Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 86 Irelia: God!
Vespasian is not in good condition at the moment.

As one of only four lord commanders among the Emperor's sons, he must now defend the last line of defense leading to the upper deck.

In the original plan, Adorlu was to command the naval battles with the various gun turrets and weapons of the warships, while he was to deal with the orcs who had infiltrated the Imperial Pride.

But as more and more orc boys flooded into the cabin, it became increasingly difficult for him to cope.

Especially after the Eldar suddenly invaded their ship's command center and defeated Adorlu, who was in charge of the naval battle.

Deprived of external weapon support, more and more orc lads are now gathering in front of their decks, following Warboss's roar.

"How's it going at headquarters?"

"Lord Kasgar is negotiating with the Eldar, and both sides have reached an agreement to come and provide support!"

"Where is Lord Fugrim?"

"Their boarding squad has penetrated deep into the core area of ​​the enemy warship and is about to kill the enemy leader!"

"it is good!"

Vesper temporarily disabled the helmet's communication system, focusing his attention on wielding his sword and continuing his battle against the enormous green orc opposite him.

The situation is developing in a favorable direction.

It seems that all we need to do is hold on a little longer and hold off the orcs until the Kasgar and Eldar reinforcements arrive, and then we'll be safe.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Foolish shrimp!"

The other person's thunderous laughter made him feel a little uneasy.

Commander Vesper's first opponent was a heavily armored leader whose entire body was covered in hard steel. Countless randomly assembled iron blocks adorned his body, yet somehow they provided him with extremely strong defensive capabilities.

Even Vespasian's sword could not cut through his iron armor.

As for weapons, this big, green-haired boss used a large iron clamp on his right hand and a large curved hook on his left.

It has a very pirate-like style.

boom!
Just then, a circular gap, large enough for several people to pass through, suddenly appeared on the side of the defensive line!
Behind the breach, large numbers of orcs were pouring out, cheering.

"Waaaaagh!"

This is the cunning wisdom of the orc leader.

He was able to sneakily blow up Shrimp's boat when Shrimp wasn't paying attention, allowing his men to get behind Shrimp.

Smash the shrimp hard on the back of the head!
This sudden gap really put Vespasian's defense in a difficult position.

The Emperor's Sons are currently short of troops, and they have been able to hold off the orcish horde attacks only because of the advantage of the narrow terrain gaps.

With an additional front now in place, it's really difficult for him to divide his forces to defend it.

"Waaaaagh!"

The orc lads, having breached the enemy lines, raised their large axes and charged impatiently toward the back of the giant purple-clad men.

fighting!

Cool!
After holding back for so long, they finally have a chance to have their fill!

Then they saw several slender bean sprouts rushing toward them, wearing huge and comical white masks.

The orcs at the forefront raised their great axes at them.

But what he received in response was the opponent's extremely fast attack.

With that unparalleled speed, the orc only felt a chill on his neck before his head slid lightly to the ground.

Even the sound was extremely faint.

As if manipulating some kind of exquisite silk thread, the tribe warrior stood on one tiptoe after slaying the orc, his movements elegant.

As followers of Kane, the god of murder, their skills are precise and elegant.

Then, one head after another fell to the ground.

In terms of individual combat strength, these bean sprouts wearing huge masks are even more terrifying than Space Marines.

"Eldar! Where is your leader now?!"

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived on his side, Vespasian was naturally delighted and asked the tribal warrior who was blocking the gap.

The other party did not answer his question, but only continued to harvest the heads of the orcs.

"That cunning shrimp has actually ambushed the bean sprout reinforcements!"

"Waaaaagh!"

However, Warboss on the other side seemed quite unhappy about this.

He raised the large iron pliers in his hand, intending to cut the purple shrimp in half.

Stupid!
Just as he was about to launch his attack, Irelia seized the perfect moment to strike.

With a speed that Vespasian could not have anticipated, he spun the two mirror swords in his hands and thrust them towards the neck of the giant warboss orc.

Sizzle!
This unexpected blow did indeed shatter the orc's crudely pieced-together armor and pierce into his flesh.

