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Chapter 68 On the Naming Style of Greenskin

The moment the green-skinned captain charged into the battlefield, the entire battle began to gradually tilt in the greens' favor.

The difference between him and ordinary orc boys is not only in their size, but also in the powerful waaaaaagh force field that is almost visible to the naked eye that surrounds him.

There was no need for the knock-off shield created by the backpack generator by the tech-savvy kid Gruz. As an Ork who had become enormous after several battles, the invisible force field acted as a protective shield, tightly wrapping around the captain's body and enhancing his strength and physical toughness.

This energy pulsed with every step he took, and even the apostle's bladed cannons couldn't cause him any noticeable damage.

This is the real waaaaaagh, the collective will field condensed by a powerful orc chieftain in battle.

The more excited the captain became, the more excited the orc lads around him became, and the more excited the orc lads became, the stronger the waaaaaagh force field around the captain became. It was a positive cycle, and at this moment, the strength of their collective force field had been pushed to an extremely exaggerated level.

The massive machine gun's multi-barreled muzzle began to spin rapidly, flashes of light erupting from the high-speed rotating muzzle, followed by a barrage of bullets pouring out from the barrels.

These bullets are on a completely different level from the bullets fired by ordinary orc boys. Under the enhancement of my thought field, these bullets also carry extraordinary power, and their penetrating power when they hit the target is far beyond the norm.

The first barrage of bullets swept towards the zealots arrayed in front of the passage. Gauss rifle bullets bounced off the plasma shield, and ordinary orc bullets only made the shield flicker a few times. However, when the Captain's machine gun bullets hit it, the plasma shield burst into a dazzling blue light. The blue surface of the shield quickly faded and cracked, like ice being hit by a stone.

The first Zealot's shield shattered after half a second of bullet barrage, and several more bullets struck his shoulder and chest armor, sending the Templar flying off the ground and crashing into the rock wall behind him.

The crystal array on his chest activated an emergency warp protocol the instant he was fatally wounded. Blue light enveloped the fanatic's entire body, and before he was engulfed by the second wave of bullets, his entire figure vanished in a streak of blue light, warping back to the Christina.

The captain didn't stop; he turned his gun and fired a barrage of bullets at another fanatic.

Worse still, the captain's appearance was not just an increase in his personal combat power; the waaaaaagh force field he emitted acted like a lighthouse, and this amplified power also covered all the orc boys around him.

The greenskins, who were originally being overwhelmed by the fanatics, experienced a significant increase in strength and speed under the influence of Captain Waaaaaagh's force field. They swung their machetes with greater force, and their bullets seemed to be more accurate. Even the knock-off force field backpacks made by the Groz became more stable, and their flickering frequency decreased considerably.

Another fanatic's shield was shattered. Before the psionic blade could even reach the orc in front of him, a heavy projectile pierced through his leg armor. The crystal array activated again, a flash of blue light, and he warped away.

Inside the medical bay of the Christina, the Terran medics were already on high alert.

Each zealot who warped back from a severe injury received immediate emergency treatment. Healing beams swept over the wounds, while nanoparticles and laser scalpels stitched up the gaps in the armor torn by the orc projectiles. The Templars recovered quickly; most of the severely wounded zealots were able to stand up again within minutes and warp back to the battlefield to continue fighting.

However, this cycle of warping, healing, and warping again consumes a lot of energy and general-purpose energy, which is not a mode that can be maintained indefinitely.

Rhodes stood at the tactical platform on the bridge, simultaneously monitoring the battle situation inside the orcish megalith and in each section of the Christina via psionic link. The ghostly figures of the Apostles darted through the passageways, and the blue beams of the bladed cannons relentlessly reaped the greenskins, but the captain's presence prevented the balance of power from completely tipping in the Protoss's favor. Wherever the captain went, the orcs there seemed to be injected with stimulants, their fighting power soaring.

The tactics of fanatics and apostles sporadicly attacking these greens won't be enough to kill them; we need to change our approach.

Rhodes's gaze shifted to the two unit icons that were still lit up on the system panel.

Inside the orcish megalith, the captain with the gold-plated fangs was not just a reckless brute charging blindly. Between bursts of machine gun fire, he caught a glimpse of the crystal towers from which the zealots were constantly leaping out.

"That shiny, glowing thing!"

The captain roared, pointing his massive cleaver towards the crystal tower, "Smash that thing, and they won't be able to conjure people anymore!"

The machine gun's muzzle was aimed directly at the nearest crystal tower, and bullets poured out. The bullet belt, enhanced by the green waaaaaagh energy, was like a long dragon, directly fed into the machine gun in the captain's hand, turning into a rain of bullets that rushed towards the crystal tower protected by armor.

