Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The orc, wearing coarse cloth and a necklace of animal teeth around his neck, fell to the ground.

He was beheaded by Vito.

One sword strike cut off his entire side.

This was the last greenskin, and as he fell to the ground Vito looked around.

The plains were littered with greenskin corpses, their unique skin color forming a horizon that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It even formed a low hillside there.

Vito returned to the trenches.

There are many Imperial Army, Marines, and a few Stormtroopers crowded here.

They moved around here, carrying sandbags to strengthen their positions, and putting back the shield walls that had been knocked crooked.

The new recruits on the ship came down here to practice target practice on the greenskins who didn't have guns. The Adeptus Mechanicus also came down and took this opportunity to experiment with several new weapons, as well as the unknown alien weapons they obtained a while ago.

And more importantly.

Throw out all the greenskin corpses in the trenches.

This was a huge project that took up most of the time of most people. Not only did they have to clean up the trenches, but they also had to remove all the corpses piled outside in front of the trenches and at the foot of the mountain close by.

At first they would burn them with fire, but soon gave up.

Because there will always be greenskins rushing back in the shortest possible time, holding their primitive weapons made of stones, teeth and bones, and then rushing towards the trenches without hesitation.

Vito crossed the trench and found Olaf at the other end.

The old wolf stood outside the ruins of the dilapidated church, with the charred earth and the same charred green stone head at his feet.

Several of them stopped between movements and turned into dark sculptures.

"Olav."

Vito greets him.

"Vito."

Olaf returned behind the church's low wall.

"We have been here for a month Vito, what have we done this month?"

He said.

“Get up in the morning and drink a cup of coffee, then shoot some green skin, then have lunch and enjoy the afternoon sunshine, kill time with a wave of green skin, then have dinner, eat some toast and sausages, and then drink on a night walk. One round of green skin, time flies so fast.”

Vito laughed, but someone clearly disagreed.

"It's not fast at all! It's like a year here."

"I thought you liked fighting, swinging axes, and eating after a beard of blood, Ragnar."

"Oh, that has to be a real battle, not this kind of battle here."

"What's going on here?"

"What's wrong? Here I am just like the servitors I dismantled, repeating the same thing every day! Kill the greenskins, chop the greenskins, and then repeat it ten minutes later, and the most important thing is a little change nothing!"

Ragnar was very excited at first because he could fight a long battle. He was the first to rush out of the ship door and go to the battlefield.

But now he complained the most. In the past few days, he repeatedly emphasized the boredom of this battle, the boredom after repeatedly charging greenskins with simple weapons, and hacking and killing.

"But it's exactly what you said here."

Lancelot was also with him, his black armor covered in greenskin blood, and his gray cloak turned red.

"This place has become a sea of ​​greenskins."

"It's so boring."

Ragnar complained.

"It's the same every time."

They came over, and Vito turned towards the plain beyond the church parapet.

Endless green skin corpses lay there, and new green skins were already gathering in the distance.

But Vito didn't care about them, just like they didn't care about how many times the orcs had attacked and how many corpses they had left behind.

"At least the stormtroopers and marines on the ship have a good place to practice their guns and train."

Vito said.

There happened to be a Stormtrooper behind the low wall beside him who fired a shot.

He made a bet with his comrades on whether they could hit the greenskin one kilometer away. The stake was a few boxes of cigarettes.

He won.

"I think they did learn a lot of the techniques of positional warfare."

Olaf said.

"But it's already here. It's been a month. It's time for you to finally tell us the meaning of being here, right?"

After Olaf asked, Ragnar and Lancelot also came over, and the three of them waited for an answer in front of Vito.

"Eisenstein should have come, he must have enjoyed this repetitive attack and defense."

Ragnar said.

Eisenstein is not here.

He stayed on Tempest, and Vito let him stay.

"I need someone here to prevent accidents and keep an eye on the idiots here before they cause more trouble behind our backs."

This is what he told Eisenstein at the time. Although he was not very willing and wanted to come here with his brothers, as an Imperial Fist, he chose to obey the order.

He remained on Tempestus, where Yarrick was also, who had returned to the Iron Legion and commanded the remaining reinforcements that had arrived to defend the Ring of Steel.

And Vito and the others came here, Calkas 27, on a desolate planet, but that was in the past, and now it is full of life, with green skins covering the mountains and plains.

After the green-skinned corpse was launched to the planet, only two short weeks later, the place was covered with green-skinned mushrooms. It was a great harvest. They first attacked each other, and then landed on Vito's group. Then they swarmed here again.

"This is simply a grand event, we are like a tempting meal being served to the table, and greenskins from all over the world have come to feast."

Lancelot commented this shortly after landing. He described the appearance of every festival in his hometown of Colonne, describing these greenskins as like peasants who heard their lords hold a banquet outside the castle.

"We've killed enough greenskins here."

Olaf said.

"Why? You owe us an explanation. Every time you say you will tell us after the next battle."

He said, crossing his arms and standing behind Vito.

"You have to tell us this time."

Vito glanced at them and smiled.

"All right."

He said.

"Just this time, I'll hold a banquet here to attract the greenskins."

"But not here."

he added.

No one interrupted him, because the words were unintelligible, so Vito continued.

"We kill enough greenskins here to attract more greenskins to come here. The more they are, the stronger the waaaaaaaage energy will be."

"The more greenskins you will attract."

Vito said with one hand on his hip and the Phoenix Sword leaning against his thigh.

"There are quite a lot of them. We can hardly put them outside."

Ragnar said.

"They all piled up like a mountain. Lancelot and I chopped down countless greenskin corpses in the valley."

"No, no, no, it's not them I invited, not the greenskins here."

Vito said with a smile, wagging his finger.

"We have created a planet-level waaaaaaage energy field here, which is enough to attract all the greenskins around the entire galaxy and the greenskins at the large star level."

"This way we don't have to look for the Bonebreaker. His people will come out of the darkness on their own."

Vito said, and Lancelot frowned with a surprised and strange expression.

"You want to lure the greenskins to come here for a decisive battle?"

"It's to eliminate them in one fell swoop and save trouble."

Vito shrugged.

"I don't want to go all over the star area and eliminate the green skins on planets one by one, and then spend more time burning the green skin spores. I would rather sit in the palace during this time."

"palace?"

"It has nothing to do with this time."

Vito interrupted this extended topic with a firm tone.

"How can you be sure the greenskins will take the bait?"

Olaf asked.

Vito looked back and smiled at him.

"My old friends, they are greenskins."

"There's a battle to be fought, why not come? How many have we killed here?"

"I can't remember clearly, I roughly estimate it to be around a few million."

Cole's voice sounded as the communicator beeped, and Vito turned it on.

He brought news that the Infinite Frontier had discovered a greenskin fleet appearing at the edge of the galaxy clouds. There were quite a number of them, and the firelight emitted by the thrusters alone formed a brand new nebula.

Vito asked Cole to prepare to retreat. The Stormtroopers and Marines on the ground all retreated to the ship, and then headed towards Mandeville Point.

"You guys also go back together."

Vito said this and walked out of the church's low wall.

"how about you?"

Olaf asked from behind.

"I?"

Vito looked back with a smile.

"General cleaning."

The Skyhawk flew down from the sky and landed in front of Vito.

"Wear your sunglasses when you look here when you get on the boat."

He said with a smile, boarded the Skyhawk and flew high into the universe.