PFC Chapter 212: The news is changing rapidly
Chapter 212: The news is changing rapidly
"Report to the Goff clan - the Ork warrior - the one who crushes bones and scatters ashes - General Takla Vardi Most!
The Blue Shield in Xiami City was destroyed. The large fleet had already released half of the airdrop capsules, but encountered stubborn resistance from the surviving Xiami troops.
Also, the frontline troops are retreating towards the city. Our mobile forces are being closely watched by the enemy, and many convoys have lost contact."
The orc communicator yelled.
Most, who was nearly four meters tall behind him, walked slowly and every time he moved a step, the deck made a "dong dong" sound.
The other party used a huge claw to scratch the metal chin, and then sparks appeared.
"I think after we occupy the entire planet, it will be easy to build a few jumping cars. Let the large fleet go to other small cities to deploy orc boys.
In addition to fighting to make the boys grow strong, they immediately collect supplies to build new warships. There are so many boys on the ship that they can't accommodate them all.
Let Stark's great skill master take action. If you want to fight against the old one-eyed man, you must have at least one hundred main battleships like the Shrimp Must Die!
"Just beat them all up and let them grow back. Go down and beat them hard! Beat them up for... two months first!"
Most roared in a muffled voice, then stood in front of the communicator and held up three fingers.
"Yes! General Most!"
...
Tigos looked at the crashed merchant ship, which plunged into the ground in flames. The mushroom cloud was clearly visible dozens of kilometers away.
He hoped that the people on the ship would control the ship towards the orcs before they died, because in this way their sacrifice would be more worthwhile.
Although no more airdrop pods were being dropped into the city, Tigos became even more worried as he watched the orc fleet begin to move away.
Although other urban areas are also on high alert, it is clear from what has happened in the past two or three days that the outcome will definitely not be optimistic.
"Headhunting! The radio is disconnected!"
The hurried voice of the communicator interrupted his thoughts.
"What's going on? It's the walkie-talkie..."
Tigos' words came to an abrupt halt, because at this moment he suddenly found himself in a strange space.
The surrounding area was pitch black, but unexpectedly his teammates were also standing next to him. They looked at each other and saw surprise in their eyes.
Looking around, Tigos discovered that not only himself, but thousands of other warriors had also come to this strange space.
Two silk threads extended out in the air, and following the threads, Tigos realized that it was Scott, one of the leaders of the sect, and the other thread was Debra, the bishop of the state religion.
Although they were thousands of meters apart, Tigos felt as if the other person was standing next to him. The other person knew his thoughts, and he also understood the other person's thoughts.
Although it was a pitch-black place, Tigos knew that Scott was standing on the city wall with an orc with a skull cut open lying at his feet.
Debra remained kneeling on one knee in a praying posture, holding up a scepter as if she was delivering a message.
He suddenly seemed to understand something. He had heard Archbishop Debra talk about an ability that could connect everyone's thoughts, an aggregate of collective consciousness, the will of the hive!
'The nest tower has been destroyed, and I can't contact Chief Bagge. Activating the hive mind is a double-edged sword, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.
We have no advantage in fighting the orcs outside. Since the fleet has left, we will return to the city and use the ruins to consume the orcs' ground forces!'
Debra's voice rang out in her mind. In an instant, all the events that had happened were systematically summarized in the minds of the three node creatures. The subsequent plans were also integrated and generated in the minds of the three node creatures.
'action!'
At Debra's command, the dark space faded away, but the feeling of connection did not disappear.
This time, Tigos felt the connection with his teammates around him. They were like symbiotes. He didn't need to communicate verbally. He only needed to think in his mind and the other party would be able to receive his thoughts.
As the surrounding Atlan Jackals approached, more and more threads connected to Tigos.
Emotions surged like an ocean: excitement, nervousness, confusion, happiness, lamentation, and sadness. Tigos shook his head and roared.
His emotions were transmitted directly to every living being connected to him.
'For the Four-Armed Emperor!'
...
"Haven't you contacted the Zakli Think Tank yet?"
The priest said as he looked at the star map. It was already 0308.151.M42. Three days had passed since Zachley and the others lost contact.
"Reporting to the commander, the choir has found the subspace projection of the think tank, but due to the influence of the hive mind, it is temporarily unable to contact it." said the communicator.
The priest frowned, and everyone present was a little nervous. No one expected that the city's void shield system would collapse so quickly.
The entire nest was destroyed in an instant. If everyone hadn't held back Captain Garcia of the Eighth Company, the other side would have jumped onto the Orc warship long ago.
Lord of Execution, Captain of the Eighth Company
"What about Lin Heng? Isn't Lin Heng also a psychic? Did the choir try to contact him?"
