Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 435: Collecting Hidden Divine Emperor Protection

Harold's own thinker and communication system were both shut down due to pulse overload. The shouting was the real sound of a human voice. He lay on his back and looked to the side, and saw an orc truck rushing straight towards him, knocking over everything and splashing blood.

Before he could react, the truck drifted past with its tailspin, the hook behind it whizzing and a large disk on the top. Then he heard a "buzz" and a magnetic force sucked him up.

With a "bang", he hit the disk and was dragged onto the car in a big letter shape. It was not until the hook was retracted and the disk was swaying on the crane that Harold could see who was smiling at him from below.

"Sleep..I thought you were dead."

"Hahahaha, what's my name? Steel Sand! I won't die even if Jackson dies!"

The power went out and Harold fell into the carriage. The dragging, tugging and collisions made him feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, but when he saw that the two people he was most familiar with were not dead, his excitement rose.

"Bullshit, I was the one who saved you two. If you had time, you could have used my gun to stop those bastards. Thank you so much!"

Jackson in the cab shouted to the two men, and Harold immediately took the Hell Gun from the middle window, adjusted the output power, and fired wildly at the orcs that were chasing them.

The blazing laser penetrated the vehicle's iron skin, shot through the tires, ignited the cables, detonated the motor, and melted the fuel tank, "bang bang bang".

Sleip threw out the hook and pushed on the switch, and the magnetic disk burst out with endless magnetic force, attracting any broken iron objects and gradually forming a meteor-like tail hammer.

"Long legs! Swing them like you're hanging!"

"Fuck! Hold on tight!"

Amid the barrage of "bang bang", Jackson pulled down the four levers in the cab, and violent energy was injected into the engine. A roar similar to that of a wild beast instantly gushed out from the tail pipe, and the red fireworks soared like a fire dragon from a promethium flamethrower.

The speed reached 560 kilometers per hour. Seeing that the speed was right, Jackson roared and steered sharply. The death pendulum was still dragging the metal hammer, and the "boom boom" was like the roar of a volcano, and the "clang clang" was like the earth collapsing and the sky collapsing.

Countless orcs were smashed and crushed, the chariots in the front were overturned and smashed into the wall, the shaking buildings were tilted by the impact of the tail hammer, and the metal twisted and creaked and overturned to the ground.

The huge impact broke the chain, and the truck, freed from its restraints, was able to accelerate again. However, the truck had already lost its direction due to its routeless running.

Orcs that were awakened from the surrounding streets and buildings appeared one after another. They stood in front of the vehicle fearlessly, and the continuous collisions began to make the truck gradually lose control.

The two men in the truck were almost vomiting from the shaking. If Harold hadn't been quick to grab Slap, he would have been thrown away countless times.

Harold clung to the railing with his hands and feet, looking at the road that was about to end, expecting that he would be stuck to the wall.

"It's over!"

"I know!"

Jackson looked at the buildings around him, his eyes suddenly focused on the crooked board. He quickly pressed the Thinker screen and the sedative was quickly injected into his blood vessels.

Everything in front of him began to slow down. The flying projectiles, the exploding missiles, the savage orcs... This was the most enjoyable driving experience he had ever had in his life.

"Speed ​​up!"

The fifth lever was pulled down, turbocharging, the sixth lever was pulled down, torque increased, then the seventh, eighth, and ninth, and even hotter blue fireworks spewed out of the exhaust pipes. The surging energy turned into an astonishing speed, and the engine burst into a roar that broke through the sky.

The speed exceeded 900 miles per hour, and Jackson was pressed down on the chair, but there was still one last lever that had not been pulled down. The two people behind him were too weak to speak, and it took a lot of effort for them not to fall down.

But the speed is not enough, or in other words, Jackson wants to get a more thrilling breakthrough. Time is fleeting, opportunities are fleeting, and he wants to have the best of it!

“Pull the power!!!”

“Puff, fufufufu!!!”

The truck rushed onto the inclined plank and flew into the sky. It seemed to disappear in that instant, and in the blink of an eye it was discovered that it was hundreds of meters away. The swarming orcs could only watch them fly higher and farther, until they were out of their sight and disappeared.

