Orc Tyrant

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !

The air trembles with the thunder and anger of the war, from the outer bunker to the anti-aircraft gun spire in the center of the fortress. The result is already obvious-the green skin will tear this ancient fortress to pieces.

The dry atmosphere vibrated with the roar of countless Ouke's throats, the iron boots hitting the ground and the roar of heavy weapons.

Even in the sealed driver's seat, Mrs. Jamila of the Alexei family, the chief pilot of the Citizen Temple, seemed to be able to feel the ferocious wildness of Oak turned into physical force in the air around her.

Even the scanner can’t count the number of enemies currently near the Gate of Blessing

"They will launch a new wave of offensive soon."

The second son of the Alix family, Jamila, who has passed away from her husband's younger brother, said loudly on the communication channel:

"I'm here to support you and father."

"You shouldn't do this"

Yamila said sharply, and checked the location of the opponent's mech with the locator-he was still in the predetermined position. The 19-year-old boy had always been very enthusiastic, but often made reckless actions.

"I told you to guard that area, understand?"

"Do as your sister-in-law said."

The elder Alexei, who is also one of the five members of the Citizens' Assembly, cut into communications.

"She has faced a worse situation than this."

This is a lie, they all know, but it is enough to silence the other party.

Later, Jamila opened a private channel to contact the elder Alexei.

"If we lose the door of protection, you must let Mihir retreat to the hangar, and he will have a chance to leave."

"I see."

The elder Alexei replied, and then his voice was cut off and distorted by the sound of fighting.

Jamila didn't say anything afterwards, she took a deep breath and felt the door trembling in front of her.

Even the mecha under her seat trembled.

Now she is no longer driving the powerful war Titans of the past. After several serious failures, the Citizen Temple has lost all these powerful war machines. Under the pressure of the situation, the engineers of the Citizen Temple have collected the gold. The engineering machinery left over from the times was transformed into war machines.

They called this ancient machine that relied on pistons and hydraulic drives as the ‘defender’.

Compared with War Titans, these machines are too bulky and fragile. Without the assistance of advanced AI, the driver has to perform many complicated controls on his own, which reduces the flexibility of the machine a lot.

Only experienced former Titan pilots can barely control this kind of machine that is not suitable for war.

Jamila sighed and controlled the mecha to move a step closer to the trembling door.

This is a huge alloy gate. The materials and craftsmanship used to make this gate have long since disappeared in the long night, and it is printed with the vague emblem of the Citizen Temple.

It is by relying on it that these remnants of the long night can resist monsters and demons for nearly ten thousand years.

The fortress has never fallen, but it has never encountered the same offensive this time.

After losing most of the territory, the remaining humans can only huddle in a small narrow area centered on the Great Fortress of the Citizen Temple.

At first, everyone was just afraid of Ouke, but the fortress had a solid shell. No matter how the Ouke’s "dead hand" bombarded it, it wouldn’t hurt it at all. This gave mankind a respite. But then, a Biao The more terrifying enemy appeared-

hunger.

The fortress could only accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, but when the last refugee ship arrived, the population of the fortress had surged to about five million.

The space can still be moved, but the material is a problem that has to be faced.

After Oak destroyed the planet’s ecosystem, the Citizen’s Temple can only rely on the soilless farms in the fortress to support the population, and the production efficiency of these farms is really limited. Faced with the huge problem of rapidly consuming materials, the Citizen’s Temple Can only be built outside the fortress

Settlements, drive those who do not have "special skills" out of the fortress, and distribute some seeds and supplies to them.

Those who were kicked out eventually built a simple city outside the fortress and named it the "Outer Ring".

Because of the continued harassment of Ouke, the city has also established strong fortifications, including trenches, bunkers, barriers and tunnels, which also allows the fortress to face Ouke's impact directly.

With the help of the ‘outer ring’, the Great Fortress began to build more ‘safe areas’—a plan to expand the space for human activities.