"The choir said they couldn't find it."
“Can’t find it?!”
Everyone was shocked. As a race, humans all have psychic powers, and except for those with negative energy, everyone will have a projection in the subspace.
Once the projection disappears, it means the other party's death to a large extent. The priest did not dare to think too much about it and only hoped that Lin Heng was just a small part, a very small part.
"Oh!"
Garcia slammed his fists on the table, looked up and shouted:
"The orc warships have been divided into several fleets. There are only two light cruisers and three frigates around the ship where Moster is.
In our current situation, we can completely break through the enemy's firepower network and directly board them to implement the decapitation plan.
If we really wait until these orcs show up, then the entire Noshimo planet will belong to them! Captain John, Pastor Caesar, and other brothers, let's not wait any longer!"
Everyone understood what Garcia meant. The two think tank members were probably in great danger. Now the orc fleet was divided into several groups, which was perfect for launching an attack.
"Brothers from various companies can't wait any longer. The news about the great primarch is on that damned orc. As long as we succeed in taking it down, we will have the information.
The glory of recovering the original body can be attached to you and me, and those so-called crimes will no longer exist. If you really wait until the Inquisition arrives, will you have the heart to hand over this glory! "
Captain Garcia's mouth corners were trembling with excitement, and his heavy breathing showed his turbulent emotions.
The words of the Captain of the Eighth Company shocked every Space Marine. Of course, they were willing to sacrifice their lives for the Primarch. The news was right in front of them, and it would be unreasonable not to fight for it.
The other company commanders looked at each other and knew that their brothers were eager to try. Repeated pressure would have a great impact on everyone's mood.
Captain John and Reverend Caesar looked at each other and nodded. John straightened his back and waved his hand, saying:
"Well, the Eighth Company will serve as the first boarding column. We will board the assault boats and establish a transmission beacon for the Terminator Squadron.
The remaining companies each sent out twenty members to form a Destroyer Squad to destroy the entire Orc ship.
Pharmacist Morton and Technical Sergeant Dean went together. After controlling the target orc, they immediately extracted intelligence. If time did not permit, they would immediately bring the opponent back to the Flame of Glory!
do you understand! "
"Understood!" everyone stood at attention and shouted.
Garcia showed a ferocious smile, then hit his left chest with his right hand with a "bang" and spoke word by word.
"I will not fail the Chapter, I will not fail the Primarch!"
...
Lin Heng had a dream. In the dream, he was walking between steep cliffs. The whistling wind made him sway repeatedly, and he always fell to the ground accidentally.
But every time he saw the dark abyss, fear would always make him retreat quickly, and only when he was far away from the edge of the cliff would he slowly stand up and continue walking.
When he finally walked down the cliff after an unknown amount of time, the silent morgue in front of him made him wonder where he was.
When he was wondering who he was, the corpses all over the ground stood up and shouted his name from their empty mouths.
"Lin..Heng..Lin..Heng..."
"*!"
Lin Heng woke up suddenly, and when he raised his head he bumped into the stone wall with a bang, and the broken stone chips made a rustling sound.
For a moment, Lin Heng couldn't figure out what was happening, and quickly activated his astral vision to check the surrounding situation. Then the memory of the collapse of the nest tower came flooding back.
The city was bombed, and Chief Bag released his psychic energy to force the soldiers in the city to take refuge. This pause left the three with little time to take refuge.
Lin Heng and Zachli had no choice but to carry Bag and run quickly towards the nest downstairs, but no matter how fast they ran, they could not be faster than the artillery attack.
The sound of explosions continued, and the nest tower was soon shattered by shells. The three saw that there was no hope of escape, so they could only work together to support the psychic barrier.
Amidst the rumbling sound, the three were buried in the ruins. It was unclear how they managed to survive in the end. The Zakli Think Tank...
Lin Heng seemed to remember something, and he moved around in the small space and started shouting.
"Think Tank! Zakli Think Tank! Bag! Chief Bag!"
A rustling sound came from the side. Lin Heng quickly looked between the rocks and saw that Zachli's left calf and Bag's right arm were broken by the rubble in the gap.
A chill rushed up from the tailbone to the top of the head. Lin Heng shuddered violently and controlled himself not to think about that terrible thought.
"Think Tank! Chief! Are you two dead or not? Don't scare me! Speak!"
Lin Heng hurriedly dug out the broken stones, and then Zachli's half-injured leg was exposed. Lin Heng stared at the wrinkled wound in a daze, bit his lip, and punched the stone in grief and anger.
"Oh!"
"Hiss...Who...Ah!"