Chapter 163 Classic Beheading Tactics

The trapezoidal short wings unfolded, the circular turbofan roared, and the incandescent white plasma gushed out.

Fu Qinghai soared high in the sky, the air current whizzing against the edges of his armor, and under the scarlet goggles, his cold eyes searched below.

Like an eagle patiently searching for its prey.

White Scars, Eagle of War.

Below, there was an orc tribe covering a large area, with large tents made of animal skins scattered here and there in a disorderly manner. A rubbish pit was surrounded by a barbed wooden fence, in which a group of jumping red Squiggs were kept. Wooden sentry towers and stone walls divided the tribe into several parts.

The entire orc tribe was in chaos at this time. The fart monsters were screaming and running around. The whips in the hands of the orc overseers were crackling. The snot monsters tried to appease the angry Squiggle, but were accidentally bitten by the monster when it shook its head and were eaten alive.

A large number of wild boys picked up their weapons and equipment, bone claws, stone axes, stone knives and spears, and rushed towards an entrance of the tribe, howling.

The pig rider pulled the reins hard, controlling the war pig under his crotch, and rushed between the tents. The dust rose up from the stomping of the pig's hooves, and the fart spirits that were unable to dodge were knocked away.

In addition to the classic three, Squiggle, Fart Slug and Snotlout, Fu Qinghai also saw Savage Orcs, Pig Breeders, Headhunters and Trap Boys in the sky. All the types of soldiers that can appear in a wild orc tribe appeared here.

Fu Qinghai even saw a few short orc boys waving skull-shaped staves, wearing jingling bone chain ornaments, dancing with green flames in their eyes.

The backwardness of science and technology does not affect the research and study of witchcraft and magic.

Weird boy, a psychic among the orcs, can absorb the "waaagh" power of other orcs and convert it into psychic attacks.

This is a big threat to Fu Qinghai. The stability of these strange guys is no better than that of untrained human psychics. They are a group of psychic time bombs whose brains can explode at any time.

A wild and vibrant tribe of orcs with a full range of species.

Why did the entire orc tribe suddenly fall into chaos? In addition to the orcs' chaotic nature of lacking organization, it was also because...

An old man in a tattered brown robe rushed into a gap in the fence alone and started killing the greenskins.

Old man Hu Xian's steps were ghostly and nimble, and his green lightsaber was waving with a buzzing sound. He dodged and shuttled among the dark crowds of Orks who were two heads taller than him. His forward steps seemed to be stepping and his back steps seemed to be swinging and wading as he gracefully passed through the densely packed green-skinned, muscular bodies.

"Bang…Snap!"

Green-skinned orcs fell around him in droves, some headless, some with pierced chests, some with holes in their foreheads, all with their wounds charred and neatly marked.

Every sword pierces the heart, every knife is fatal, every step and every sword kills people. The orcs that keep pouring in die instantly after seeing a flash of green light. Their corpses pile up around old man Hu Xian to form a pile of corpses.

Old man Hu Xian has already brought his Force perception and four sword techniques to their full potential, harvesting countless lives while moving around.

The old man is definitely a Jedi Master!

Fu Qinghai retracted his gaze.

Although Hu Xian is strong, the orcs are also gathering. Fu Qinghai cannot let him bear most of the pressure while he stands by and watches. The strange boy who uses psychic power and the huge Squig, including the self-destructive Squig, can pose a threat to the old man. Even without these, old man Hu Xian's physical strength will sooner or later be exhausted by the endless orcs.

Finally, Fu Qinghai saw a huge three-meter-tall orc dressed neatly coming out of the tent.

He had bulging muscles and a thick, multi-layered leather armor vest on his shoulders. His huge, ugly face was covered with scars, and his small ears and flat nose were pierced with bone rings. His most iconic giant chin, which was bigger than his head, was fixed with a protective gear made of black stone that looked like a black jawbone.

The classic armor of the Orcs - Iron Jaw.

Many Orks do not wear helmets, but they will equip themselves with an iron chin.

Earthen chicken and clay dog.