However, before this plan was implemented, a huge waaagh swept across.

After completely solving the declining Brotherhood, Guk waved his big hand, and the powerful force of more than six legions rushed toward the last stronghold of mankind, and was about to extinguish the flame of this last breath.

The once strong and tenacious'Outer Ring' was declared to fall in just one day, while the outer fortifications of the big fortress were at risk in half a day of onslaught.

More importantly, in order to survive, some people sold the layout and structure of the big fortress to Oak, allowing Oak to concentrate on attacking weak points of defense-such as the Gate of Blessing.

"Wuying, Wuying, please reply when you hear."

Jamila turned on the communicator and tried to contact the garrison outside the gate.

On the fortification that shielded the gate, the Fifth Battalion of the Human Self-Defense Force of the Citizens Temple was defending. They had been defending for a whole day, using their blood and sweat to counterattack when the Greenskins attacked each bunker.

However, this is not enough.

More Oukes have emerged from the dust and fog of dawn, their throats roaring and advancing from the ruins of the "Outer Ring" to the center, and their number is greater than ever.

The fifth battalion fought very bravely, but now it has more than half of the casualties, not to mention the lack of ammunition.

Greenskin tried to climb the bunker three times, and the soldiers used rifle butts and bayonets to force them back all three times. In the end, there were only piles of corpses.

The Ork artillery fired back in the dust dunes, using shelled rockets and huge shells to leave scars on the main body of the fortress.

boom--!

After a loud noise, the door was deformed and twisted again.

"Received! We ran out of ammunition!"

The crackling sound mixed with the voice of the fifth battalion commander.

"Ok brought mech-like things to the gate, and we can't stop them anymore."

"I'll deal with the door."

Yamila said calmly:

"Can you and your people still keep the fortifications?"

"Hold it? Of course not, but we can die here"

"Then do what you are supposed to do, and we will die together today."

"Of course, it is my honor."

Soon, this sound disappeared in the roar of a heavy machine gun with full firepower.

Jamila stood up in the driver's seat, and the mecha responded. She opened her mouth to the communication horn to activate the external sound grille before cycling the weapon system again.

The human soldiers in charge of guarding the gate and the reserve team looked up at this towering war machine.

"My brothers and sisters."

Her words echoed around the gate, her voice echoed on the metal.

"Countless greenskins are about to break through the door. Their only wish is to mutilate each of us! But I plan to mutilate them first! We will use Ouke’s corpse to block the door of blessing and pile up their dirty corpses. Higher than our fortress wall! When the next wave is coming

When, we will do it again! As long as there is a dirty green skin breathing on our sacred land, we will never stop! For our children! For humanity! "

Maybe they will cheer, maybe not.

The huge alloy gate collapsed, drowning their noise.

The emblem of the Citizen Holy Land shattered along with the door, enveloped in fire and smoke, and crashed into the interior.

"Fire."

Under the order of Jamila, the electromagnetic rifles of the soldiers of the Citizen Temple fired fiercely at the broken gate, but their firepower was far inferior to the weapon system of the ‘Guardian’.

Jamila, who was sitting back in the driving seat, buckled the Gatling cannon to the bottom, and suddenly the recoil suppressor built into his right arm almost collapsed because it could not compensate for the violent output of the powerful weapon.

Jamila locked the target to the center of the gate, and her optics peeled off a layer of smoke and grit to show her target.

I saw a line of fire in the air, and the green skin that was swept by the line of fire suddenly burst into showers of stinky green flesh and black blood, leaving the arched gatehouse full of internal organs.

But there are more green skins coming, through the shattered remains of green skins in front, driven by the extreme insatiable desire to fight madly.

But this can't frighten Yamila, because her destroying Valkyrie has a flame of vengeance burning in her heart, invincible.

Suddenly, she realized that the instrument had detected the smoke passing through the gate.

A challenger.

