Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 518 Ancient Orcs
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Gusa sleeps beneath the barren soil.

A sudden throbbing sensation prompted Gusa to open his eyes. He instinctively opened his arms, tore open the spore sac and crawled out of the ground.

The giant beast breathed heavily, and the uncontrollable information generated in its mind almost tortured it to collapse.

After adapting to the information, Gusa's breathing slowed down and he looked around.

The originally yellowish plains turned green, and were filled with green-skinned orcs gradually crawling out of the spore sacs.

After the 200 million greenskins, who were more than ten meters tall, crawled out of the ground, they did not feel pain like Gusa, but looked calm, acting on instinct like robots executing a predetermined program.

Gusa people are born to know how to unite and cooperate.

A group of greenskins left the plains in columns and went to the hilly areas of the barren planet to collect ore.

These beasts assigned tasks in an instant. The beasts responsible for exploration began to search for mineral veins, and the beasts responsible for mining began to make collection tools.

Sticks, stones, and even sand on the ground...anything that can be used can be turned into tools in the hands of the greenskins.

The minermon began to dig for ore.

About two hours later, mines were built on various mineral deposits in the hilly area. The orcs wielded collecting tools to dig out the ore, and then sent it for smelting.

Then metal came along.

The greenskins began to make iron gathering tools.

With the availability of various basic materials, including iron, automation technology emerged.

Automation is followed by more advanced pre-space age technology, and then post-space age technology…

During this period, groups of greenskins went to the plains to commit suicide. When the body of one greenskin rotted, hundreds of greenskins would grow out of the ground.

As the sun rises, the greenskins crawl out of their spore sacs.

When the sun sets, a green space civilization is established on the planet.

Orbital docks began to produce warships, and surface industrial clusters began to produce weapons and equipment.

By the time a fleet of two thousand warships was established the next afternoon, the planet was already packed with greenskins.

Tens of billions of greenskins gathered in the planet square.

The greenskins stood tightly together, wearing heavy black power armor, waiting for orders in solemn silence.

From birth to now, no beast has asked anything, and no other species has come to explain anything, but the greenskins know everything.

They are located in the corners of the galaxy, on the edge of the last frontier of the Ancients.

Soon, the coalition forces of the Creator and other biological weapon races like the Greenskins will arrive here, and this galaxy, which has been built to perfection by the Greenskins, will become the Greenskins' barracks, continuously supplying war consumables to the front line.

"Why are we gathered here? What's the point?"

Gusa finally couldn't stand the silence and order anymore, and started shouting loudly among his kind.

"We have billions of our kind, and soon tens of billions, and fleets... but it's totally useless."

"If we really want our creator to survive and win, we should think of other ways or invent new technologies that can adapt to war."

"..."

No beast agreed with Gusa's shouting, and no beast cared about him.

His peers were only curious about Gusa's thought process, wondering why this unique individual had these doubts.

Gusa is unique.

This uniqueness makes it fearful, questioning, and thinking...

Gusa's shouting had no effect. When all the greenskins had the same idea: "The time has come", they prepared to leave the barracks system and go to the war.

Battle formations, armies... a series of knowledge about war or organizational forms is imprinted in the genes of the greenskins like technology. Therefore, they do not need anyone to lead or assign them. They will spontaneously form an army and quickly realize which individual can serve as the commander. Then all the beasts will obey the commander's orders unconditionally.

Gusa enters a warship.

All the warships gathered together, and the huge fleet entered the webway. When they emerged from the webway, they saw an even larger fleet.

Those battleships were all used by another biological weapon race. Gusa discovered that his creator did not need battleships at all and could stay in the space environment with his physical body alone.

Five ancient saints will join the battle.

For some reason, this number gave Gusa a great sense of security.

The giant fleet set sail again, entered the Webway, and arrived at a new galaxy.

There is a war going on in the galaxy.

When Gusa tried to see the war with his own eyes, he found that he could not sort out what he saw.

The stars in the universe are mixed together illogically, and the subspace and reality are twisted and entangled.

The warring parties' supernatural technology based on the warp or reality has distorted part of the real universe.

This is why Gusa felt that it was meaningless for everyone to rush here.

But wars at the transcendental level are fought by transcendent beings like the Ancient Ones, and the greenskins only need to be responsible for the simplest things.

A large number of greenskins were launched into space, and Gusa was among them.

The impact of the collapse of the laws of reality is reflected in all aspects. For example, the greenskins are deployed in a space environment, but they can move forward and march as if they were deployed on the surface.

After moving forward for a distance, Gusa saw the enemy that he and his peers needed to deal with - a combat robot that looked like a metal skeleton.

"Decerion" and "Necromancer", these two names that existed in the past or the future emerged in Gusa's mind. The impact and effects of firing weapons that used subspace or real technology to the extreme and weapons with different principles were incomprehensible and observable to the other party.

During the war, Gusa looked around.

The stars are spinning overhead or beneath your feet.