Just as the bullet was about to hit the crystal tower, a sound of matter condensing into form rang out in the air.

A semi-transparent force field unfolded out of thin air in front of the crystal tower.

The shape of that force field was completely different from any shield that had appeared on the battlefield. It was not a spherical shield wrapped around an individual, but an unfolded hexagonal three-dimensional force field wall made up of countless small units. It stood in front of the crystal tower like a huge glass curtain wall. The connection between each unit was extremely tight, and streams of psionic light slowly flowed along the edges.

The machine gun bullets pounded against the force field wall.

When the first bullet hit, the corresponding hexagonal unit suddenly lit up, withstanding the impact. Cracks spread outward from the point of contact, but stopped after only two or three units. The second and third bullets followed in quick succession, shattering more force field units. The fragments of the force field scattered like shards of glass into blue dust, but the remaining force field units were largely unaffected, continuing to firmly block the bullets' path. Although the smaller units on the force field wall shattered under the continuous barrage of bullets, the entire force field wall was never completely breached.

The captain's machine gun fired a whole belt of ammunition, the barrel overheating and stopping spinning. White smoke billowed from the red-hot muzzle. He stared at the force field wall, which had been shattered but still stood, and gritted his gold-plated fangs.

"That's sturdy!"

The captain couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, and looking through the smoke after the firing, he finally saw what was behind the force field wall.

Several small machines hovered in front of the crystal tower, about the same height as an ordinary human. For orcs, whose size far exceeds that of humans, these things were quite small.

At the front of each machine is a semi-circular golden mechanical device with a smooth and flowing curve. Enclosed in the center of the semi-circular structure is a spherical transparent blue energy core. The energy light inside the core flows slowly, providing power to the machine.

"Light Bubble!"

The captain gave these machines names that were concise and clear, in line with the orcs' naming logic—name them according to their appearance.

He pulled a new ammunition belt from the ammunition box on his back, and his thick, green fingers deftly cocked the belt into the machine gun's feed port, completing the chambering with a click.

Then he opened fire behind him, sending the Zealots back to the Christina, before yelling at the gun-wielding kids who had been locked in a fierce battle with the Zealots: "You lot! Stop wasting time with the Lightblade madman! Get over here! Fire at those light bubbles! Blow that wall down first!"

After watching the fanatics who were slashing each other being sent back by the captain, those gun-wielding kids ran over carrying all sorts of weapons, but that didn't dampen their enthusiasm for pulling the trigger.

The barrage of bullets poured towards the sentry positions behind the force field wall from all directions, the spent casings clattering and landing on the rocky ground, quickly forming a thin layer.

However, just as the first wave of bullets was about to pass through the force field wall and hit the target, the Sentinels simultaneously launched a new tactic.

The semi-circular mechanical device at the front of each sentry suddenly lit up, and a semi-circular light blue barrier stretched outward from the front of the device. This barrier was different from the force field wall; it was not a solid object, but looked more like a thin mist suspended in the air, with a texture between water vapor and a light curtain.

The barrier did not stop the bullets; they went in from one end and came out from the other, seemingly without any hindrance. However, the bullets flying out from the other side of the barrier suddenly slowed down, and the sharp whistling sound they originally made turned into a weak buzzing sound, their kinetic energy greatly reduced.

The weakened projectile landed limply on the hexagonal unit of the force field wall, bounced off with a ding, and didn't even leave a decent crack on the force field surface. It rolled and fell to the ground, mixing with the previous shell casings and scattering them all over the ground.

"What the heck?!"

A young man showing off his gun stared wide-eyed. He clearly saw his bullet pass through, but it felt like a tickle.

"Keep hitting! Don't stop!"

The captain slapped the gun-wielding young man on the back of the head with the back of his machete, the force almost making him stumble. "This is our territory! We have plenty of ammunition! There are hundreds of boxes piled up in the workshop! I refuse to believe we can't use up the energy from these light bubbles!"

He was right. In the workshop area of ​​the Orcish Giant Stone, the ammunition produced by those tech-savvy kids was piled up like a small mountain, and the crudely made ammunition boxes were stacked from the ground to the ceiling. Although occasionally an ammunition box would explode on its own due to its poor quality, the total amount was still there.

The captain glanced to the other side, where an Apostle's psionic phantom was drifting through the shadows in the passageway. Two seconds after the phantom passed, a blue beam of light from a blade cannon shot from a completely different direction, striking the shoulder of a flashy young man who was loading a gun.

