Do You Know How Much I F*cking spent?

I exposed my body to the orc's who were no longer the canon fodder but elite ones bullets, laser beams, and plasma bolts that ricocheted off from my full of dents and scratched armor, scorch marks and tiny red hot glowing holes that failed to completely burn through.

The week-long 24/7 fighting that forced us to retreat into the capital city that was once full of sci-fi skyscrapers but was now nothing more than rubble.

Taught us that If you wanted to make sure that the orcs stayed dead, you had to put two plasma bolts into their chest and one in their heads.

So I just did just that I fired three shots at each of the still frenzly charging orcs two in their chest and one in their heads.

While the scorchingly hot air and plasma residue got ejected from my rifle's right side.

I quickly ducked down behind the pile of rubble while my marines continued to exchange fire with the orcs.

"Granade!"

I roared Into our proximity wide radio channel that only encompassed the marines surrounding me.

As I took off a defensive grenade from my magnetized battle-damaged chest plate and after pulling out the pin threw it out.

BOOM! 

The grenade that was as powerful as a mini nuke vaporized dozens of orcs in one go, and killed and maimed a hundred more.

I once again ducked out from behind my cover and emptied my last plasma rifle's cold fusion core.

As I did the holographic energy bar next to the magazine-shaped core showed a fat red zero.

I quickly once again squatted down, that was the last one of my mags.

My soldier weren't doing any better which was evident from how most of them kept their bodies hidden under piles of rubble waiting for the orcs to get close enough so that they could bash in their skulls with their fists because our plasma-edged combat knifes had also run out of energy two days ago.

At this point, most of the elves soldiers had either been killed or sustained various degrees of injuries that no longer allowed them to fight.

Me and my soldiers were the only thing standing between the orcs and the last 4 anti-orbital canons that continued to fire massive laser beams at the orc fleet that continued to pummel the shield over our heads that was on its last legs.

Suddenly my systems balance increased to a sufficient amount that was needed to carry out my plan that I had cooked up over the last week.

It was pretty simple really, the Einherjars AI kept surfing the galaxy net, gathering info on the orcs starting from how they took a dump to their customs.

And what I found out was that the orcs liked a one-on-one challenge the most, but the trick was that I had to make myself worthy enough that the war chief would agree to fight me personally.

Of course that might not be enough so the second part of the plan involved buying stealth generators and installing them on Einherjars coldfusion torpedoes.

Once done the Einherjar would launch the torpedoes, and if everything went according to plan the already softened-up orc fleet would get crippled by them.

Forcing the war chief to fight it out with me one way or another.

I quickly pressed buy and as I did I saw my balance reset to zero, I could practically feel tears running down my cheeks while the torpedoes In Einherjars launch pods got enveloped in a white light.

"I'm going to f*cking enjoy this"

I muttered to myself with an ice-old voice devoid of any emotion and full of killing intent as jumped over the rubble and started walking to the charging orcs.

Completely ignoring their projectiles impacting my armor.

I activated my psionic power causing my shadow to enlarge and from it, my pitch-black scythe got extended by a bunch of pitch-black rotting hands while back lighting started coursing through my body.

"It's time to die f*ckers"

I roared as I swung my scythe horizontally while using my psionic power to enlarge its blade.

Hundreds of orcs got cleaved in half together with rubble all of it was like tofu.

"You goddamn son of b*thes! Do you know how much I just f*cking spent?!"

I cursed as I extended my palm and released black lightning that impacted hundreds of orcs.

The charred corpses dropped to the ground my helmets filters immediately filtered out the acidic smell of burned flesh.

"God damn c*nuts If I don't wipe you all out my last name isn't Von Death!'

I continued to spew out curses at the green skins while slicing and electrocuting hundreds of them as I advanced forward.

While my marines seeing me take action followed suit.

"Fight! fight brothers!"

"Rip them to f*cking peaces;"

"Kill! Kill all of them!"

I could hear my overexcited at the prospect of causing a massacre marines full of combat drugs released by their cybernetic implants and additional biomechanical organs roar as they started massacring the orcs with their makeshift cold weapons and bare hands.

Truthfully It was a bit creepy how the marines went from emotionless machines to bloodthirsty scychopats but considering that they were made by using my flesh and blood wasn't surprising.

After all, I was the craziest one of them all, working as a reaper for one hundred thousand years would make even the most fanatical pacifists into psycho-killers.

...

Suddenly the Einherjar who was running on minimal power opened its silo pods from which a hundred space torpedoes launched themselves all at once only for their in-built optical camouflage generators to make them disappear.

The camouflaged torpedoes that mimicked the environment around them streaked through the tightly packed asteroids, their inbuilt first-level AIs navigating them to their assigned targets.

...

As I swung my scythe once again I could finally feel the fear emanating from the orcs who actually started slowly stepping back away from me and my marines who were eager to slaughter more of them.

Seeing this I grinned, I raised my clenched fist causing my Marines to stop advancing.

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I set my helmet's voice amplifiers to the maximum as I started broadcasting on all open radio channels. 

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Basically what I said in the orc language that Einherjar downloaded for me translated to this.

Come and fight me c*nt one on one man to man, or are you too f*cking scared you f*ck.

Yet I didn't receive any reply but that was going to change soon.

...

Suddenly a hundred of white mini suns appeared amidst the orc fleet.

The orc's shields just like any other spaceships and the ones on the Elve frontier planet could only stop high-speed projectiles and energy beams.

The reason for it well very simple no one would want their strike craft to kill themselves as they tried to dock.

That's why the Einherjar had so many flak canons, and why the torpedoes and strike craft were the kings of destruction in space once they got the opportunity to do what they were designed to do.

As long then orc's sensors detected the torpedoes than only about 30 percent of them would have reached their targets.

But since the sensors didn't all hundred of torpedoes detonated themselves once the inbuilt AIs determined the distance to be the most optimal one.

And the destruction they caused was catastrophic, the orcs titan got ripped into pieces.

While most of their other ship's reactors already detonated themselves ripping what remained of them into shreds.

The simple fact that the Titans reactors didn't detonate spoke loudly about the warship's endurance.

...

"Now that's what I call fireworks, right boys?"

I said while grinning with a f*cked-up smile only a psychopath like me could as I smoked my cigarette not the least bit afraid of my brain getting blown up by a bullet while resting my scythe on my left shoulder with my left hand around its staff.

Our mechanical skeletons were made from neutrinium the hardest man-made alloy in existence.

While my nanites repaired my torn caterpillars and brain cells from overusing my psionic power.

My body was still adapting itself to my former reaper powers, and this time I went a little bit overboard.

Hearing this my marines couldn't help but start snickering satanically as we looked at the fireworks in the sky.

Finally, I saw a dropship that was clearly in much better condition and more advanced than the orc's usual tin cans descend toward us.

Once the dropship touched down its ramp opened up revealing an almost 8-foot-tall green-skinned pointy-eared woman with lush long black hair tied into a ponytail with her left head's side shaved clean.

Who had the body of a warrior covered in tribal tattoos and wearing tribal clothes with top and bottom small tusks sticking out from her lighter shade of green lips dragging a massive battle axe that produced sparks.

I couldn't help but think in shock.

"Son of a bitch those are some huge milkers"

I thought as I looked at the women's breasts that were definitely bigger than F-cups.

As she walked the orcs opened up a path, knelt down, pressed their fists against their chest, and bowed down.

Seeing this I couldn't help but raise my white eyebrow.

To garner such respect from orcs spoke about the woman's capabilities, but It only was going to make this more interesting for me.