Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 231 The Green Orcs have sent you a speed competition application

The Spartan warriors' plan is currently in the first phase.

The super soldier serum that has been improved and adapted to Warhammer humans is, judging from the data test results, almost as good as the Chuji Stormtrooper.

In addition, Carol incorporated the biotechnology of the Engineers and implanted growable armor into the skin, forming a substance similar to a black shell, which can not only greatly enhance the survivability of the "Spartan", but also enhance all aspects of quality.

As for the second stage of enhancement, we will have to wait for the research on the perfect T virus.

He didn't dare to experiment with this thing in the Warhammer universe. God knows if he would attract the attention of the 'kind father'.

Now that he was being watched by Old K and Jianqi, he was already under a lot of pressure and didn't want to cause trouble for the other two.

"Although the Spartan-1 experiment was very successful, it still has major shortcomings." Carol sighed with great regret, "I am not an expert in mechanics, so I cannot tailor-make power armor for them. If I had a more powerful power armor, I could bring out their greatest combat power."

"It's alright, Mr. Carol."

Hearing this, Alvin grinned and said mysteriously: "I know a friend who is very proficient in how to make power armor."

The friend he was talking about was, of course, Tony Stark. As the smartest genius in the Marvel Universe, it should be no problem for him to tailor more than a dozen sets of power armor specifically for his Spartan warriors, right?

"When did you get to know him?" Carol was even more confused. This heir seemed to have quite a wide network of contacts!

"Uh, keep it a secret." Alvin coughed lightly. There was no way to explain this matter.

If we are not careful, it may be regarded as a conspiracy of Chaos. Let's wait until the right opportunity comes.

"You probably have something else to do, right?"

Carol looked at Alvin who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and immediately guessed that he had something else to say.

"Ahem, you guessed it right."

Alvin seemed to be guilty of something. He coughed twice and his eyes wandered around: "It's just a small matter. I want to ask you if there is any way to solve it."

Little things?

Carol stared at the guilty Alvin, and her sharp gaze made the latter scratch his head in embarrassment.

After a long silence, he looked at Alvin meaningfully and said, "You know what? You are very similar to your grandfather. I remember when he was young, every time he got into trouble, he would come to me like you are doing now."

Feelings run in the family. Alvin touched his head and smiled awkwardly but politely.

"The reason you came to me specifically must be related to Huangquan No. 8, right?" Carol saw through Alvin's little thoughts at a glance, and couldn't help but shook her head and sighed, "What is it? I know a few great sages from Huangquan No. 8, let's see if I can help you."

"It's not a big deal, just help me save someone."

Alvin touched his nose and whispered, "It's just that his identity is a little troublesome. He is a great sage of the Dark Mechanicus."

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After hearing Alvin's request, Carol's thought array was almost burned.

Then, the forehead of this great biological sage seemed to be on fire, with wisps of white smoke and hot air coming out. His whole body was in a state of shutdown, as if the CPU was overloaded, and he fell into a long silence.

Just as Alvin was considering whether to use physical cooling, Carol turned her head stiffly and looked at him: "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again."

"Uh..." Meeting Carol's gaze, Alvin felt even more guilty: "That's right, Dark Mechanical God, please don't misunderstand me. We are not friends, we just have a simple trading relationship. I can swear to the Emperor!"

"How do you know someone from the Dark Mechanicus?"

Carol was puzzled, but then she reacted and grasped the key words: "Wait, you said trade. What did you trade with them? The people of the Dark Mechanicus are all heretics. Don't be fooled!"

At this point, Alvin no longer intends to keep it a secret from Carol.

After all, he will have many plans in the future that will require the help of Carol, the great biological sage. Moreover, during this period of time, he has deeply felt that Carol's love for him is like that of a father, so he decided to explain a little.

"Ahem, actually we have traded two or three times, but you can rest assured that I have not suffered any loss." Alvin took a deep breath, giving Carol some time to catch her breath, and then dropped a bombshell: "As for the content of this transaction, it is 40 gene seeds, 10 sets of implanted organs, and sets of Primaris implanted organs."

Boom!

Carol's thought array almost had a short circuit!
It was like a bolt from the blue, which exploded him from the inside out, and the temperature rose at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"What do you want gene seeds for?!" Panic flashed across his blood-red electronic eyes, and his tone became extremely serious. Carol stared at him intently: "Do you know that Space Marine transformation surgery is a taboo that cannot be touched in the Empire?"

The Space Marines are super warrior biological genetic templates created by the Emperor for the Great Crusade, specifically based on the Primarchs and humans.

The reason why the great human empire has been able to span millennium after millennium in the dark and turbulent galaxy is that, in addition to the countless human soldiers who fought for it, the existence of the Space Marines also played a crucial role!
As a great sage of biology, Carol knew better than Alvin how much trouble would be caused if this matter was touched upon.

