PFC Chapter 680: The First Space Marine to Surrender
Chapter 680: The First Space Marine to Surrender
Chapter 680: The First Space Marine to Surrender
The Hive World of Endin.
Tistyk Hive, Upper Hive area.
Hux and his teammates were still running away in panic. Because they had shown a fighting power completely different from that of ordinary human soldiers in the previous battle, the Reincarnators attracted the attention of an orc leader. While the greenskins captured the entire hive city, they also specially sent a troop to hunt them down, which made the Reincarnators miserable.
The Reincarnations ran on their own, trying to use the complex three-dimensional terrain of the Hive City to avoid the Orcs' pursuit. Fortunately, the Orcs were not equipped with any fast vehicles, and after entering the city, they seemed to be lost in the intricate passages and structures of the Hive City, and they did not catch the Reincarnations for the time being.
The perfect human reincarnations should actually feel fortunate that the orcs chasing them are not from the Snakebite Clan, otherwise the Squig Hounds with a keen sense of smell and the Squig War Boars that can flexibly move through the alleys would find them in minutes.
But the reincarnations soon discovered that something was wrong.
These ferocious orcs, with blue paint on their faces, guns, armored vests, and thick arms, seemed to have an unusual love for "plundering". As soon as they entered the nest city, they began to plunder. Although they had an armed satellite, they were like country bumpkins who had never seen the world, scraping the ground three feet and not even letting go of a screw. Under their meticulous and intensive search, the places where the reincarnations could hide were being compressed bit by bit.
There is no hiding, no avoiding.
They began to try to use some special methods to stop the orcs. The reincarnationists first released several highly contagious and infectious virus aerosol preparations, and found that the orcs were completely immune to these viruses - this result was also expected by the players, after all, this is another alien race in another universe. If they had dissected the orcs as deeply as Master Quinto, they would have seen the fungus-like gene chain entangled in the orcs' genetic double helix.
After confirming that the Orcs could not be infected by the viruses in the Resident Evil universe in a short period of time, the Perfect Human players began to use more insidious and unscrupulous methods: many human civilians were trapped in the hive because they had no time to evacuate, so the Reincarnations released viruses into the areas where these civilians were densely gathered, especially the C virus and G virus, which had the most powerful mutations, and artificially created a large number of mutated zombies, attempting to use these zombies to delay and block the Orcs.
It does have a certain effect.
The C virus and the G virus are the two most mutated viruses. After infecting humans, they can produce zombies with different functions and strange shapes. The orcs had never seen these things before, and they suffered some losses due to their carelessness. However, the perfect human reincarnations overlooked one point:
This is an interstellar war.
Battle Moon did not use the gravity storm to completely destroy the nest city, but sent a landing force, obviously determined to obtain the resources on the planet. After losing the most powerful weapon "infection", in the face of the endless green tide, the claws, elytra, shells and tentacles of the zombies could not pose much threat to the fully armed orcs.
The most difficult thing about the Resident Evil is the invisible attacks at the microscopic level such as viruses and bacteria. The most powerful zombies cannot defeat the modern human army in a head-on confrontation, not to mention the Orks, who were once ranked first among the three evils in the galaxy. The Ork army quickly crushed and destroyed these zombies.
Leaving behind a pile of dirty meat scraps.
Despair is spreading in the hearts of the players.
For players who have more than one reincarnation life.
What is far more despairing than death is:
The Samsara faction they belong to is fucking Orcs!
As soon as the perfect human reincarnation team arrived in the Warhammer 40K universe, they were prompted to be assigned to the "Beast Camp". Although they hated the harsh environment in the hive world, they actually lived a very comfortable life at the beginning - the reincarnations could get assimilation points by assassinating any planetary defense force soldier. The defense of the Tistyk Hive was now empty and was easily destroyed by the orcs. Maybe it was related to the secret sabotage of the reincarnations in the past few months.
But now, after successfully killing the orc, a reminder sound of "deducting assimilation points" from the reincarnation world came from deep in their minds. The reincarnators understood that even if they died in battle now, they could not expect to earn back the assimilation points lost in this reincarnation.
At this time, in an inconspicuous spire in the upper area of the hive, the reincarnations were crowded in this small space, looking at the green-skinned orcs moving quickly on the street below, as well as the fart spirits carrying packages, and whispered:
"We should think of a way to join them. After all, we are still in the beast camp. Even if we are lucky enough not to be discovered by them by hiding like this, we will still lose a lot this time."
A reincarnation suggested quietly.
"Do you think I don't want to?"