The Eldar war god, larger than a star, fights against enemies of the same level.

The five creators were suspended at the highest point, jointly releasing a kind of power that the greenskins could not understand at all, and all the stars were revolving around them.

This scene was not shocking or grand at all in the eyes of Gusa, because he simply could not understand the battle between the two sides using the most fundamental principles of the subspace or the real universe. Those attacks based on laws or concepts would not explode into brilliant fireworks after a loud bang.

Gusa was watching and soon saw an even more terrifying presence.

That existence looked like a metal creature, dragging a sickle. It just stood there motionless, and the stars in the space were cut apart without any cause or effect on the blade of its sickle.

"Star God."

"Nightbringer."

The knowledge given to it by the Creator reappeared in Gusa's mind.

The Star God took action, advancing in a form that Gusa could not understand. As he passed over the battlefield, those immortal biological weapons created by the ancient saints were branded with the mark of death and were given death.

In the corner of Star God's sight, the greenskins all withered away due to the power of death.

Gusa also died.

It didn't even know why it died.

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Gusa opened his eyes.

What he saw was not a barren planet, nor those incomprehensible war scenes, but only his own room and a corner of the magnificent battleship outside the porthole.

"What happened, hiss." Hisspittle turned from the lab table and looked at the big guy.

"I saw it again," Gusa said, "the war that I couldn't understand, our ancestors..."

"We've already analyzed it, hiss." Hisspittle shrugged. "What you saw should be a memory in your genes. Your ancient ancestor on the biological level should have died in that war, but it was not completely dead. Hiss, one of its spores was scattered among the stars, passed down from generation to generation, and eventually that very distinctive part became a dominant trait in you."

"Your ancestors are unique, and so are you. Hiss."

Fart Spirit repeated the results that he had discussed with Gusa before.

Every time it is emphasized, "You are unique."

"If that's the case, then my direct ancestor was an outlier among his kind. He was fearful, timid, and a rebel. I could sense that he didn't want to fight that war because he believed that even if there were hundreds of billions of Ork warriors, they would not be able to play any role in that war."

"Unless we have a more transcendent power like the Creator or the enemy, or an invention... In short, infantry is useless in that kind of war."

Gusa also sighed again.

At the same time, it couldn't help but sigh in its heart about its own wonderful fate.

Shrinking and worrying are not good things, but they allow him to survive the hands of the green-skinned butchers time and time again, instead of rushing forward like a fool like his peers and being hacked to death, or fleeing in all directions after the general died, and then being gathered and rushing forward again... repeating the cycle until death.

"Our species...hiss, we are not actually flesh and blood creatures." Hiss Fart turned around and continued his research work, "We are like plants, growing from a spore into a warrior. We are like weeds, growing in large numbers and fast. The Creator has given us these characteristics."

Gusa had the same opinion, so he did not respond, but walked to the porthole and looked out.

The battleship has jumped out of the warp and arrived in a new galaxy.

A greenskin fleet is besieging the only planet in the system.

Although they are both warships of the greenskin race, there is a world of difference between the warship where Gusa is and those warships that come from unknown tribes.

"We're here." Gusa turned to look at Hissing Pit, "You go command the void battle, and I'll go to that planet."

Hissy-fart nodded and teleported out of the room, heading for the command deck.

Gusa walked to the corner of the room, put on his helmet, picked up his battle axe, and went to the hangar deck where all the commandos were gathered.

The Bloodaxe warship, surrounded by the Hrud fleet, launched an attack on the greenskin fleet.

The Hrud Fleet was the reward that Guza received from the Hrud for serving as mercenaries to the Hrud and driving the Ultramarines out of a tribal worldship, but they did not play much of a role at all.

Guza's warship was of the same size as the Human Empire's Glorious Queen-class battleship. It sailed in front of the Hrud fleet, sweeping through the enemy ships with its own strength.

During this time, Guza led the commandos to teleport to the surface of the planet.

Warriors of an unknown greenskin tribe are being led by a warlord to attack the planet, and a large number of greenskin guys are besieging the only remaining fortress on the planet's surface.

On the fortress walls of the planet's native inhabitants, the weapons used by the local humans ranged from rifles to city defense cannons, all of which were energy weapons, and the human warriors fought hard on the walls.

Fighting alongside these humans were two different species.

One is a metal robot.

The other type is monkeys.

Those monkeys in clothes looked very smart. Each monkey stood on a human's shoulder, taking out the simple materials from the backpack behind the human to make extremely sophisticated cutting-edge technological products, and using the technological products to assist the human in combat.

But no matter how well humans and monkeys cooperate, they are ultimately unable to fight against the powerful greenskin tribe, so the main force of the war is still metal robots.

While descending to the ground in the airdrop capsule, Gusa saw the person who was commanding the entire war in a spire in the center of the fortress.

Most of them were humans, with a few monkeys dressed in status-connoting attire.

And the leader they were surrounded by - a tall iron man.

(End of this chapter)