"Shooting these Orks was far more convenient than shooting those Chaos Space Marines." Lin Fan silently tossed the gun in his hand back to the kid and replaced the energy magazine in his old gun, which had just cooled down after overheating.
Those Chaos Space Marines were fast and tough. Only by hitting the weak points in their power armor could one inflict any real damage. And those battle-hardened monsters had terrifyingly accurate combat instincts, able to tell where you would shoot the next second just from your gaze and the direction of your gun barrel.
But these Orks? Saying they knew how to use cover was already giving them too much credit. Who knew how these guys understood the concept of cover? One foot planted on a sandbag, the rest of their bodies exposed stiffly in Lin Fan's line of sight.
The most troublesome part of shooting was when the Orks opened fire. Their muzzle flashes were simply too huge to ignore. Sometimes Lin Fan could not even tell whether his shots had landed, since those flashes obscured his view like smoke grenades.
Fortunately, the Orks still died, and they died quickly.
"Tech-Priest Delia! Are there any more Orks nearby?"
"Ah, yes. There is another group of Orks in the lower levels. They are fifty meters away in a straight line, but the shortest route is 2,400 meters."
"Alright, then let's keep moving."
The group swiftly made their way through the ship's complex internal structure. Along the way, they saw many Astra Militarum corpses and traces of fierce fighting.
It seemed the Ork force in the lower levels was not a small squad like the one they had just encountered, but a larger force that had already gathered inside the ship.
Still, Lin Fan understood Ork temperament. As long