Another reincarnation cursed in a low voice:
"The problem is that these greenskin bastards don't communicate with you at all. They just say 'waaagh' and 'waaagh' when they open their mouths. They are like a bunch of morons with no brains but only muscles."
"So what should we do, wait to die?"
The reincarnationist asked back unwillingly.
"and many more……"
Hux suddenly interrupted his companions' quarrel and pointed to a block in the distance:
"Look over there, what is that?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the finger.
Their visual organs were not as enhanced as those of the Space Marines, so they had to squint their eyes and look far away to barely see what was happening in the dark street:
A group of human men and women knelt on the street with their hands on their heads. A bald orc, as thick and fat as a door panel, walked casually in front of the kneeling crowd with a whip in his hand. Alongside him followed a group of jumping green humanoid monsters, all of which had iron rings and chains around their necks - fart spirits. The reincarnationists had seen this subspecies of orcs before.
These fart spirits were baring their teeth and roaring and screaming at the crowd, and what about the fat orc? He was looking at the group of humans with the eyes of selecting livestock. He seemed to be a snot spirit breeder, and with a sharp look, he could select the old, weak, sick and disabled in the crowd. After ordering his green-skinned boys to kill those humans who were not suitable for work, only the young and strong men and women were left. His fart spirits went forward to handcuff and shackle these humans.
"They're capturing slaves!"
A reincarnation reacted.
"What do you mean?"
The other Reincarnator looked at Hux.
"Yes, we surrender."
Hux nodded grimly.
"This seems to be the only way."
The Reincarnator lowered his head and pondered.
"That's a good idea. We can pretend to surrender and maybe sneak into that armed satellite. After we get in, with our abilities... we'll be like a duck in water, hehe."
The more a reincarnator thinks about it, the more it makes sense.
So the reincarnations left the spire, raised their hands, lined up and slowly walked towards the snot breeder. As expected, unlike other orcs, the tall and fat orc stopped his men who wanted to shoot. His small yellow bulging eyes flashed with cunning light, staring at the group of humans who were walking towards him with their hands raised - they all looked like good materials for work. The fat orc swung the whip in his hand and cracked it in the air like thunder, grinning with fangs and big mouth and said:
"Human... kneel down..."
He actually knows a word or two of Low Gothic.
The reincarnations knelt on the ground as requested.
Compared to the assimilation points, this little dignity is nothing.
The fat orc pursed his lips to indicate.
A group of his subordinates immediately rushed forward.
Tear off players' clothes and check their weapons and equipment.
The reincarnations were classified as slaves.
A small incident occurred during this period.
Hux's robe was torn off, revealing his muscular, strong and sturdy body, as well as the iron-gray neural interface embedded in his skin. The surrounding fart spirits were immediately startled when they saw this, and they screamed and turned to flee. This also attracted the attention of the green-skinned boys with guns around, and they turned their guns to point at Hux who was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.
Until it was confirmed that the man had no weapons.
And still kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.
There was a great commotion among the orcs.
Hux's existence even aroused great interest in an orc leader, who rushed back from another battlefield specifically to look at this tall, transformed warrior who was tied up, and excitement burst out in his bloodshot eyes.
"Asta...?"
It spoke in an unskilled Low Gothic tongue.
Throughout the past thousands of years of human history, since the birth of the humanoid weapon, the Space Marine, there has never been a precedent of a Space Marine taking the initiative to surrender to the Orks... no, taking the initiative to surrender to any alien race.
This is really rare.
You have to know that even Chaos Space Marines have no less hatred and hatred for aliens than Loyalist Space Marines. Chaos Space Marines will not surrender to aliens, and most Chaos warbands do not allow aliens to appear in their territory. This is the consensus of all galactic races.
Hux had never received any Space Marine training, and he didn't know why the orcs were so surprised by his surrender. But for some reason, he had made the decision himself, and when he knelt on the ground and raised his hands to the greenskins, he suddenly felt an extremely strong hatred and shame. The feeling of shame, like a concrete pain, grew and spread in his heart, gnawing at his thoughts.
Hux suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Some regret making this decision.
"Snapped!"
The whip hit him hard on the back.
The burning pain stimulated his nerves.
Hux turned his head sharply and looked back.
He met the fat orc's bulging yellow eyes, which were cold, cruel, and full of curiosity - the other party was testing his reaction to see if he would still not resist when being whipped.
Hux took a deep breath.
Suppressed the strong impulse in my heart.
He turned his head back and continued walking forward.
No longer looking at the astonished, angry, puzzled and desperate eyes of the human slaves around him.
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(End of this chapter)