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Brutal war.

An inhumane war.

A war that exterminates everything and devotes everything.

Pablo has many prefixes for the word war in his mind. He is not a pitiful machine that has been wiped out by the war - at least he thinks he is not. After fighting, Pablo likes to write his own jokes or think about the things he has never done.

The appearance of the father he met.

Although he has lost the ability to feel family affection, he still likes to pass the time like this.

However, he never thought that one day he would be able to add the prefix 'simple' in front of the word war.

However, in the thirty-seven minutes since the end of the transmission, everything he saw told him this fact.

This is a simple war.

They have never fought side by side with a primarch. Maybe the elders of the parent group have been lucky enough to experience such a scene, but this is their first time. And this kind of battle... It is no exaggeration to say that Pabu

Luo even felt that under the leadership of the majestic figure in front, they could kill any enemy standing in front of them.

——Is it an illusion?

It remains to be tested.

Pablo once again thought of a not-so-funny joke, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He raised his right hand, and the bolt gun accurately hit an Orc who was hiding behind the corpse of his companion and trying to attack in a sneak attack. Its head was beaten to pieces by that shot. This adjective is very useful for the person who was penetrated.

It's a little weird for the head, but it is what it is.

Moreover, there is another fact.

The Orcs were defeated.

Steve charges forward, never missing a battle that requires him, and never falling behind the team. For this man, it has almost become his instinct to stand in front of everyone.

Even if the weapon is changed from a shield to a long sword, this point has never changed.

He moved forward, swinging his sword - power beyond mortals, even beyond the original body, beat in his heart. It was a power that should not exist in the real universe, and the golden flame followed his mind and breath on the sword.

The blade lights up and burns.

The orcs were afraid of the fire, and everything that was not human was afraid of it. They scattered and ran away, unable to even organize an effective counter-propulsion. And their fate actually began when they decided to turn their backs on Steve and escape.

It's already doomed.

The raging golden flames streaked through the air as if they had self-awareness, and any orc in sight was burned to ashes by the flames under this single blow, with not even a single cell left.

"At least this area doesn't require us to call in warships for surface cleanup."

Pablo told a cold joke on the communication channel - once again, he received an angry look from his brother. Although the other person's eyes were covered by the cold goggles of the helmet, the disapproving look had penetrated

eyepiece.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

While chatting, the work he was doing did not stop. Gunshots kept ringing out, killing the orcs who were running from all directions and did not face Steve directly but still thought they had a chance of winning.

The reason why Pablo loves to tell terrible jokes and still serves as a sergeant in the Crimson Fist Chapter is because of his shooting skills.

"...Stop showing off your weird sense of humor." A gloomy voice came from the communication channel. "Otherwise, I will let you stay on the battlefield to guard the next battle."

"Don't be like this, Chapter Master. A sense of humor is an innate gift to me, just like my steady right hand that pulls the trigger-"

Pablo grinned, and the shadow of an orc's upper body that had been beaten to pieces reflected on his retina: "——You have to let me use it."

"Then shut up and talk!" The Chapter Leader finally couldn't stand it anymore and cursed angrily in the communication channel. "Or at least adjust your damn radio settings! You haven't stopped talking for a minute since the beginning of the battle!

"

Pablo curled his lips and reluctantly closed his mouth. This situation has become common for other brothers in the war group. Everyone knows that Pablo Incabrus is an endless

’s broken mouth.

The jokes are terrible, but they still like telling them, and the shooting skills are good...but there is one thing they don't know.

Maybe it's because they are all the same at this point.

That is: Pablo Incabrus was willing to die for his brother.

The moment he closed his mouth, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He suddenly raised his head and saw a silver light flashing above his head. There was no time to speak, but Pablo Yincabrus was there.

What he did at the end of his life saved the lives of the three other brothers closest to him.

He opened the ejection stance on his waist - this new technology can knock everyone around him away, thus ensuring that the shooter has a relatively good design environment, specially issued to non-commissioned officers with excellent shooting skills like him

.

However, I'm afraid Pablo himself didn't expect that the first time he used this thing was before he died.

With the flash of silver light, a huge green figure fell to the ground manically. The ejection stance had no effect on it at all. The blue stance that was supposed to be effective disappeared after a burst of distortion, causing it to step on it with both feet.

Pablo's body, and then it waved the ax in its hand.

“Waaaaaaaagh!

!”

This green-skinned hybrid, which is much larger than other orcs, is at least three meters tall, but the terrifying size that develops to the extreme makes it look taller than it actually is. What's even worse is that its speed

Very fast too.

When the roar resounded throughout the battlefield, and when this despicable and cunning sneak attack had just ended, the orcs had already pulled out its extremely rough body from Pablo's body, which looked like pieced together garbage.

With his chain saw ax, he rushed towards another Crimson Fist warrior.

The latter was still in the dizziness caused by being knocked into the air, but his superhuman reaction speed still saved his life - he tried his best to roll in a circle, and this insignificant circle allowed him to avoid the fatal blow.

Then, the Crimson Fists' counterattack came.

But it has no effect.

The bolts hit the orc's armor one after another, and none of them actually penetrated the armor or hit its flesh. Any bolts that tried to shoot at its unhelmeted head would be destroyed.

The invisible position distorted the trajectory and fell to the side. This strange scene quickly made the Chapter Leader certain.

This is the warboss of the orcs.

"Get away!"

Just when he was about to issue an order, a figure passed by him very quickly, with a golden shadow - and with unparalleled fury, Steve struck the orc's shoulder armor with a sword in his head.

