Infinite Metaverse

Satellite City Outpost.

The sun is shining brightly, the earth is yellow, and the air is scorching.

The war boss, the old lame man, was currently sitting in his super-killing tricycle. He opened a single-tube telescope, squinted one eye, and observed the city gate of the stronghold in the distance.

His huge and muscular body, stuffed into the compartment of an open-top motorcycle, would take up the space of four ordinary orc boys, and his size was second only to the Dreadnought Mecha of the Space Marines.

He is a war boss and a powerful tech master. He is a highly prosthetic Cyber ​​Orc with motor oil literally flowing in his veins, so he needs to carry an oil gourd squig with him to irrigate his shoulders and knees. lubricating.

Once upon a time, the old lame worked as a pilot for an ancient giant on the world of Scarex Six where he was born. At that time, he was just a little lame. It was when this ancient giant was defeated by its Warlord-level Titan opponent. The next second after being blasted to pieces, the old lame flew into the night sky like a dazzling comet. The experience of this moment also ignited the passion for infinite acceleration in the heart of the technician boy.

Now, when he is integrated with the super-killing tricycle under his crotch, the old lame can finally burn gasoline while spewing blood and death from the chariot.

The old lame moved his shoulders, and the sound of the mechanical prosthesis turning was a bit harsh. The Fart sitting on his shoulders immediately picked up a squigg with an oil pipe inserted into it. After squeezing it hard, a few drops of black and viscous engine oil came out. Drop into the gear gaps.

The old lame moved his shoulders again, and this time he felt comfortable.

At this moment, it didn't know that its temporary stronghold had been taken over by humans. It was looking at the distant stronghold gate with greedy and evil eyes, and asked:

"Did you see clearly?"

"See clearly, boss!"

A storm boy next to him replied:

"Big car, super big car, huge, huge, huge, huge, like, like..."

Storm Boy, who was carrying a rocket on his back, stood up and stretched his hands high, trying to describe what he saw and heard, the hugeness of this vehicle and the shock it brought to it.

But this Storm Boy, whose brain seemed to be smashed when he landed, was really lacking in language and vocabulary. He couldn't describe it for a long time. He was so angry that the old lame raised his hand and gave it a slap on the head. The giant mechanical hand smashed it until it was dizzy and cursed. road:

"Idiot, if you can't speak, just shut up!"

The Storm Boy is a combat unit created by the Ork Orcs to compete with the Space Marine Jump Pack Flying Troopers. With a large rocket strapped to its back, it soars into the sky with boundless power.

It's just because of the Orks' poor product quality control, the rocket's reliability and stability are very poor, and the flight direction and landing point are not easy to control. Generally, only the bravest and most fearless Orcs can become a member of the Storm Boys.

Some time ago, Lame Lame sent several Storm Boys to approach the Satellite City outpost to reconnoiter the internal situation. This was the only Storm Boy to come back alive. War Boss wondered if it had broken its head. When explaining what he had seen, he stammered. Qing, so that the old lame couldn't figure out the situation at all.

It decided to take a look for itself.

After thinking about it, Brother Mao was possessed.

The old lame big tech master thought of something.

"Build me a tall watchtower!"

The war boss gave the order. As he spoke, he pushed the technician boys and bastards under his command and urged:

"Ma Liuerdi, go quickly, go quickly!"

…

On the distant hills.

Two companies of Space Marines and two cavalrymen of the Imperial Guard have arrived here and are taking a short rest.

Fu Qinghai stood next to his Bullock-shaped jet motorcycle, holding a data tablet in his hand. Looking at the screen information sent back by the servo skull on it, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Gift crab..."

This Chaos Warband of Khorne…

There’s actually a mastodon tank! ?

Fu Qinghai looked at the huge split-tracked (four sets of eight tracks) armored vehicle faintly exposed behind the wall in the picture, and a faint green light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Five Spartan tanks, three Mastodon tanks.