The best scenario would be an extermination order.

As for the worst place, it is probably the entire galaxy, where there won't be any place for Valsius to stand.

But Alvin continued to smile without saying anything, as if he had no intention of explaining at all.

Looking at Alvin, Carol gradually regained his composure. Although the contact time was relatively short, he knew the young heir very well.

As ambitious and talented as his grandfather, he is a natural-born traveling merchant!

He didn't believe that with Alvin's intelligence, he would not think of the consequences of doing so. Once discovered by the empire, it would definitely cause huge trouble!
If he just coveted the power of the Space Marines, he could have recruited a group of Space Marines under the name of Valsius. Even if he was discovered by the Inquisition in the future, he could have used the diplomatic powers of a Rogue Merchant to obtain immunity.

But once you touch the taboos of the Space Marines, there will be no turning back!
"Can you tell me why you did this?" Carol thought about it, suppressed her shock, sat back in her chair, looked at Alvin, and said word by word: "I don't believe you don't know the consequences of doing this."

"It is precisely because I know it that I must do it."

Alvin was very serious, his eyes did not waver at all, and he faced Carol directly: "If I say that I did this to deal with possible dangers in the future, would you believe it?"

In fact, he was also very clear that privately creating Space Marines would inevitably involve great risks.

However, his sixth sense and the growing sense of urgency that always lingered in his heart seemed to urge him to do so.

To put it bluntly, it's just uneasiness!

It is not only about the great enemies of Chaos, the Green Orcs, the Necrons, the Eldar, the Tyranids, but also about the uneasiness of the Human Empire!
Don’t ask why there is no titanium family, the reason is that titanium is stronger.

He will never forget that time when he was swallowed by endless pain the moment he came into contact with the cold sun!

Just like the Primarch Robert Guilliman's understanding of the 'father' who now sits on the Golden Throne, Arwen fears both foreign enemies and the Lord of Mankind.

Carol was silent for a long time after hearing this.

Finally, looking at Alvin's seriousness, Carol decided to trust his judgment: "Okay, I believe you, but we must be careful about this matter and never let it out, otherwise, Valshus will be finished!"

If the Space Marines, the Imperial High Lords, and the Inquisition find out, even a few more trade warrants from the Emperor won't be enough to save them!

"Don't worry, except you and Elsa, I promise that no one else will know about this." Alvin felt a little relieved. Even if Carol disagreed, he would find a way to do it secretly, but a unified position was the best outcome after all.

"I will try to contact some of my old friends."

Carol felt inexplicably tired. Just as he expected, this heir was too troublesome.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Carol." Alvin thanked the elder from the bottom of his heart for saving him a lot of trouble: "I have already told Lucy Ennie that she will send a professional team to the family flagship to perform surgery on Grandpa."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on this matter." Carol nodded slightly, but still a little worried: "There are many scattered warships of the green-skinned orcs in the sky above the Hongbei District. They are in the war zone in space. It will be difficult for us to support you at that time. You must be careful."

"Don't worry, Mr. Carol."

Alvin smiled and nodded, comforting him, "I will be fine. After finishing the operation on grandpa, we will evacuate the alert planet as soon as possible."

"I forgot to ask you, your deal does not include power armor?"

Suddenly, Carol asked a soul-searching question.

Alvin fell into a brief silence. He seemed to have really not mentioned: "Uh, we should have this thing in our warehouse, right?"

"No." Carol glanced at him. "We don't need the power armor worn by Space Marines, so why do we need to stockpile them? We originally had several pieces of finely crafted power armor, but your grandfather gave them all away to save you."

When he said this, Alvin could clearly hear a hint of complaint in his tone.

Come to think of it, the fine-crafted power armor can be regarded as a family heirloom, but in order to save him, Holman had to take it out.

"Uh"

Now, Alvin was in an awkward situation.

He had completely forgotten about power armor. To be precise, he didn't forget it, but he felt that a traveling trader like Valshus should have this thing.

"Don't you know a 'friend' of the Dark Mechanicus?" Carol's laughter sounded a bit sinister: "Why don't you just ask him for a few sets? The Dark Mechanicus has plenty of the two mass-produced power armors, MK7 and MK8."

"That makes sense!" Alvin suddenly realized. It's not like he couldn't raise the price.

Besides, he took such a big risk to go to Huangquan No. 8's site to rescue people, so what's wrong with asking you for forty or fifty pieces of power armor?
MK7 Skyhawk and MK8 Ranger are power armors developed at the end of the Heresy. Due to insufficient resources and the loss of a lot of original technology, the performance of these two types of power armors is very different from that of previous generations.

