Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

An hour later.

Gloria drove Howard across the desert. This time, Howard was no longer placed horizontally on the back of the car like a bag of rice, but could sit upright.

Although the two still distrusted each other, they reached a consensus on at least one thing.

That is, the person who issued this order is either stupid or bad, both stupid and bad. Unless the person who issued this order has a whole unknown Astartes hidden under his command and can suddenly send down a miracle force when the battle situation becomes critical, otherwise this order is using the lives of millions of Imperial soldiers to gild his own political life.

If the commander had given this order in front of Gloria, she really wasn't sure if she could resist the urge to shoot this idiot in the head.

But after all, the order wasn't given in front of Gloria, so this thought remained a mere thought. Now that the order had been clearly conveyed, even if she went to kill the commander, the order couldn't be retracted. Furthermore, if she killed the commander at this point, she would be a traitor. Even if the commander's decision was proven to be foolish, she wouldn't be able to erase the label of traitor. This was something Gloria absolutely could not tolerate.

Soon they arrived at the site of the firefight. Even though all the troops that went out to fight were killed, the orc boys in the city did not think of relying on fortifications to defend themselves. Or, in other words, when the orcs built the garbage city, they did not consider the issue of defense at all.

Because they have always been the only ones to invade and plunder other races, very few other races can fight back against them.

Faced with the counterattacking human troops, the greenskins were eager to fight. What the orcs feared was not fighting and death, but the lack of fighting and death.

They opened the gates of the garbage city, drove all kinds of outrageous vehicles out of the gates and engaged in fierce fire with the imperial army.

On the desert floor, the Orks' bizarre Boom Booms collided with the Empire's Lemanus tanks. In the sky, the Orks' old propeller-driven aircraft and Thunderhawk gunships engaged in a dogfight. This aircraft could only be called an aircraft. It looked like an Ork covered in an iron shell with propellers. Even the attack of this aircraft was manually fired by the Orks inside the iron shell.

Yet, even this outrageous creature was able to engage in a back-and-forth battle with the Thunderhawk gunships, a collection of the Empire's industrial essence. Its occasional, counterintuitive evasive maneuvers made the airship pilots wary. Smoking fragments and hulls fell from the sky, some from the Orc aircraft, some from the Empire's gunships.

Gloria ran her motorcycle engine to maximum speed, and she placed the explosive weapon on her waist and fired blindly. She never changed her shooting posture or angle, but instead controlled the weapon's sight by raising or lowering the front of the motorcycle, and turning left and right. At all times, the barrel of the gun and the axis of the motorcycle were always in a parallel straight line.

Skipping the step of aiming, and placing the weapon on her waist so that the entire motorcycle could help absorb the recoil, Gloria could pull the trigger continuously. The large-caliber explosive weapon sprayed with tongues of flame, turning all enemies that blocked her path into pieces.

If one were watching from a distance, Gloria would have looked like a warrior in mythology, riding a horse and slaying a dragon. Holding a flaming spear in her hand, she carved a path paved with blood and burning with fire among the dark creatures blocking her way.

"Boom!"

Gloria's rampage among the orcs finally attracted the attention of a more powerful orc. This orc, with half of his skull exposed and plated with shiny metal, stood in front of Gloria, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, as if he wanted to stop Gloria with his body.

But Gloria would never give this a chance. She stepped on the brake pedal, and the motorcycle under her crotch performed a thrilling drift under her control. The body of the motorcycle rotated 180 degrees around the body of the giant orc. Now, it was Gloria's turn to face the orc's back with the front of the motorcycle.

The moisture in the air condenses into ice flowers due to the low temperature, and the ice flowers flash with tiny electric charges between each other.

Gloria was using psychic power, and the way she used it was very simple. She simply used psychic power to lift the head of her motorcycle a little bit, just pointing it at the back of the giant beastman's head.

Howard finally realized that this girl's shooting technique was the same as that of a western cowboy. In order to pursue speed, those cowboys would not aim when shooting, but would shoot blindly based on instinct after picking up the gun.

"boom!"

The explosive weapon was fired, and half of the orc's head shattered, but the orc collector did not die immediately.

If Gloria could see the orc's expression directly, she would find that even after she shot off half of its head and one eye with a gun, a confused expression appeared on its face. Then the orc reached out and touched the half of its head that was right, and then put it back in front of its eyes to check.

It was not until he saw the brain matter and blood on his hands that the beastman showed an expression of sudden realization, and then fell straight to the ground and died.

But a steady stream of orcs howled loudly and ran out of the orc garbage city to participate in this battle feast. They were originally the guys who were assigned to the task of guarding the home, and many of them were unhappy about it. But now, thanks to the death of the vanguard troops, these frustrated home-guarding troops can finally fight to their heart's content.

Given the orcs' outrageous fighting spirit and troop replenishment, killing an elite monster-level orc would be of no help.

But after all, the human empire had completed its assembly in order to deal with the previous wave of orcs, so the number of troops deployed to the garbage city at one time was still more than that of the orcs. In this case, at the cost of thousands of deaths every minute and every second, the human troops were actually constantly advancing towards the gate of the garbage city.

This sign gave the human side a wrong judgment, and soon, more radical orders reached the ears of the nuns. Such orders were generally only given to officers at all levels on the front line, and then the officers who received the orders would lead their soldiers to carry them out.

Although Gloria was an officer in terms of rank, she did not have any soldiers under her command because the Sisters and the Astra Militarum were two completely different functional departments. The reason why this order was also given to the Sisters was because as an elite unit, the Sisters' combat effectiveness was stronger than that of ordinary Astra Militarum. Any command on the battlefield required the assistance of the Sisters and other elite units.

After receiving this order, the nun cursed again, but despite cursing, she still stepped on the accelerator and rushed all the way to the front of the human line.

The nun knew that the orcs released by the Blackwater Node now were far from their full combat power, and the orc war leaders and psychic wizards had not yet appeared.

After two years of fighting, Gloria could clearly feel that the orcs in this area were more cunning.

But now, only a few people can see through the war situation, and not all soldiers are qualified to review combat files like her.

Therefore, the nun must rush to the front. She has a higher rank, better equipment, and is more powerful than these mortal soldiers, so it is her responsibility to face the danger in the front.