Spartan tanks and mastodon tanks are exclusive vehicles for Space Marines that were only put into service in the late period of the Great Crusade. They are rare and relatively rare. They are called "tanks" but are actually "troop carriers".

The Spartan tank is an enlarged version of the Land Raider. Because the Land Raider has limited internal space and cannot transport Space Marines wearing Terminator armor, the Spartan tank was developed.

The Mastodon tank is amazing. It is the largest ground vehicle in the Space Marine armor series. The ceiling of the personnel carrier can transport 60 Space Marines at a time, most of a company.

Before entering the Resident Evil movie universe, Fu Qinghai once inspected the Imperial Guard's Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank. It was the largest vehicle in the Imperial Guard's armor series. The Mastodon was much larger than the Baneblade and had the same positioning. Armored vehicles, Space Marines tend to be larger than those of the Imperial Guard.

Take the simplest example:

Emperor's Baneblade cannot be loaded with Void Shield.

But mastodons can.

This Khorne Chaos Warband has only one Underworld-class heavy cruiser in the navy, which made Fu Qinghai think it was just a small Chaos Warband, but looking at the armored vehicles, it is quite a lot - not only is it not poor, there are even some rare items.

Spartan tanks can also be produced by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The mastodon tank is already a serious relic technology.

Fu Qinghai stared at the picture on the data tablet.

At the same time, with the help of a group of technician boys and several hydraulic pushrods, the old lame climbed to the top of the temporary watchtower and looked at the stronghold wall with a telescope.

The "big car" that Storm Boy mentioned was very tall, and part of the roof protruded from the wall. When the old lame finally saw the three huge armored beasts, his pupils instantly shrank.

at this moment.

A battle leader and a great master of technology.

They said in unison:

"I want it!"

…………

Red Sun Machine Repair Gang, although its name is a bit unsophisticated.

But their fleet size is anything but small.

All kinds of modified vehicles are parked far away from the stronghold, occupying a large open space. There are not only single-person and single-seater motorcycle boys, but also all kinds of weird racing trucks: tracked, three-wheeled, six-wheeled and even Jet power... After all, the ordinary Xie Ri clan has no ability to create ancient giant garbage.

The old lame glanced at his rapid monsters with satisfaction.

Wearing leather jackets and goggles, facing the scorching sun and breeze, they were laughing loudly and making jokes rudely, and they were full of orcish curse words. The vendors from the Snakebite clan were sitting in the jumping pickup truck, passing through the middle of the convoy, and were paying their respects to other people one by one. Vehicles peddle fresh fungus beer and delicious squiggly pies.

The boys of the Red Sun Mechanical Repair Gang are not short of teeth.

They are all very rich, and they throw their teeth at the snake bite vendor one after another, in exchange for cups of sizzling fungus beer and pieces of delicious and juicy squiggly pie...

The old lame saw his boys with high morale and relaxed mentality. The fangs on his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked past the noisy motorcycle boys to the other side.

Four strange cars with very low ground.

That's its secret weapon.

Before the ancient giant was built, although the Red Sun Mechanic Gang owned some fast vehicles that favored speed over defense, it did not mean that they had no way to deal with the thick walls of the satellite city outpost.

The human stronghold occupied by the red cans in front of them, although well-defended, is just a stronghold after all - they have no void shield.

Without the void shield, there are many ways to play.

The old lame man smiled "hehehehe".

…

At the same time, on the other side, the leader of the Fifteen Fangs warband, Leowin Ukris, stood on the top of the city gate, glaring fiercely at the group of orcs outside the stronghold.

Come on, come on, fools...

The former captain of the World Eaters thought to himself.

I have a big gift waiting for you.

Behind the city gate, eight Khorne steel bulls were walking around in a circle, twisting their necks impatiently and snoring. From their huge nostrils covered with brass rings, "poof" sprayed out A cloud of brimstone, smoke and fire.