"Hmm...I think that shrimp is pretty beastly..."

"It seems... it's such a trivial matter..."

"Beast, it's really beast!"

"I like that shrimp that's so good, I want to have another competition with it!"

"That shrimp deserves our respect!"

"Waaaaagh!!!"

The orcs shouted loudly at the same time. Although they had let a few shrimps run away, they really admired their bravery. On the contrary, this made them very happy. They liked to be happy!

"Hahahaha ahhh, uh...but...are you guys here to steal our things?"

"WAAAAAGH!!!!!!"

...

He thought he could survive, but after he went up to the sky, he felt that he was going to die. Anyway, Slap next to him was already howling, but Jackson in front was roaring even louder.

Fortunately, they were using orc vehicles while flying in the sky, otherwise those anti-aircraft machine guns filled with orcs would have shot them into pieces.

However, even if there were no orcs attacking them, they would not have survived. The entire vehicle body kept falling apart in the air, and countless parts fell behind them with a "ding-ling-clang" sound since the moment it took off.

Before landing, only the frame of the car was left. The three of them held on to each other tightly, thanked each other for their help, and said they would be brothers in the next life.

"Pfft!!"

Huge splashes of water occurred in the lake. The three men broke the frame of their bicycle and rushed into the water. Bubbles gurgled out of the lake surface. After a dozen seconds of silence, three heads popped out of the water with a "puff".

Several people took off their helmets, took off their gravity parachutes, threw away their battery backpacks, and took off their carapaces. They continued to approach the shore amid the ups and downs, until they felt a solid touch under their feet and were able to catch their breath.

"Mm- ...

"Damn...I forgot about the steel sand..."

After going through untold hardships and with the hope of life going back and forth, a miracle finally happened. The three of them supported and helped each other and finally returned to the shore. They lay on their backs on the ground, gasping for breath.

He was complaining bitterly and coughing continuously, but as soon as he caught his breath, he made a sound of joy at surviving the disaster.

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“Hoohoo, I survived. Holy shit, I actually survived.”

"God bless you, God bless you."

"Steel sand, awesome, very accurate, just tell me what you want and I'll get it for you."

"Fuck, old Jack, you're great, brother."

"Damn it, if it weren't for you to deal with that big tin can, anyone would have died!"

The three of them seemed to be laughing and crying, patting each other on the back, shaking their shoulders, praising each other, and thanking each other. After praising the emperor again, the three of them, who had calmed down, gradually became tired.

After the high-intensity combat, the fading of adrenaline made them feel pain all over their bodies, their eyelids were drooping and they wanted to fall asleep immediately, but the surrounding environment was not safe, so they could only grit their teeth and persevere.

All the guns were lost, and they only had three daggers and two grenades in their hands. Rustling sounds began to be heard from the surrounding mushroom forest. The fart spirit that planted this thing was probably attracted by the sound, and did not have enough time to dive into the lake to salvage the equipment.

The three of them could only support each other and go into the mushroom forest, avoiding potential dangers and looking for a place to rest.

Harold nervously touched the pocket of his uniform, took out the canvas and made sure it was still there, then he was finally relieved. Although the paint on it had faded a lot, under the stroking of the mechanical fingers, he could still feel as if he was touching it in person.

"When dad makes more money..."

The towering mushrooms could even reach a height of 2 or 3 meters, and the round caps could block the view of Squig flying in the air. Moreover, the heat from the scorching sun was further blocked, and everyone's physical strength was slowly recovering.

As long as they don't get caught by the little Squiggs or the Farts, it's not bad for them to lurk among them.

"I have nothing left. I haven't had a drop of water for 10 hours, and I've been fighting for such a long time. I'm almost starving to death... Gangsha, can you find something to cook for me?" Jackson said with a pout and twisting his clothes.

"Look, what else is here besides mushrooms? If you can light a fire, that'd be fine. If you eat it raw, your intestines won't come out. I think your sphincter is very tight." Slep said as he used a dagger to cut the mushroom stems that were as hard as wood.

"Could it be that... we really have to eat the orcs' corpses?" Harold shuddered at the thought.

The three hungry people could hardly walk. If they continued like this, even if their anuses were to come out, they would still try to take a few bites.