The flaming sword sank a little, but it didn't go any deeper.

Steve narrowed his eyes. This was the first time since he obtained this sword that he had not killed an enemy directly. Because of this, he suddenly realized something.

The huge orc opened its ferocious mouth and said in low Gothic that could torture a person to death: "I knew it! You are just like me!"

It proudly waved the giant ax in its hand, forced Steve back, and then shouted loudly: "Come on! Boss of the cans! Brother Go and Brother Mao are watching me! What about you? The person who is covering you

What? He should be watching here too!"

"Get those troublesome cans out of your way! Let's have a real battle with me!"

For some reason, Steve felt that he saw a serious look on the ugly and fierce face of this orc.

...After a brief thought, despite the strong opposition of the Crimson Fists, he gave the order to disperse, and then stood face to face with the orc boss in the mountain of orc corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"That's it!" The orc laughed with satisfaction. The smile was so innocent, which created a strong contrast with itself. "Come on, canned boss! You kill me, or I kill you!"

Steve didn't answer it - or rather, he didn't answer it with words, but with actions.

The long sword burning with golden flames passed through the air, and was blocked by the orc with the giant ax in his hand. It let out a deafening roar, lowered its shoulders and rushed towards Steve.

, the spikes on the shoulders flashed with dangerous light.

Steve didn't intend to resist this move, so he backed away quickly. At the same time, he raised his left hand violently, and his psychic energy quickly achieved his goal, and the air began to be pulled away from the orc's head.

Steve was very experienced in dealing with such a huge enemy. He knew that he had to restrict the opponent's movements to win. For this reason, he chose to make it difficult to breathe.

...However, something happened that he couldn't understand.

Hearing only a "Waaaaagh!", Steve's psychic energy was instantly expelled. The orc roared again, and it ran towards Steve menacingly, roaring: "Can Boss"

Dishonest! I’m angry!”

What are you doing?

Frowning, Steve dodged the ax it struck. He put his foot on the ax so that it could not recover quickly. At the same time, the flaming sword was inserted into its chest. It was thick but crudely made.

The armor actually blocked the blow again. Not only that, the orcs even wanted to laugh at it.

"Hahahahahaha! Canned boss! I have Brother Gomao protecting me!" It winked at Steve. "You can't beat me! Brother Gomao is watching over here!"

A sense of absurdity made Steve couldn't help but bite his back molars - he even had the urge to swear.

Seriously? What the hell is Brother Mao? What the hell is this nonsense name?

Just when he was about to swing the sword again, he heard a roar that echoed throughout the battlefield. The orc boss laughed proudly: "Look! Boss Can, all my boys are back! Because they know

, Brother Mao is looking at us!"

It's right.

The fleeing orcs were quickly seizing the surrounding high points and standing on the corpses of their companions without caring. They even began to snatch the teeth from the mouths of the corpses of their companions or the weapons in their hands. However, they came back after all.

And he even shouted "Brother Mao".

"Brother Go! Brother Mao! Brother Go! Brother Mao!"

They chanted these two names in unison, and the sound resounded through the sky. Steve squinted his eyes, and his excessive spiritual power allowed him to see some scenes in Mohu. For example, two huge green figures covering the sky, with cunning eyes exuding

And the cruel scarlet radiance.

As if aware of Steve's gaze, they actually glanced at him.

"..."

Gritting his teeth, Steve tightened his grip on the sword in his hand to prevent it from falling off. The fleeting glance of those two...things made him feel great pressure, almost as if he was standing in Nurgle's garden.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that they had no intention of killing him.

"Come on, canned boss! Stop using your despicable power! Stand here and fight me upright! If you win, you have everything! If you lose, I and my boy will attack you.

You’re welcome to the black house and armor!”

This guy hammered his chest boldly, the sound of gold and iron banging together, and Steve couldn't help but smile - he had to admit this.

Rather than fighting demons and traitors, the temperament of the orcs was more to his liking.

"Okay, what's your name, Orc?"

"My name is Turgemo!" it shouted out the name proudly. "Remember it! I am being protected by Brother Gomao!"

"Okay, Turgomon, my name is Steve Rogers...I hope you remember this name too."

Steve raised the sword in his hand solemnly: "No matter what the outcome is, I agree that you are an opponent worth fighting. Come on."

As soon as the words fell, they simultaneously let out a thundering roar.

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At the other end of the galaxy, He Shenyan, who was teaching Guilliman magic on Macragge's Glory, suddenly frowned.

That expression made Guilliman breathe cautiously - in the past eight hours, he had been picked out by mages for various faults more than once. No matter how good he thought he was doing, he always failed.

Shortcomings were found.

This almost made him have a shadow over this matter.

However, this time the mage frowned not because there was something wrong with him.

He Shenyan's mood at this time can only be described as absurd. He has the spiritual power of the emperor and has been connected to the spirit of all mankind. Thanks to this, he can vaguely sense the state of some people.

.For example, Steve on the other side of the galaxy, or Fulgrim who is still on Instvan III.

However, just now, he discovered that Steve was blessed by something in the subspace...

Not one, but two.

Closing his eyes, he followed the clues from the subspace and found that it was the two orc gods that he had never wanted to have contact with.

There is no difference between them and the images of orcs, they are just magnified millions of times. Standing on the chaotic cosmic current of subspace, these two figures noticed his arrival at the first moment, and one of them snorted coldly.

: "What are you looking at?"

"That's right, what are you looking at?" Another asked fiercely. "We don't like to be peeked at!"

...

The corners of He Shenyan's eyes twitched and he immediately exited the subspace.