has already fled in disarray. What I need to do next is to eliminate the last remaining resistance.
For example, there are these strange shrimps on the lower decks of warships, which for some reason appear in large numbers and look like shrimp, but have no hair and smell different, along with their strange leader.
The roars of the orcs were incessant. They were unaware that the enemy they were facing had actually changed to a different race—the cunning ones, or as they would be called, gene stealers. These ubiquitous Tyrannical agents had become the last organized resistance force on the Iron Sword, using everything at their disposal to hold off the orcs' attack.
The infected usually carry simple weapons, some better, like a pistol, others just a disassembled steel pipe.
Those pure-blooded cunning individuals used their agility and indestructible claws to leap back and forth among the orcish groups, reaping the life of an enemy with each strike.
Scarface looked at everything before him, and finally, slowly stepped out from behind the boy who was protecting him.
He roared, his massive size and posture clearly indicating his identity among the orcs. The pureblood cunning ones noticed him and rushed forward, brandishing their biological blades at him.
The cunning ones were incredibly fast, as evidenced by the fact that they had just slaughtered a large number of orcs without suffering any damage. However, unfortunately for them, the opponent they were facing today was even faster.
The mechanical claw tore through the air, easily ripping apart the cunning man's body. In the other hand, a warhammer was wielded, smashing the charging enemy into a mangled pulp.
Scarface roared as he charged into the group of thieves, wreaking havoc. Despite losing an arm and his signature weapon, he still managed to maintain his position as the leader and repeatedly robbed small fry's ships, demonstrating his formidable strength.
The orc lads' morale soared, and with a wild Waghhhhh battle cry, the previously stalemate was quickly broken, and the tide rapidly turned in favor of the orcs.
Scarface looked around triumphantly. With the ship in his possession, he was one step closer to his revenge plan.
But at that moment, Scarface suddenly heard a series of heavy footsteps.
Scarface felt a strange sense of familiarity at the sound of those footsteps. He was startled, then turned around and let out an even more violent... or rather, terrified roar into the corridor behind him.
But what awaited him was the flying flesh and blood of a young boy, and a lightning spear blade that came close to him.
The giants of the shrimp, or rather, the Astartes, joined the battle at this moment.
Chapter 133 Return to the Claws of the Stars
Once on the lower deck, in addition to the orcs, Lynch had to deal with an extra group of cunning individuals.
But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. It would be really strange if these ubiquitous creatures didn't show up at this time.
Moreover, for Lin Qi, killing orcs or cunning individuals didn't feel any different.
The orc's body and head were cleaved in two. With each strike of the Judgment sword in Lynch's hand, at least one of the followers of the two gods in the material universe was taken away. Occasionally, some of the Great Devourer's lackeys would unfortunately run into the lightning-cracking spear blades, and Lynch showed no mercy, giving these creatures, who were either human or not, a quick death.
Verona followed closely behind Lynch, not because his speed was extraordinary and he could keep up with Lynch, but because Lynch would deliberately stop after killing all the orcs in a region and wait for this traveling merchant for a while.
Verona also took this opportunity to quickly gather the remaining humans. He was lucky enough to find some crew members and surviving members of his personal guard. These humans, who had been terrified by the orcs, were greatly encouraged when they saw the appearance of a Death Angel. They picked up their weapons and charged towards the orcs with a roar.
However, Lin Qi wouldn't let them easily join the battle. Given his killing speed, each time he finished clearing an area, these people would just catch up and could only attack the orcs who were lucky enough not to be completely dead.
Verona looked at Lynch's back with awe. He had been a little worried after learning that Lynch was alone, but now he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Even the Ultra Warriors and Angels I had seen before were not this powerful.
Verona thought to himself, while also comparing Lynch to Marius Calgar, the Ultramarines Chapter Commander he had heard of and the Lord of Macragge.
His final conclusion was... they were evenly matched.
After all, Verona was just a small-time traveling merchant. Although he had once led his men to do business in the Five Hundred Worlds, let alone witnessing the heroic figure of the Lord of Macragge in battle, even meeting him was a bit too wishful thinking.
Therefore, Verona's comparison is full of subjective ideas. He took some of the stories about Calga and then compared them with Lynch, who is now turning those stories into reality.
In reality, for Lynch right now, to fight someone of Marius Calgar's caliber...
Who knows? Anyway, after Horus possessed him, he had no trouble killing those elite Terminator veterans of the Black Legion.