Its sense of oppression is transmitted to the scanner, and during its movement, the green-skinned corpses that charged before it and were slaughtered are crushed into slurry.

The pedaling and rifle firing were obscured by the groaning screams of the engine, no matter what it was, it was too big to get in, but it was creating space.

"Continue to fire."

Jamila's order came from the loudspeaker, so that the shocked soldiers around him could regain consciousness and continue fighting.

At this time, part of the wall collapsed under the impact.

The statues of the ancestor of the Citizen Temple on both sides of the Blessed Gate collapsed to the ground and turned to rubble.

Then, the invaders passed them in greasy black smoke.

It was the giant beast that broke the door, but Jamila soon realized that it was designed for more than just such simple destruction.

The big yellow garbage dump, scraped off its fangs and armor to enter and slowed down and stopped at the entrance.

The scanner of the Defender’s mech trembles and moves due to it.

At this time, Jamila noticed something on the right arm of the Ouke mecha. It was a broken metal giant sword, which was welded to the arm by Ouke as a weapon. It only took a second for Yamiera. I recognized that thing.

Her husband's mech, the wanderer's beast-killing sword.

"You beasts!"

Yamila roared and launched a charge against the Ouke mecha, and her mecha immediately responded.

Her home was desecrated, her husband was killed, and even his bloodline was on the verge of extinction. Maybe everything would end, but she promised that the enemy who did these things would pay the price.

And at another entrance not far away, the old Alexei cursed the panel on his right that flashed from amber to red.

The ammunition is exhausted.

Even the flamethrower has used up the last fuel.

As they did all day, they climbed the fortress, and he defended the fortress.

He will watch all night if he has to.

Because he is the most qualified pilot in the Citizens Temple, this has nothing to do with his noble status, he now only wants to avenge his eldest son.

Suddenly, a shock disturbed his thinking.

He turned his body in the driver's seat and saw the complete collapse of the door of sanctuary.

Alexei's wife, his daughter-in-law, is driving a mecha to throw an Okker mecha onto an ancient stone sculpture, burying it with overwhelming rubble.

The right arm of her mecha had been broken and her whole body was damaged in many places, but she still tore the broken sword from the arm of the Ouke mecha and held it firmly in the other intact arm.

Suddenly the old Alexei couldn't help but burst into tears.

After the eldest son falls, his second son and daughter-in-law will also fall into the Ork beast tide, their bodies will be shredded, and their mechas will be torn and plundered.

The coat of arms of the Citizen Temple will be defiled, and the 10,000-year history of the people of the Long Night will be erased.

After crushing another Ouke who challenged him, the old Alexey made up his mind to transfer the communication to the priority communication channel of the fortress.

He may die here, but he will not allow his last blood to go on the road with him.

"This is the Dawn."

A voice disturbed by the atmosphere rang in the channel.

"Please report the identification code and pass, that's it."

The old Alexey gritted his teeth and gave the code and call sign, trying to concentrate as more greens rushed into the **** ruins.

Oak almost occupied the entrance, and some soldiers were still defending with their bayonets and fists.

"Connect me to Queen Caitlin."

"Sir, your pass is not eligible—"

"Do it!"

Before the new voice answered him, Alexei heard the quarrel on the other end of the communicator.

Then, the voice he expected appeared.

"I'm Queen Caitlin, and it was Commissioner Misovy Ariksha who spoke with me, right?"

"Yes it is."

Old Alexei answered, while avoiding a rocket that flew toward his left shoulder armor and twisted into the sky to explode.

"His Royal Highness, the fortress is on the verge of fall, and we are tired of defending! All of our committee members have issued a request for reinforcements to your fleet for more than six hours."

"I know about it."

Caitlin continued before old Alexey answered.

"But you have to understand that as a member of the Wanderer Fleet, we must abide by the law and must not actively intervene in any military conflict. I am only the representative of the human side of the Wanderer Fleet, and I cannot override the entire system."

"We are dying here gradually! We are compatriots! Not the strange aliens!"

