The strongest astral army in Warhammer 40K

The orc hunter was prepared and grabbed Russell's right arm with his left hand.

With his left arm injured and his right arm grabbed, Russell was clearly unable to resist at all.

The orc hunter gave a cruel laugh, pulled out his dagger, and plunged it into the man's heart once more.

At this crucial moment, Russell roared, "Soul of the Serpent."

An incredibly powerful force surged through his body, and Russell struggled only briefly before the orc hunter riding on him was immediately thrown aside.

"Die!" Russell roared, slashing at the orc hunter as he drank blood.

The orc hunter was completely unprepared for this human shrimp to suddenly unleash such powerful strength. When the Blood Drinker slashed down, it hurriedly raised its dagger to block.

With the added power, the Blood Drinker's sharpness was beyond description; the dagger and the orc hunter were both cleaved in two.

Having finally killed the orc hunter, Russell let out a long breath and collapsed to the ground. His wounds were still throbbing. How could this orc be so powerful? If he hadn't possessed such a monstrous skill as the Serpent Soul, he probably would have died here today.

Russell rested for a long time this time, and his wounds were slowly healing.

He will definitely encounter such powerful orcs again in the future, and he must think of a better way to deal with them.

A few days later, Russell had recovered to his peak condition and was ready to leave.

Russell soon discovered a huge settlement of orcs.

During the day, Russell hid on the mountain and observed the orc settlement, where he had a very clear view of the situation.

This was a simple camp, surrounded by dilapidated wooden fences. Orc boys wandered around inside, while strong orc warriors patrolled back and forth in neat rows. The big orcs were directing orc craftsmen to reinforce the camp's walls.

Russell estimated that there were tens of thousands of orcs in this camp. If he could kill all the orcs in this camp, he would become incredibly powerful.

However, there are powerful orc warriors and big orcs here, and it will be difficult for me to kill them now. I need to think of a way.

Late at night, Russell quietly approached the camp, where many braziers were still burning and squads of orc warriors were patrolling back and forth.

His laser gun wasn't enough to kill the orc warriors with a single shot; these powerful orc warriors wore heavy, sturdy helmets, and he couldn't just charge in.

Russell circled the camp for a while before quietly leaving, without giving Russell any chance to make a move.

As time passed, Russell waited for the best opportunity to attack, and this wait lasted for more than a month, during which he also observed the situation.

Just as dawn broke, Russell was still half asleep when he suddenly heard a great commotion down the mountain.

A large orc army launched an attack on the camp.

Like a tidal wave, the orc warriors charged forward, and the orcs in the camp launched a counterattack. The battle was extremely fierce, and Russell felt that the fighting between orcs was probably even more brutal than the fighting between humans.

Judging from the flags, these are two tribes; the attacking side has a black flag, while the defending side has a red flag.

The orc warriors under the black banners were stronger, more numerous, and more ferocious in combat; they quickly occupied most of the camp.

The burly orcs under the red banners launched a counterattack. Dozens of burly orcs formed a small squad and charged through the orc warriors.

Their war leader also rushed out. He was a giant orc who was nearly seven meters tall and wielded a giant battle sword. Each swing of the sword could take down several orc warriors.

Russell felt a slight pang of regret upon seeing the Orc War Chief fight Russell. He wished the Orc War Chief could die at Russell's hands.

Seeing that the red team's orc war leader had already entered the fray, the black team's war leader also stepped forward.

It's obvious from their appearance that the Black Faction's Orc War Leader is significantly more powerful, both in terms of size and equipment.

The Orc war leader of the Black Faction has two missile launchers on his shoulders, a huge powered gauntlet on his right hand, and a steel claw more than a meter long on his left.

The orc war leader, who was nearly eight meters tall, kicked down the makeshift wall with one kick and strode in. Two burly orcs tried to stop him but were sent flying by a single punch.

After a tremendous roar, the war leader, wielding a giant battle sword, launched the first attack, slashing down with the massive blade.

Another orc war leader swung his steel claws in his left hand to block.

The sword and the steel claws collided violently, and the massive impact of the two weapons sparked a burst of flames.

After blocking the slash of the battle blade, the black team's orc war leader raised his right power punch and punched the red team's war leader in the chest.

With a loud thud, the punch landed heavily on his chest, shattering the thick plate armor. The leader of the Red Team was also knocked back several steps.

"Surrender, and I might spare your life!" roared the Black Faction's war leader.

At this point, the black orcs had achieved a complete victory. The red orc warriors were either killed or captured, leaving only the war leader alone. If he persisted in his course of action, he would surely die today.

The leader of the Red faction looked around and pondered for a moment before saying, "I can surrender to you, but what about my tribe?"

"Your tribe remains your tribe, but in the event of war, you must obey my commands!" said the leader of the Black War.

The leader of the Red Team said helplessly: Okay, I'll listen to you.

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"Lord Sigismund, I need backup!" Russell said urgently into the communicator.

After a while, Sigismund replied: What situation are you facing now?

"I'm not in danger right now, but I saw two orc leaders and I want to kill them, but I can't do it on my own."

“I understand, I will send reinforcements to support you!” Sigismund said.

Russell was overjoyed to receive Sigismund's affirmative answer. With the help of the Black Temple, completing this task would not be difficult. If he could kill the two war bosses, he would obtain some Muscle Man fragments, which would not only immediately increase his height to 2.13 meters, but also make him much stronger. In short, his strength would increase greatly, which naturally excited Russell.

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In a short while, black airdrop pods appeared in the azure sky, producing long trails of flame due to atmospheric friction.