Furthermore, after Horus possessed Lynch and Iron Man in the last battle, even without possession, he is now much stronger than he was when he finished training on the Explorer King.
Real combat can truly make people improve by leaps and bounds, not to mention Lynch's real combat experience, which can also acquire Primarch-level muscle memory, combat skills, and intuition.
Amidst the fierce sounds of gunfire, Lynch led Verona and the remaining troops to a high platform. Looking down from the platform, they saw a large group of orcs and cunning individuals engaged in combat.
This was the most intense battlefield they had seen so far, with dozens of pureblood thieves and orc boys who were much larger and better equipped. At the very rear of the orcs, an outrageously large orc was roaring and directing the other orcs to charge the thieves' lines.
Finally, the orc charged out on his own, wreaking havoc amidst the attacks of the pureblood cunning warriors. He broke the stalemate and tipped the scales of victory in his favor.
Looking at the sheer number of cunning individuals, Lin Qi gasped in shock.
He glanced at Verona, who scratched his head sheepishly, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his face.
"Sir... cleaning the lower decks costs a lot of money, and these things just grow back after each round of cleaning, so..."
Lin Qi sighed and waved his hand, indicating that the other party did not need to continue.
Verona let out a long sigh of relief, relieved that the matter had not displeased the angels. At the same time, he cursed these cunning people in his heart with the most insulting words and made up his mind to clean the lower deck properly in the future.
Lin Qi watched the orc who was killing indiscriminately among the cunning group and roughly determined the orc's identity in his mind.
“My lord,” Verona approached. “That’s the leader of the greenskins. He’s different from the other greenskins; he’s very clever. He led his men to ambush me and my personal guard, and his strength is far superior to other orcs. If you were to face him, you must…”
Before she could finish speaking, Verona watched in astonishment as Lynch leaped down from the platform. After landing heavily, he transformed into a pearly white bolt of lightning, charging straight toward his enemy.
The battle was as bloody and brutal as before. Verona sighed and ordered his men to open fire to provide cover for the angel. He then led another group to the stairs leading down and immediately charged up to engage the orcs and the cunning thieves in a fierce fight.
Lynch was incredibly fast, so fast that the orcs and the cunning ones didn't even have time to react before losing their lives. One second they heard the thunderous sound of him landing, and the next, a sudden gust of wind swept over them, followed by their heads being ripped off.
Blood flowed on the ground, the corpses of orcs and cunning clowns mingling together.
The advantage of humanity's early defeat in this struggle is now becoming apparent: for Lynch, there are only two things left to do.
The first thing he did was brandish his weapon.
The second thing was to charge forward without hesitation.
His body was smashed to pieces, his stomach ripped open by the power spear, his internal organs spilling out onto the ground. After slicing the three orc boys who charged at him in half at the waist, Lin Qi looked at the largest orc leader and, without much hesitation, rushed over.
The orc leader's reaction speed was obviously not fast enough. He only reacted when Lynch had already swung his power spear and the blade was close to his neck.
It let out a tremendous roar, fueled by the fear of impending death. Just before its head was severed, it moved its mechanical claws, using them to block the path of the powered spear.
Logically speaking, a mechanical claw that looks crudely made, completely fails to meet the requirements and concepts of proper prosthetic limb manufacturing, and has a lot of meaningless decorations and paintwork on its surface, is completely unable to compete with a master-level precision-engineered power weapon made by the great sage of the Cult of Mechanics.
The moment they make contact, the mechanical claw should be reduced to two useless pieces of scrap metal, like butter being cut by a hot knife.
However, with the appearance of an invisible force field in the psionic vision, the mechanical claw miraculously withstood the attack of Judgment. A hint of joy visibly appeared on the ferocious face of the orc leader, and then he roared, unleashing tremendous power from his body, forcefully pushing Lin Qi several steps away from him.
Lin Qi looked at the orc and blinked.
Damn, what a load of crap!
He immediately understood what was going on. This orc had most likely been blessed by the orc gods, namely, Brother Gao and Brother Mao. The Wgahhhh force field on his body was incredibly powerful compared to other orcs.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Qi looked at the orc, his expression turning serious.
It's just a matter of Mao's selection. Although he pushed me away just now, it was because I didn't react in time and didn't have time to exert my strength.
Do you really think every orc is an exception like the Bonecrusher? Sorry, Primarch-level orcs haven't appeared since ten thousand years ago.
Although I am not the original body, but...