After the pain subsided, the orc's powerful left arm swept across, and the large, curved hook mounted on it seemed about to fall on Yrel.

when!
It was that same purple-gold shield that blocked the opponent's attack at that moment.

Under the heavy blow of the orc leader, Kasgar was forced to take several steps back until he came to a stop when he touched Yrel's body.

"Hmph. I don't need your help to dodge that attack."

"Human, are you underestimating me?"

"I haven't said anything yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Casca said helplessly."

The powered spear in his right hand aimed at the orc's large iron pincers on his right hand.

But the orc noticed the attack and gripped it firmly with his power pincers.

What a foolish little shrimp, letting him so easily seize the weapon?
The orc leader gave a disdainful smile.

Meanwhile, Iriel, standing beside Casca, seemed to be able to read Casca's mind, requiring no further communication.

With a light leap, using the shaft of the power spear as a fulcrum, he rushed forward like a cannonball, adding another slash to the wound he had just inflicted.

"Ow!"

This powerful attack caused the orc Warboss to release the power spear from Kasgar's hand in pain, and his massive body quickly retreated several steps.

"This time, I'll finally be your support, right?"

"You were the one who made a stupid mistake and got pinched. I had no choice but to help you out."

"Human, you should be grateful to me."

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

"Casca said helplessly."

Faced with this situation, even the orc leader angrily raised his large iron pincers and snapped them hard in the air a few times.

"Waaaaagh!"

I think this shrimp and bean sprout are flirting with me.

"Stop talking nonsense and just end this already."

As he spoke, Casca swung his right hand back to gather power, pointing the power spear in his hand backward.

"Throwing spears? Is that the best solution that humans can imagine?"

"It's laughable. Even with the technology for powered weapons, it's still nothing more than—"

call out--

In an instant, the retractable spear, carrying a disintegrating force field at its tip, pierced deeply into the orc's exposed wound.

"kind--!"

Then, it began to stir in all directions.

"Do it!"

This time, Vespa, who knew the purpose of the gadgets in Casca's possession beforehand, was the one who launched the first attack.

While the orc leader was being thrown into chaos by the Phoenix Spear, Vesper spotted an opening and found a gap in the opponent's steel jaw.

A sword seals the throat.

"It's done!"

After the orc leader was killed, the other orc lads around him instantly lost their leader. Some fell into a state of dejection and confusion, while others began to fight with the other orcs around them.

In short, now a motley crew, they could no longer pose much of a threat to the emperor's sons.

Of course, this does not mean that the battle is over.

"Hey, Fugrim! How's it going on your end?"

"The enemy's big guy is dead, and the orc warship is in chaos."

Fugrim's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"I'll be right back. How's the ship?"

"The orc leader is also dead, but we don't yet know what the Eldar will do next."

"Okay, if anything changes, you hold them off and wait for me."

"I'll be right back."

Kaska finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Having lost all their leaders, the orc boys' warships will soon be reduced to dust in space by the vengeful barrage of the Emperor's Pride.

As for the orcs who boarded the warship, although they were somewhat troublesome to eliminate, they could no longer pose a significant threat.

If the Eldar were even slightly more normal, this battle would be over.

"Let's take stock of the battle situation first, Ador, what are our losses?"

"The Orcs' attack came very quickly, but fortunately our Space Marines were relatively concentrated at the time. The death toll was around 40, and the gene seeds of all of them were successfully recovered by the apothecaries."

"As for the ordinary crew members, most of them worked on the middle and lower decks at the time. The number of deaths is currently being tallied and may exceed tens of thousands."

"This is only inside the flagship; the situation on the other escort ships of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet is even worse."

"That's not good news."

Casca frowned.

The biggest shortage of crew for the Imperial Pride right now is manpower, specifically well-trained voidship crew members.

While it's possible to replenish manpower from Byzantium, training people from a feudal society to operate a spaceship would take a considerable amount of time.

Not to mention cleaning up the mess left behind by the orcs.

In this world, orcs are more like fungi than animals.