"I really hope the orcs also like to steal our logistics. I really want the C-type ration packs now. Let me..."

Just as Jackson was cursing himself for spitting out the ration bag, Harold suddenly covered his mouth, and the steel sand at his leg immediately shot forward, and the three of them immediately stopped where they were.

Looking forward, among the mushrooms of different sizes, a snotty-nosed man with a basket was picking mushrooms with his butt sticking out. The three of them were sweating profusely, and when they saw that the other party didn't notice them, they slowly hid behind the mushroom tree.

One step, two steps, three steps, "puff"... There were strange-shaped mushrooms everywhere under the feet of this place. Jackson didn't know what he stepped on. The mushroom exploded and sprayed out streams of spicy powder, choking the three people, especially Slap, who sneezed continuously.

The snotty guy on the opposite side was immediately frightened. After looking at the three people, he dropped the basket and turned around and ran away, howling like a fucking whistle.

"Grass! Chase!"

Harold took the lead, drew out his dagger and threw it out, but the aim was slightly off and stabbed into the mushroom stem. Jackson ran as fast as he could, and chased after him. After chasing for a long time, he fell flat on his face. Meanwhile, Slap was crying and coughing, and he had done his best not to fall behind.

In the end, Harold was more skilled. After throwing it several times, he finally grazed the snotty guy. As soon as he fell to the ground, he ran forward and chopped off his leg bones.

Then he pressed the head to prevent it from making any sound, pulled out the dagger from the mushroom and stabbed it into the lower back with a "puff". After one, two, and three stabs, there was only exhalation but no breathing.

"Wow... huhuhu... awesome... you are... getting more and more ruthless." Jackson said breathlessly.

Harold wiped the cold sweat from his face and said with a shudder, "Not ruthless... No way... Hehehe... I ran outside... Almost... Shush, check on Slap."

Slep followed while crying and waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine. Several of them lay down at the edge of the mushroom forest and looked at the hundreds of tents built with animal skins not far away.

"What's going on? This... this is too quiet."

"Besides the Snotlout, there wasn't even a Fartlout to be seen."

"Wait a moment." Slep said, climbing up a mushroom over 5 meters high. After rubbing his eyes several times, he took out a monocular and looked into the distance. Then he quickly slid down and said happily:

"In the area about 1.8 kilometers to the east, I don't know if it's the kill team and the orcs, or if they're fighting among themselves. The orcs here should be going there to loosen up their bones."

The three of them looked at each other, then immediately drew their swords and stepped forward, shooting at those stupid snot monsters left and right. After a burst of screams, they were the only ones still gasping for breath in the huge camp, the only one left was Squig, who had not been transformed and was still staring at each other.

"Will this thing make me stupid if I eat it?" Jackson asked doubtfully.

"I think there's really nothing to choose from here. Let's search."

After Harold finished speaking, he raised his knife and went into the largest tent. He saw that although the decoration inside was decorated with orcs' items, the layout style was almost the same as that of the human command center.

"I'm afraid there are orcs from the Blood Axe Clan in here. No wonder there are tents set up outside. Hey? Isn't this our regimental flag?" Slap said in surprise while standing on the table.

The other two immediately stepped forward and found that just as the other party said, the mushroom table was covered with regimental flags from the imperial front, and they were all painted with orc language, as if the orcs were collecting intelligence for counterattack.

"Is it really necessary to learn how to counter this thing?" Harold asked puzzledly as he looked at the numerous stamps on it.

"Orcs...thinking like that...I'm afraid it fits their stupid looks." Jackson complained, "Hey! This is written in human language, what...you guys are not as good as fart spirits in fighting...fart spirits can shoot more accurately than you..."

"Is this a taunt? Or a psychological tactic?" Harold asked.

"Who cares? Find something to eat. I'll make you some mushroom soup!" Slap said, taking a can from his arms and walking over.

"Hey, is this the can you stole from the plane?" Harold asked excitedly.

"What do you mean stolen? If I hadn't foreseen the future and taken a can, this one would have been gone too... Green Taurus Refreshing Drink, 98.7% of the ingredients used are known to the Empire... Shit, I remembered a rumor."