Old Alexey was almost roaring.

"When you came here and asked for help, did we ever reject you!? When you were struggling to find a repair template for the flagship master control system, who provided you with clues!? Even if you secretly traded with Ouke Time, did we accuse you!!! And now we only

I hope that your fleet can give us some support firepower, but you said that you violated the rules you and the aliens made! ? "

"I hope you can understand, this is our ancient—"

"You are betraying your compatriots!"

The other side of the communicator was silent, and the old Alexei panted and continued to fight with his fist against the rushing Ok.

"Sorry."

After a long time, the other party only said these two words, and then immediately added them.

"But we have been accommodating those who decide to leave until now...As long as you want, the transport plane can take off immediately, it is always on standby in your hangar, and our atmosphere aircraft will cover them to lift off..."

Aleksey sighed, maybe this was the result.

"I will not leave, but my second son, he will leave, and... my grandson."

"Understood, the transport plane will take off in three minutes."

"I won't say thank you. I believe that one day, you, or your descendants, will pay a heavy price for this stupid law."

After the elder Alexey closed the communication line, he was about to contact his second son when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

When he turned his head to look, his eyes were almost bleeding.

The mecha driven by the young man, under the siege of the two Ouke mechas, resolutely detonated the reactor and dragged the opponent into hell.

At this point in the great fortress, all entrances have been lost, and only Yamila is still fighting and retreating.

At this moment, her communicator connection suddenly lit up, and when she turned it on, she heard the weak voice of old Alexei.

"Yamira..."

"Father, what's wrong with you!"

"I...I'm going to die soon, Ok is about to climb into my cockpit, one thing...I have to tell you."

"what's up?"

"I let... I arrange for Kylo to board the transport plane... he... he will live..."

Communication was finally interrupted by a loud noise.

Jamila was stunned for a long time. She still remembered that not long ago, she had changed her son who was less than five years old into new clothes, and he kissed her face hard...

Suddenly, a video communication was inserted into her cockpit, and when she clicked on it, she saw the dreamlike face.

"mom--"

A little brown-haired boy, struggling and crying in the arms of a woman, even stretched out his hand when he saw Yamila.

"Hug! Hug!"

"Kelo."

A bright smile bloomed on Jamila's tearful face, and she stretched out her arms as if she wanted to hug her son.

"Mom, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, baby, in the future you must learn to take care of yourself, eat regularly, sleep regularly, and don't stand up high."

"Mom, I want mom! I want mom!"

The boy burst into tears immediately, no matter how comforting the woman holding him was.

"Kellow, you are a boy from the Alexei family, don't cry easily."

Jamila suddenly cut the external image of the mecha into the communication, and the tragic battlefield immediately appeared in front of the boy. He even forgot to cry, but stared in horror at the roaring green beasts and the corpses all over the ground.

"My child, you must always remember this scene. Your father, your mother, your uncle, and your grandfather are all buried here. You have an eternal blood feud with these green monsters!"

After gritting her teeth and saying the last sentence, Jamila closed the external image, then stroked the hair on her forehead, and said to the boy with a smile:

"Mom I'm sorry, I can't accompany you when you grow up, even if it is one in ten thousand possibility, I will not leave you, my baby..."

"mom--"

The boy’s tears broke again, and so did Jamila.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

After speaking more than a dozen sentences, she felt a shock.

The last moment is coming.

"Child, remember what mom said. When you grow up, leave those who are weak and find the path to real strength. Mother's soul will always be here waiting, waiting for you, or your children and grandchildren to return to their hometown! You have to remember , Your hometown has a noble name."

Jamila paused for a moment, and the memory of Ariksha who taught her human history flashed in her mind.

"In our human language, it is called...Ulano!"

With that, she cruelly shut down the communication.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

Sitting on the driver's chair, facing the flood of Ok, Jamila was extremely calm, countless memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, and then she pressed the button of the reactor overload——