They can photosynthesize using their green skin, and reproduce by spreading through spores.

Adult orcs will continuously release spores during their actions, which will grow and eventually evolve into orcs when they encounter a suitable environment.

Although orcs can't grow in a steel place like a void ship, if the spores aren't cleaned up properly and are taken to other worlds by the crew, then wherever their twenty-eight expeditionary fleets arrive, there will be greenskins, and then you'll be in trouble.

The idea that the already small number of personnel on the Imperial Pride ship could complete the cleanup of the warships was unrealistic.
Sigh, I don't know when this will be resolved.

Which bastard even invented the beastman species?!
Don't you have any manners?

Kaska cursed inwardly.

"We'll talk about replacements later."

"You guys go and try to keep the spaceship running normally. Once Fugrim returns, we'll send people down to clear out the remaining orcs."

After giving his instructions, Kasgar looked at the Eldar from the Ark beside him.

These people could be considered the last bomb inside the warship.

They were gathered together, their gazes toward Casca filled with the same wariness.

"Chiefs of the Adalin, how are you?"

"Casga shouted loudly."

After all, they didn't have a communication system before.

"Stop arguing, humans."

"Also, my name is Irelia. Irelia Ursanash."

"Casgar. Wait, you're Irelia?"

Well, maybe she should be glad it's Kasgar and not Kargath (Bladefist).

"Hmm? It seems even these uncouth humans have heard of the name of our warrior, Iriel—"

"Aren't you a man?"

It must be said that Casca knows how to talk.

Just like Dorne's mouth, once he speaks, he achieves an effect that even the Khans couldn't accomplish by racking their brains.

"Humans—!"

"Tell me, which guy is spreading rumors about me?"

Chicken-like.

Of course, Casca couldn't say it directly.

"Perhaps my information was incorrect," he said with an apologetic smile.

"I've only heard that a very famous naval genius leader named Iriel came from the Iyanden Ark."

"As for the gender, I might have misheard, haha, please don't mind it."

The entire spaceship is practically unusable right now, so it's best not to lower ourselves to the level of these arrogant Eldar.

First, say some nice things to appease them and get them to leave.

"Hmph, at least you have some wisdom."

Irene could hardly hide the smile on her lips.

"Iriel, is there anything else you need?"

Hurry up and go! Why are you still lingering here?
"Human, one of our tribe warriors is badly wounded."

"If no suitable rescue measures are taken, she will likely die."

treat?

Kasgar realized that there was something wrong with his right hand; it should now be called his right arm, and that the psionic flame that could heal injuries was there.

Should we use it on these bean sprouts?

Although it might expose his abilities.

After all, they had helped him at a crucial moment, and the dying tribe warrior had been seriously injured because of the title "Imperial Pride".

Without them, the Emperor's Son would likely have suffered even more casualties under the Orcish attack.

Although these guys never speak human language or do human things, they ultimately mean well.

"I'll do it. I know a little psionic healing."

Fine, let's get it treated.

Consider it a way to get them off the flagship sooner.

It's not to repay a favor to the aliens!
Don't get me wrong!

"Human, we have indeed fought side by side before, but that doesn't mean we will trust you."

Irele's tone was filled with impatience.

If even a noble spirit race couldn't heal this injury, what methods could a mere human like him possibly have?
Psychic powers?
Just kidding, compared to the powerful Eldar, humanity's meager psionic energy is like the faint glow of a light bulb compared to the light of a lighthouse.

Humans, mere beings, merely seized the dominant position in the Milky Way by sheer luck after the Great Fall. Their understanding of the world and the highest heavens is laughably naive.

How dare you talk about psychic powers in front of her?

Don't get too carried away.

"Human, your confidence is simply astounding—"

At that very moment, she saw the golden-red flames swirling around the right hand of Casgar's power armor as he approached.

At that moment, all the Spirit Race members present fell silent.

This flame was somewhat familiar to their Eldar.

too familiar.

Irelia: "Ah"

Yrel: "The fire of Asuyan."

(End of this chapter)