After Fu Qinghai evaluated the war boss's valuable equipment in his mind, he folded the trapezoidal short wings, turned around, and dived downward.

Like a rocket, he flew straight to the ground. However, Fu Qinghai did not intend to hit the ground with his head. He used a head-first suicide attack to kill the war boss. After accumulating enough kinetic energy, he turned over in mid-air, feet down to return to normal, pulled out the chainsaw sword at his waist, and then landed on the ground with a thud!

"Boom--"

The air was surging and the dust was flying.

A big hole was smashed into the ground, and the soil spread radially around. The three orc leaders surrounding the war boss were killed by the shock wave the moment Fu Qinghai landed.

Amid the smoke and dust, a pair of scarlet eyepieces lit up.

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his elbow and pulled out the Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword from the chest of a brutal orc, and blood splattered along with the teeth.

Orcs, your White Scar Grandpa is here!

"Buzz!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly turned around and chopped vertically, cutting a pig rider boy riding a war pig in half with the sword. The two halves of the body were unable to retract in time and passed through Fu Qinghai's sides, with his organs scattered all over the ground and blood dripping like rain on his bone-white armor.

Fu Qinghai held the chainsaw sword in one hand, dragging the sword, and strode towards the war boss who had a horrified look on his face.

Swinging the sword, there is no change of moves, no skills, it is just an ordinary and powerful blow.

"clang!"

The war boss subconsciously took a step back. The thick leather armor on his chest, as well as the black stone chin restrained on his chin, were split in half by an upward blow.

He was almost split in half from bottom to top like the pig-riding boy.

Fu Qinghai turned around and swung his sword without even looking back. The sharp and buzzing sawtooth strip swept horizontally, and an orc leader who pounced on him from behind was cut in half on the spot, broken like a wheat stalk harvested by a sickle.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Too sharp!

The war boss swore that this was the sharpest weapon he had ever seen in his limited life.

Fu Qinghai took a step forward and slashed down with his sword, cutting off the black stone machete that the war boss raised to block.

Fu Qinghai took another step forward and stabbed with his sword, sawing through the body of a strange boy, and kicked him away before his head exploded.

"boom!"

Green psychic flames blasted out, and Oak's psychic energy vibrated, shocking the three wild boys so much that they bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot.

It's over…

This was the War Boss's final thought.

They were completely unable to withstand this violent Space Marine...if they knew what a Space Marine was.

He is a master of martial arts. The Headhunter who is the best at fighting is like a baby who has just learned to walk in front of him. His sword is indestructible. It seems that there is no material on this planet that can withstand the serrated tip of the blade. He is also as cunning as the second brother of Gomao, and knows how to avoid the threat of the strange boy's psychic brain explosion.

This is the decapitation tactic that the White Scars are most familiar with, and the most effective tactic against the Orcs. Unfortunately, the war boss who was found by Fu Qinghai in the tribe could not escape death today.

As the ruthless heavily armored warrior approached, the tall, scarred orc puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, and was about to roar out his last "waaagh!" before dying.

"Swish!"

The cold teeth pressed against its throat, blocking the roar that was about to come out in its trachea.

The war boss looked down, and his bulging beast eyes met a pair of cold scarlet goggles.

"surrender."

Fu Qinghai stopped the rotation of the chainsaw sword, his throat vibrated softly, and a stiff and obscure word in Orcish came out from the loudspeaker on the neck armor.

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(PS: The Necron have no gender after mechanical ascension, but they had gender in their lifetime, some were male and some were female. The advanced individuals after the biological transformation, such as the Necromancer nobles and the Tomb Technicians, still have a concept of their own gender in their minds, so when describing the Necromancer, there is a distinction between "he" and "she". The Orks really have no gender, and do not have organs like sperm, so when describing the Orks, "it" is always used.)

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　　This chapter is a bit short, mainly because there are a lot of things going on in the company today. A reporter from the Yunnan branch came to interview us and do industry research or something, and I have to cooperate with the interview throughout the whole process. I'm sorry, everyone!

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