Chapter 70 I'm thinking that I can be the boss

The silver Hammer carriage deck echoed with mechanical buzzing sounds.

The Silver Skull Team, selected to fight on the ground, jogged into the designated position and conducted the final military inspection.

The heavily armored Thunder Eagle gunboat transport aircraft has activated its engines, waiting to be sent to the ground.

The military servant who had been hollowed out his ribs and installed servo machinery slowly moved between the vehicles, using a steely and bare hydraulic tube robotic arm to place the shells, power packs, and fuel pumps in designated locations.

The warship slaves came and went in a hurry, bringing equipment, medals, weapons and ammunition to the original cast Space Marine that was about to be dispatched.

The priest of the battle group marched along the rows of ready-made warriors, leading them to recite the battle group's battle rituals, and pasted the oath paper on their battleships.

The angels of wisdom and silver-plated servo skulls hovered over the warriors' heads, and they carried incense burners that were flowing out of heavy smoke, making the entire carrier deck smog.

The commander of the battle group Opal and the think tank stood in front of the observation stand, watching the final preparations.

A slave wearing a battle robe walked up and said respectfully.

"Captain Iser informed that the Imperial fleet has successfully obtained control of the near-Earth orbit and can be airborne at any time."

"It seems that you will get a war you long for, the leader of the regiment." The think tank said.

"If you do this, I feel like a war-loving space wolf." Opal looked at the war team think tank, and a smile appeared on his firm face. Obviously, he was joking with the think tank.

"I follow the will of the Primarch and fight for humanity and the Emperor. War is only a means we use, not a tool to please ourselves."

"The war that lasted ten thousand years has already made us lose our original aspirations. The emperor created us for peace, but many brothers were immersed in the war and could not extricate themselves. This is undoubtedly a huge sorrow." The think tank smiled faintly, with a little mockery in his tone.

"The Primarch will change all this." Opal said, "We are changing, and human beings are changing. Even if it is just a little bit for the empire, it has already made a good start. Our mission is to help the Primarch continue to expand these changes. One day, the Emperor's dream will come true."

"I hope so." The think tank said that he took out an Emperor's Tarot card, which was simple and unpretentious.

Opal took it over and looked at the card. It was a harlequin card that was fooling the audience and making people laugh.

"The clown of fate." said the think tank.

"What does it mean?" Opal frowned slightly, "Does it mean the fate of mankind or this battle?"

"I don't know, when divination, I thought too much, which made the result deviate. Maybe neither of them, or it may represent both. Prophecy is full of uncertainty, and the clown is the most complex card in the Emperor's Tarot card, representing fooling and fun. Before the performance ended, no one knows whose face is under the clown's mask."

"You should concentrate on predicting this battle, rather than thinking about anything else." Opal put the Emperor's Tarot card made of crystals back into the palm of the think tank.

"Captain, the prayer is over." The priest's voice echoed in the battle group channel.

"Okay, now the conversation about divination is over."

After saying that, Opal ignored the think tank and walked straight to the observation deck railing, facing the band brothers who were about to take action battles.

He pressed the communicator to enhance his voice.

"Brothers." Opal's voice spread throughout the carrier deck, "Once again, we will fight in the name of Lord Otrama and the Emperor."

"In another ten minutes, the fleet will enter the planetary orbit. We will airborne combat, face the damn greenskins, and let us add another victory to the team's record."

Other soldiers responded to Opal in the communication.

They shouted slogans and were full of high fighting spirit.

"For the Emperor."

“For Kiriman.”

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Opal looked at them and smiled. He pressed the rune button on the iron fist, and a ceramic alloy heat-proof surface slid down to cover his helmet.

"One last check, then prepare for airborne."

Opal ordered the contemplators of the armor to confirm basic information such as servo systems, weapons and ammunition, flight package fuel.

Wait until all the prompt runes on the helmet panel turn green.

He stepped towards a gunboat that made a low buzzing sound.

Other soldiers followed closely and entered different gunboat aircraft.

After confirming that everyone has prepared, Opal activates the team combat mode and shares each other's data information.

At the same time, the originally formulated strategic arrangements will be distributed to each team.

Flight routes and war maps appear in the minds and eyes of the soldiers.

"Confirm your mission, brothers." Opal said through the communication channel.

“Confirmed.”

“Confirmed.”

The voices of various teams came one after another in the communication channel.

"Then let's do a big fight and start airborne."

Opal issues the order.

The pilot of the gunboat aircraft pressed the start button, and a slight vibration spread to everyone along the metal bulkhead.

Energy is sent into the propulsion system, and the propeller outlet emits dazzling flames. The huge thrust pushes the huge gunboat transport aircraft and slowly drives out of the carrier deck.

Accompanied by rapid sounds and flashing lights, the huge hangar door was slowly opened.

The Storm Bird Warriors were the first to snatch out. They needed to suppress the orcs' anti-aircraft firepower for the original cast Space Marines and carry out a bombing to weaken the orcs' resistance.

The square Thunder Eagle gunboat aircraft followed closely behind and rushed towards the planet that had been occupied and polluted by orcs.

On the mine.

"Waste shrimp." Orc warrior Uv poked the human lying on the ground with his hammer, muttering dissatisfied.

Another shrimp died, and the boss knew that he would definitely be beaten to death.

They need a lot of shrimps to dig things, and then hand over the things to the technicians. The technicians turn those things into iron sheets and then create all kinds of good things.

So, they can't kill all the shrimps.

Otherwise, you have to dig something by yourself.

Wufu doesn't want to dig things, and he won't get high-end waste and parts when digging things, nor will he have those shiny teeth, nor will he make himself greener, bigger, and stronger.

Oak Orcs will only become bigger, greener, and stronger on the battlefield.

Wu Fu touched the transformed gun around his waist, thinking about the possibility of killing his boss with one shot.

His big gun was a great one.

This big gun is so big, so thick, so strong.

The diameter is so big that it can stuff a sperm into it and then hit it out with a bang.

It can make all enemies cry like a fart.

Wufu took his hammer and hit the head of the fallen shrimp a few times. He was bleeding and failed to wake up, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to save the other party.

The medical treatment of Oak Orc is very simple. Just wake him up if you are unconscious.

If you can't wake up, you're dead.

Wufu often uses this method to save the fallen sperm. With one hit, two or three of them can always jump out of ten.

It's good medical skills.

Wu Fu grabbed Xiami's body, threw it into his mouth, and started chewing it.

The taste is a little worse than Scoogo.

Wufu chewed the body of Xiami, and he walked towards the fortress of war. In order to avoid being killed by his boss, he decided to kill the boss first.

"WAAAAGH, I'm thinking that I can be the boss."
Chapter completed!