These subspace chaos beasts, tightly wrapped in metal and machinery, are the products of wild Khorne demons captured and processed in the Khorne Foundry. The core is still a demon, but the outer shell is armor. Strictly speaking, it is a kind of demon engine. .

Each Khorne Steel Bull had a Chaos Space Marine on its back, and it took the Fifteen Tuskers a full eighteen Space Marines to tame these beasts.

"Crunch...boom."

The steel gate of the stronghold slowly opened inwards.

"Huh? What the hell?"

The old cripple who was giving a pre-war speech received a reminder from the orc boy next to him. He turned around and saw that those red cans actually took the initiative to open the gate of the stronghold?

Is it a scam?

None of the orcs who can become war bosses are stupid. They have the dual attributes of cunning and cruelty, which are the dual attributes of Brother Go and Brother Mao. The first thing that comes to mind for the shrewd old lame is someone from a red can. A conspiracy.

"Crazy, canned shrimp is crazy, boss!"

shouted a pain boy next to him.

Painful Boy was surrounded by a blood-stained white coat and a crude stethoscope hung behind his neck. He looked more like a butcher than a doctor. He waved a black nail in his hand and said to the old lame:

“Plug this in and you’ll go crazy.”

"Ah..." The old lame understood.

Some time ago, a curious fart was cleaning the battlefield, and all the valuable armor and weapons had been stripped away by the orcs. It saw the nail on the forehead of the Chaos Space Marine, thought it was some kind of usable mechanical device, and tried to Pulling it out, at the end of the black nail, a cluster of finely wound silk threads pulled at the sparse brain tissue and ganglia. The already dead red can twitched again as the nail was pulled out, making the timid The fart was startled.

Curious Goat gave the black nail to Pain Boy, but Pain Boy couldn't figure it out. After listening to Goat's description, Pain Boy followed the orc's usual "I'm thinking" scientific research method and found an unlucky one. The injured patient inserted a nail into its skull - the wounded orc went crazy on the spot, staring with blood-red eyes, regardless of the physical injury, and attacked all living creatures around him indiscriminately.

A nail in the forehead will drive you crazy.

Pain Boy reported the research conclusions to La Lame.

Thinking of this incident, the old lame laughed and said:

"I understand, it's not a trick, it's just that the red cans are tortured so much by the nails that they can't stand it!"

"Wahahahahaha!"

The speed freaks burst into laughter.

"You guys, come with me!"

"Waaaaaaagh!"

Excited howls came one after another, and the speed freaks released the clutch and stepped on the accelerator, and drove away amid the harsh roaring noise of the jet pipe and the choking thick black smoke.

…

"Here they come!"

Leowin Ukris roared lowly.

The Chaos Space Marines on the wall tightened their grip on their bolters - using these long-range weapons will not get the blessing of the Blood God, but they can't care about that much at the moment. If they use melee weapons again, they will be beaten by the hasty monsters. dead.

The Dragon of Smoke is approaching in the distance.

"Here they come."

Fu Qinghai lay on the hillside in the distance and quietly observed.

The motorcycle boys served as the vanguard and assault force in the convoy. The Xie Ri clan was very cunning. Instead of rushing straight towards the stronghold, they sent a large number of motorcycle boys to the front of the convoy, marching staggered left and right, cooperating with each other to create thick smoke, and using motorcycles to The large amount of exhaust fumes and the yellow sand rolled up by the wheels well covered the advance of the large troops. Looking at the thick smoke on the ground, the opposite side would be confused on the spot and not know where to fire.

The local smoke bomb belongs to yes.

Fu Qinghai commented in his heart.

The gate to the stronghold is still open.

There was no sign of closing.

"Ho ho, ho ah..."

Ten disobedient possessed warriors, holding chain axes, stood in front of the gate, their scarlet eyes searching the increasingly approaching smoke, and inhuman roars coming from their mouths.

