Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 891 The Twenty-First Legion
As his followers grew, he became the leader of the Greenskins and gave himself the name Green Dam.

I originally wanted to call it Green Overlord, but I thought it wasn't elegant enough, so I changed it to the dam, meaning indestructible.

Fortunately, the strange language he's speaking now perfectly conveys the meaning; otherwise, it would be even more troublesome.

Research has shown that, just as Green Dam had guessed, Suggernaut does indeed have unlimited potential. The oil extracted from it is not only edible, but after simple processing, it can also be used as industrial lubricant and fuel. The abundance of manpower also makes his various research and construction very smooth. It just doesn't quite conform to common sense. It looks like something that was randomly cobbled together to fool people, but it is able to play a role.

Iron Man's obsessive-compulsive disorder always compels him to modify things himself, at least to make them look less unscientific.

The problem is that he can achieve the same effect with a wrench and a hammer that would otherwise require a high-precision machine tool, which isn't very scientific.

Next, the mushroom forest turned into a bustling arsenal, where all sorts of greenskins, big and small, displayed amazing talent. Given blueprints, they could assemble tanks that could shoot flames as fast as rockets from rough parts. The peculiar hand grenades made from a mixture of mushroom spores and Skullgoo oil could blast a bunch of ghouls into the air. There were also simple and easy-to-use cleavers and powerful bang-bangs, which fully armed his greenskin under his command.

Green Dam, with a pipe made from a mushroom stem dangling from his mouth, lit a spore tobacco that looked like yellow gunpowder, squatted atop the highest cap of the mushroom grove, and listened contentedly to the metallic clanging sounds carried on the wind.

The few scoundrels below were arguing over a half-finished vehicle. Two of them were arguing so fiercely about whether the wheels should be round or flat that their eyes turned green. In the end, they simply picked up wrenches and started hitting each other on the head, which ironically created a pleasing curve in the gearbox next to them.

"These idiots." Green Dam, who was already used to this, curled his lip, casually took a grenade from his waist and threw it down. With a loud bang, as the fragments of the farts and tanks scattered all over the ground, his ears finally had some peace and quiet.

Holding his pipe and smacking his lips, Green Dam couldn't resist pulling out the blueprint tucked behind his waist. It was a tank design drawing made by Sgugopi. The anti-gravity suspension device that was originally marked had been replaced by eight sets of springs stacked together by the Greenskins. Once it was built, the tank would bounce up and down with the roar of the engine, just like a chicken sitting on a fascia gun.

But this thing actually managed to jump over three ditches during its first test, smashing several chasing Shooters into a shower of grease.

Although the effect was passable, the high-tech anti-gravity levitation device had turned into a sofa spring, which still displeased Green Dam. So he tied the technician and several other bastards to the prototype Jericho missile to act as testers. If they could come back alive and submit a good report, he would forgive them.

Three days have passed and they still haven't returned, but Green Dam generously forgave them, after all, they are the boss.

Just as he was thinking about how to improve the blueprints, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, and the young technician in charge of grenade development held up a rough iron ball and shouted excitedly.

"Boss! The new formula is complete! The new grenade can create a colorful mushroom cloud, it's awesome!"

Before the words were even finished, a multicolored mushroom cloud suddenly rose in the distance, accompanied by screams of agony from the idiots. Clearly, another impatient person had prematurely detonated a grenade.

A lot of farts must have died, but Green Dam is used to it. There are more of these things than peanuts in the field. A bunch of them can pop up in the blink of an eye. Who cares how many farts have died?

Playing with his new grenade, Green Dam jumped off the mushroom cap and found several green skins decorating his vehicle.

The pile of crooked iron bars on the truck was originally a measuring tool he used to calibrate his machine tools, but now it has become a decoration.
Green Dam took a deep breath. Even though he was used to it, he still couldn't remain calm. So he kicked one of the fart-wisps away, picked up his tools, and did it himself. He patted the chariot's wobbly tail fin and casually grabbed a wrench to start hammering.

With the sound of metal being struck, the base became more and more secure. Although from an aerodynamic point of view, this thing is completely meaningless except for its appearance, the test results showed that installing it could increase the speed by 30%.

Touching the welds on the tank's exterior that he had smoothed out, Green Dam suddenly felt that those crooked lines weren't so bad after all. After all, in the current environment, being able to use it well is the most scientific truth.

While playing farming in Green Dam, the Emperor, far away in Terra, watched as a Primarch's gene seed grew increasingly green and couldn't help but fall into deep thought: Is this thing broken? Or has it mutated?

Fortunately, the Space Marines implanted with the gene seed did not exhibit any abnormal behavior. On the contrary, their genes were exceptionally stable, their personalities were relatively peaceful, and they possessed an extraordinary level of resistance and research into physics and energy. They were particularly skilled at modifying and manufacturing power armor, making them rare Space Marines who combined physical and mental prowess.

The Twenty-first Legion, named Titan's Hammer, displayed its unique characteristics from the very beginning. All its members participated in the manufacture of the Legion's warships and weapons, and put forward a great deal of valuable suggestions for improvement, which surprised even the Martian Mechanicus.

The thirst for knowledge has long permeated the soul and code of the Mechanicus, leading to deeper technical exchanges and cooperation with the Twenty-First Legion. Many Tech-Priests have even voluntarily joined the Twenty-First Legion.

Interestingly, the 21st Legion also has a good business sense, engaging in private transactions with other legions to acquire many valuable items that even the Mechanical Sages envy.

The Emperor did not wait until all the Primarchs were gathered before launching the Great Crusade. In fact, the Emperor was very anxious, and one could even say he couldn't wait to launch a massive expedition. Many of the lost planets that were recaptured were developed during the Golden Age of mankind, and many of them were creations of the Golden Age.

For the current human empire, even a lawnmower from the Golden Age would be a valuable asset.

Unfortunately, not every legion is skilled in technology, and even those who are not don't focus their main efforts on it. The Twenty-First Legion, however, prefers research and trade to combat, and even secretly builds its own forging world, making them a prime example of audacity, especially considering they don't even have a Primarch yet.

This wasn't something nobody knew; at least the Emperor and the Mechanicus knew.

However, for the Emperor, the Twenty-first Legion, which was skilled in technology and provided high-quality equipment to other legions along the way, was undoubtedly beneficial to the Great Expedition, so he simply acquiesced.

For the current emperor, anything that benefits the Great Expedition is acceptable.

As for the Mechanicus, because of the frequent technological exchanges between the two sides, they chose to turn a blind eye. In fact, as long as their thirst for knowledge could be satisfied, they didn't care about such trivial matters at all.

As the Emperor launched the Great Expedition, Green Dam, increasingly adapted to the new environment, performed with increasing ease. He invented various weapons such as flamethrower chariots, launched the Green Dam Expedition, conquered one mushroom field after another, and formed his own tribe, nicknamed Green Overlord. He also engaged in larger-scale wars with other tribes, with the emergence of chariots, missiles, and even mechs.

At the current rate of development, if the Emperor arrives late, he can still drive the Battle Moon to Terra to offer his birthday greetings to the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)