Chapter 62 62, We Orc warriors are fearless!

 When the Primarch walked out of the corpses of the Orcs carrying the Bone Crusher, who looked like a dead dog.

  The front of the Orc Legion completely collapsed.

  The fear of countless Orcs for the Primarch became real under the effect of the Waaagh force field. Most of the Orcs in front of him even lost the courage to raise their weapons.

  From then on, the task of delaying time was completed.

  Unless the warlords captured by humans have the ability to escape by themselves, they are not qualified to become the boss of the Orcs.

  Unless the orcs in the world of Organa can quickly compete for a powerful warlord, it is impossible to rush to the main battlefield in a short time.

  Watching the orcs dispersing like a tide, the imperial warriors who were still fighting on the battlefield all showed incredible expressions.

  Such a large number of orcs were really defeated in their hands, and everything seemed like a dream.

  The Krieg soldiers wiped the blood on the bayonets with their sleeves and moved closer to the Primarch.

  Looking at the blood-soaked majestic figure, they were stunned. They completed such a dangerous mission with almost the lowest casualty rate.

  Although they still habitually remained indifferent on the surface, the joy brought by redemption, glory and victory was still surging in their hearts.

  When the Primarch first appeared, he fell from the sky and became a beacon pointing to victory on the charge path of the Krieg soldiers. At this moment, the light of the beacon became brighter and brighter.

  [Ding! ——]

  In just a moment, countless soldiers received the invitation of the heart network at the same time.

  Their faces hidden behind the bird-beak respirator, after a brief confusion, regained their perseverance.

  The Ultramarines led by Gray and the Primarch's guards were also approaching Dukel.

  The Ultramarines were also covered in blood at this moment, but their faces still couldn't hide the joy of victory.

  From the moment they pledged allegiance to the second Primarch, they never lacked great victories.

  The Primarch's guards seemed even calmer. These warriors who followed the Primarch on Ophelia VII were even calmer.

  In their view, victory is what it should be.

  "Great Majesty, thank you for your blessing. Victory has come to me again, but it is not my credit. I am weak and have only played a very small role." Kane

  prayed silently in his heart, and could not help but confide his joy at the moment to the Emperor.

  After completing the assembly of the troops, Duke led them back to the battleship group.

  Then he took the Bone Crusher to the intelligence agency.

  "Completely destroy the will of this alien." Duke pointed at Saraka, "Can you do it?"

  "This is a very important mission for me and all mankind. I think it's your turn to play a role."

  However, after hearing his words, the intelligence personnel present and the executioners who are good at torture and interrogation all showed difficulty.

  Finally, an intelligence officer came out with a stiff upper lip.

  "Your Highness, some of our... um, methods" The intelligence officer carefully chose his words, "most of our methods are aimed at humans, and may not be effective against powerful aliens like Warlords."

  Then he carefully explained the reasons to the Primarch.

  The body structure of orcs is very different from that of humans, and their senses are relatively dull. In particular, there is a strange force field on their bodies.

  The torture methods used on human traitors are unlikely to have any effect on them.

  "So troublesome." Duker frowned slightly.   

  The orcs' genes have a strong resistance to psychic energy. If Duker wants to use the mind network to invade, he must rely on psychic energy.

  But his psychic energy is not enough to directly distort the will of the bone crusher. He must first destroy the psychological defense of the orcs.

  If this step cannot be smoothly advanced, his plan to invade the orc network will be a long way off.

  "Hahaha, don't dream!" The bone crusher laughed at the side, "It's just a shrimp."

  Although the bone crusher was very arrogant and seemed very unruly, when the original body looked at him, he still couldn't hide his fear of him. He swallowed hard and said with his neck stiff,

  "Gudu~ You'd better kill me!"

  Want to break the will of the great orc warriors?

  It's easier to kill them!

  Duker narrowed his eyes and thought about other possibilities.

  Suddenly, he remembered that when it comes to torturing people, there seems to be an organization that is more professional than the intelligence department, the Mechanicus.

  Most of the mechanical torture instruments in the empire were made by the Mechanicus.

  Under the various hormone drugs and shocking torture instruments used by these oil men, not to mention humans, even a stone can be tortured to tears.

  And there happened to be a great sage of the Mechanicum beside him.

  Although the great sage was still on Eurostar at the moment, distance was never a problem in front of the Lord of the Heart Net.

  Thinking of this, Duker directly called a servitor.

  Then he pulled Gris's consciousness over through the heart net and poured it into the servitor's brain.

  "Uh, Your Highness, you caught the Bone Crusher so quickly." Gris quickly adapted to the servitor's body, and knew the purpose of his visit through the heart net, and praised from the bottom of his heart.

  "Can you do it?" Duker asked.

  "This. I have considered several plans before."

  The servitor's mechanical eyes flashed red, as if downloading some information.

  The great sage seemed to have considered the method of torturing orcs a long time ago, but he had never tried it himself.

  "Your Highness, I will try my best." Gris's tone was still calm, with the feeling of a humble scholar, which was very consistent with his identity as a great sage.

  After a brief flash of red light, Gris brought the warlord into the interrogation room.

  But the more peaceful the great sage was, the more the intelligence officers nearby, who were known for their harshness, could not help but be shocked and lamented the tragic fate of the orc.

  On the other hand, the bone crusher himself still looked very tough, with a sneer on his face. Even though he was dragged into the interrogation room by Gris and the door was closed, everyone could still recall his unruly expression.

  "Haha, give up, you seem to underestimate the will of us Orks, don't you?"

  "No matter what you prepare, we orc warriors are fearless!"

  "I-Ahhhh!!!"

  "What is this, no! Waaagh!!!!"

  Hearing this earth-shattering scream, the intelligence officers surrounding the interrogation room fell silent.

  At this moment, they even began to doubt their own professionalism and considered the possibility of going to the Mechanicus for further study.

  In the next few days, the screams of the warlords echoed in the battleship interrogation room.

  The sound lingered for a long time, lingering in the hearts of every intelligence officer passing by.

  Just like that unruly face.

  (End of this chapter)