Khorne's possessed warriors are different from the other three in that their IQs are often severely damaged, so Leowin arranges these rough-skinned guys as bait. Their shoulders are higher and lower, their arms are larger and smaller, their backs are hunched, and their bone spurs and sharp horns pierce the gaps in the power armor and stick out. From a distance, they look like ten red hedgehogs standing up.

"Boom, boom, click!"

The savage roar of the wildly revving engine, the loud crackle of the flames, when you hear these sounds, it means that several explosive artillery vehicles have rushed straight over!

The entire frame of these light racing four-wheelers is nothing more than a few scrap iron sheets welded together. They have almost no armor. However, under the airtight fire blockade of explosive bombs, they drift at high speeds and perfectly evade the bombs. Pass.

"Bang!"

The possessed warrior who was caught off guard was knocked away.

It is inlaid on the wall in the shape of "big".

"Alas--"

The driver of the Explosive Cannon Car tried his best to squeeze out the power, cheering at the top of his lungs while pushing the trembling and screaming engine under him to the limit of speed.

"Da da da da..."

At the same time, the passengers in the car were clinging to the unreliable frame of the car, shooting randomly around with the banger guns and six-shot blasts in their hands. The main gunner on the roof of the car who kept laughing, Operating a huge Gatling machine cannon, he continued to spit out a stream of red-hot bullets, pouring all the firepower in his hands onto the heads of the Chaos Space Marines at the top of the wall, causing clouds of earth to explode on the crenellations. Yellow sand pillars.

"Roar--"

The enchanted warrior embedded in the wall twisted his shoulders and jumped down again. With a roar, he slashed the chain saw ax down, and hit an explosive artillery car that couldn't turn around. The front of the car was pressed down and he was nailed to the original place. On the ground, the rear of the entire car was raised and the wheels were spinning, and it was overturned instantly. Then, along with the screaming driver and passengers inside, the possessed warrior was crushed underneath.

"Zhiba——"

The other explosive artillery cars did not rush into the gate. They drifted in a wide range and splashed sand on the face of the enchanted warrior. Then they drove along the left and right sides of the wall. The farts in the car tried their best to remove the lit pottery. Cans and glass bottles were thrown out, filled with potent scourge oil or low-quality promethium. The entire defense line was instantly enveloped in raging fire, with fire spots scattered here and there, and the smoke was everywhere, making the vision blurry.

The Molotov cocktail belongs.

Fu Qinghai commented secretly in his heart.

Several possessed warriors were full of exhaust fumes and were furious at the convoy's incompetence. The possessed warrior who was pressed under the car opened up the damaged tank and stood up, then swung his ax and chopped wildly at the surviving green ones inside. Leather creature.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, he was severely hit by a modified high-speed car.

"Cluck, knock, knock..."

The iron spikes embedded in the wheels ran over the possessed warrior's face, making a strange noise. The supercharger device on the top of the car swallowed air. The fart in the passenger seat giggled as he turned it off. The flame switch in front of you.

The engine exhaust pipes on the left and right sides of the front of the car spit out two rows of furious tongues of flame, engulfing everything around the tank. The explosive speedsters dragged a pair of fire wings across the battlefield, and the five possessed warriors let out a roar in the flames. Screams of inhuman pain!

If only the Imperial Guard's Cerberus fire-breathing tank could be so fast... Fu Qinghai thought silently in his heart.

"Burn, burn, burn! Burn, burn, burn!"

The passengers in the explosive car shouted slogans in unison. The main weapon of the tank is a giant rotatable nail cannon installed on the roof. Although it is not accurate at all, when it When firing out a large number of half-meter-long blazing rivets that can penetrate power armor at an astonishing rate of fire, accuracy is not very important.

"Boohoo!"

The possessed warrior's body was penetrated.

Long-range weapons did little damage to demons, but the flames remaining on their bodies prevented their strange self-healing abilities - some possessed warriors began to fall.