"And those buzzing heads!" The captain gestured in that direction, revealing gold-plated fangs on his chin. "Send some men to keep an eye on their shadows."

On the bridge of the Christina, Rhodes heard every word the captain said clearly through the psionic link.

Light Bubble, Light Knife Madman, Buzzing Head.

Rod's lips twitched violently twice.

The naming method is really quite outrageous.

But he didn't have time to complain about the aesthetics of these titles, because the captain's tactical judgment was correct. The Sentinel's energy core was not infinite, and the energy consumption when the Guardian's Shield and the Force Field were operating simultaneously was enormous, while the Orcs' ammunition was almost inexhaustible. In time, these energy barriers would eventually give way.

We need to increase the stakes.

Rhode opened the system shop panel in his consciousness, his gaze shifting to the last unit icon that had not yet been deployed to the battlefield. He confirmed and redeemed the unit.

Inside the Orcish megalith, about three passages away from the captain's position, the base of a crystal tower once again lit up with a warp-like blue light.

This time, what emerged first from the light were four sharp metal legs.

Each leg is a slender mechanical structure, tapering to a sharp point at the end. The four legs step onto the rocky ground one after another, each step producing a crisp click, like metal nails hammered into a stone slab.

When the four-legged body stood upright, it was a head taller than the orc boy next to it. The overall shape resembled an elongated four-legged walking mech.

Their color scheme is distinctly different from the gold and blue of the Zealots and Apostles. Their entire bodies are covered with a deck interwoven with deep blue and silver, but what is most striking is the top of their heads, where a round, hole-shaped cannon muzzle is pointed directly forward.

That's the barrel of the phase particle gun.

The orc boy closest to them was wielding a machete and exchanging blows with a fanatic when he caught a glimpse of the four-legged machine emerging from the warp light and paused for a moment.

"What's that?" It tilted its head and looked at it for two seconds. "A four-legged spider?"

The answer was a beam of particle light.

The beam of light shot out from the round cannon on the hunter's head. Without any warning, without any visual effect of charging up, and without any warning sound before firing, it was just a clean and crisp purple light that accurately hit the knock-off force field backpack on the orc boy's back.

The palm-sized metal disc on the force field backpack couldn't withstand the energy impact of the particle beam. The waaaaaagh force field overloaded and shattered the moment of contact, and the disc exploded into several smoking scrap metal pieces that flew away. Immediately following, a second particle beam pierced through its exposed shoulder blade, and the dark purple energy scorched a charred hole at the point of penetration.

The orc boy groaned and fell to the ground, his machete slipping from his hand.

The hunters did not linger in one place for even a second longer.

A dark purple pulse of void energy erupted simultaneously from the joints of the four mechanical legs. The moment the pulse spread out, the outline of the entire Hunter machine became transparent and then disappeared from the spot.

It wasn't an apostle's psionic teleportation, but a direct blink, a short-distance void warp.

In the next instant, it appeared at the entrance of another rock passage twenty meters away, its four sharp metal legs firmly planted on the gravel ground, and its round cannon muzzle turned to the flank of the flashy gunmen who were pouring ammunition at the sentry position inside the passage.

The Void Entropy Energy Shocks fired in succession, knocking several green-skinned soldiers who were pulling the trigger to the ground.

The gun-wielding kids reacted quickly, turning their guns towards the hunter's location and firing bullets, but the hunter vanished from the spot once again.

All the bullets hit the empty rock face, leaving only a few smoking bullet holes.

Meanwhile, the hunters had already slipped into a side passage behind them, emerging from behind a pile of scrap metal boxes and opening fire again.

Flash, fire, then flash again.

The Hunter's combat style is more direct than that of the Apostle. The Apostle uses ghostly shadows to lure the enemy into misjudging the situation, and then snipes them from unexpected angles with precision. The combat style has a touch of elegance and skill.

The Hunter has no ghosts or decoys; it simply uses Void Blink to appear on the enemy's weakest flanks and rear, fire, and then disappear before the enemy can turn around.

Just like those Dark Templars, they give you no time to react, no chance to fight back. By the time you finally figure out where they are, they're already gone.

This is normal, since each Hunter is infused with the shadow essence of Dark Templars, making them more like warriors of Nerazim than machines.

More hunters leaped out from the various crystal towers.

The orc captain's machine gun was firing at a stalker who had flashed to his right, but before the barrage could reach him, the stalker had vanished. A particle beam grazed the brim of the captain's pirate hat, burning a smoking hole in it.

"spider!"

The captain turned his head to look at the hole in his hat, his gold-plated fangs grinding together.

"Annoying spider! And it keeps flashing around!"