Like the explosive car, the explosive car did not rush into the city gate. Instead, it turned a corner and circled around the wall, giving the opportunity to hit the gate to the following vehicles.

The two waves of blasting artillery vehicles and explosive speeding vehicles came down, and the defensive forces on the wall had died down and made no sound.

Now that the two appetizers are finished, it's time for the main course to follow... Fu Qinghai watched intently.

"Boom - beep beep!"

Let me go, is this?

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened as he looked at those vehicles with unique shapes. They had no snakeskin maneuvers or turned left and right. They exploded and roared straight towards the city gate opening.

It's a bit inappropriate to call this thing a "car", because they just remove the fuselage of a jet fighter and install tracks and wheels on the left and right sides. The cylindrical thing that provides forward power is essentially the same. The aircraft's turbojet engine and even the canard-type aerodynamic layout on both sides of the nose are still retained.

I’ve seen people put wings on cars, but I’ve never seen people put wheels on airplanes... Fu Qinghai’s eyes were opened.

Jet track car!

The home-made missiles mounted on the wings and the multi-link cannon installed on the belly of the aircraft were fired forward at the same time, roaring and roaring, exploding blood flowers in the enemy formation. Facing the defense line composed of enchanted warriors, the jet tracked vehicle did not stop. He did all those fancy things, he didn't dodge or dodge, he rushed straight forward, the big rotating drill bit at the front of the car pushed the possessed warrior into the air, and his broken limbs and blood were thrown around.

The city is broken, enter the city!

The Red Sun Mechanic Gang cheered.

Super-killing tricycles, jumping pickup trucks, and a large group of motorcycle boys, following the jet crawlers that opened the way, swarmed towards the gate of the satellite city outpost. The orcs of the Evil Sun Clan could not wait to explode the red cans. Beat him up.

The old lame man, with a hydraulically powered snake-shaped hook in his left hand and a short, sturdy double-barreled hand cannon in his right hand, was sitting in a super-killing tricycle with a proud look on his face. The bladed wheel rolled over the enchanted warrior. bodies, plowing a bloody road.

The Snakebite clan's hopping pickup truck also started causing trouble.

These vehicles, which are responsible for selling food and drinks, are essentially a Scrooge container on wheels. The Scrooge catapults welded to the body frame have launched various living bombs onto the walls and walls. Inside the city gate.

From canned buzzing skogs, to nibbling skogs that gnaw on anyone they see, to horrifying self-destructing skogs...these various types of skogs may not cause much harm to the Chaos Space Marines. But for the mortal soldiers in the war gang, it was simply a disaster.

The buzzing squig, filled with fire in a clay pot, surrounded the fallen mortal soldiers and bit them. The multiple stomach pouches of the self-destructed Scrooge were filled with unstable digestive juices and artificially added metal fragments.

It was violently shaken during the flight, and various digestive juices were mixed into a flammable liquid. It exploded instantly with a "pop" sound, and teeth, bones and metal fragments rained down like a rain of armor-piercing grenades used by Space Marines.

On the hillside in the distance.

"Khan, shall we come?"

Qiao Shida came over and asked:

"If we don't go there, those Spartans and Mastodons will probably be destroyed by the orcs."

The First Company Commander understands the Chapter Leader's thoughts very well.

Know what he wants most.

"No."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"Wait and see. Although the Khorne Chaos Warband doesn't have much brains, it shouldn't be so weak."

I just finished talking here.

Over there, a shocking roar sounded:

"Moo——"

Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida couldn't see what was happening behind the stronghold wall. They could only see a dozen modified motorcycles flying out of the city wall in a parabola with their riders.

oh?

Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida looked at each other.

Immediately afterwards, they saw:

A huge jet crawler flew out of the city gate hole upside down. The entire tank turned into a pile of finely broken metal parts in mid-air, and disintegrated instantly. There were also green-skin pilots in the middle. The members' limbs were mutilated.

What it is! ?

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