As we all know, the technological level of the Warhammer universe tends to be more advanced the older it is.

MK7 and MK8 can be regarded as brothers in distress among many power armor models. The only advantage they have may be their large quantity and sufficient supply.

To this day, some poorer Space Marine chapters still wear a mix of Aquila and Ranger types.

As for the latest generation of MK10 Primaris, it is extremely rare. It is a modular power armor developed by Archmagos Cawl specifically for Primaris Space Marines to cope with different battlefield environments. It is almost as rare as the MK4 Ultimate.

Alvin made up his mind and decided to inform Rosales when he was done.

Surely, a great sage of the Mechanicus should be able to produce just forty or fifty pieces of Skyhawk-type power armor, right?

In order to enter the Hongbei District legitimately, there is not enough reason.

Otherwise, as the heir to a noble merchant dynasty, it would be more or less suspicious for him to suddenly go to the nest area besieged by green-skinned orcs.

Fortunately, there is Carol, the great biological sage. Although he joined Valshus very early, he still maintains close contact with the Mechanicus. With such a relationship, Alvin immediately saved a lot of trouble.

As the night deepened, the Valkyrie transport plane took off and crossed the vast barren surface of the Warning Star.

This trip is expected to last for several hours, and at Alvin's deliberate request, the Valkyrie transport plane will pass by the largest Vorian sandstorm vortex on the surface of the alert planet and observe the situation inside at close range.

According to Carol's idea, advanced energy shield technology is necessary to forcibly pass through the Volian sandstorm vortex.

Coincidentally, this technology is in the hands of Huangquan No. 8. In addition to the unique fortress-level energy shield, the Alert Star also has a number of small-scale energy shield technologies that are specially installed on various aircraft.

So on this trip, Alvin has one more goal.

Purchase a small powerful energy shield device from the Mechanical Priest of Huangquan No. 8 that can withstand the Volian sandstorm vortex.

Although it was night, they still had to be careful during the flight to avoid encountering green-skinned orcs racing in the wild.

The first half of the journey is relatively safe, because even the green-skinned orcs dare not drive the car near the Volian sandstorm vortex, but the second half of the journey depends on luck.

Soon, the Valkyrie arrived at the Volian sandstorm vortex.

Alvin looked out through the window and saw a huge sandstorm covering the entire sky like a terrifying beast. With winds blowing at speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour, it raised dust that covered the sky and even blocked the large cracks.

In the center of the sandstorm, you can vaguely see an abyss-like vortex, swallowing up the atmosphere like a black hole!

It was indeed spectacular and Alvin was extremely shocked. The scene was like a natural disaster. It was hard to imagine that it was a relic of mankind in the golden age!

But it is such a relic of mankind's golden age, which can be created on the surface of a planet without being activated, and has been entrenched for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. It is a terrifying device capable of creating a black hole. It is simply unbelievable!
"Master, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing Alvin staring at the sandstorm vortex in a trance, Elsa beside him couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'm curious about how powerful the humans in the Golden Age were." Alvin simply couldn't imagine how glorious the humans in the Golden Age would have been if the Iron Man Rebellion had never happened.
“Is it interesting to miss these?”

Hilda couldn't help but sneer, "You miss the humans in the golden age, but I miss the Eldar in their heyday. But in the end, they are now in a half-dead state, aren't they?"

".Can't you just let me fantasize a little?" Alvin glared at her unhappily.

"Would you like to hear our record of your so-called 'Golden Age'?" Hilda said calmly.

"It's interesting. Tell me about it." This was the first time that Alvin could truly hear other races' evaluation of humans, especially the Eldar who lived in the same era, from the extremely vague concepts in his memory.

"The golden age you mentioned should be more accurately called the dark technological age."

Hilda cast a playful look at him, and said with a half-smile, "The humans at that time were neither rational nor enlightened. On the contrary, they were one of the most brutal civilizations in this dark and cruel universe."

"The destructive power they created, coupled with their reckless ambitions and arrogance of regarding themselves as gods, once plunged the entire galaxy into a pool of blood. Of course, from the perspective of the Eldar, we have no right to mock you."

The Eldar are still paying for the sins they committed.

In ancient times, Cao Cao killed three sages with one shot, and today, the spirits are harming all living beings with one shot.

But the 'golden age' described by Hilda seemed to be far from Alvin's impression.

It seems that it was not an era worth remembering. On the contrary, it should be the darkest period in human history except for the present.

If you think about it carefully, the Emperor has never acknowledged how good the 'Golden Age' was, and he is even extremely wary of many of the products left over from the Golden Age, such as the well-known Iron Man and AI.

"Besides, you don't really think that without the Iron Man Rebellion, the Golden Age of mankind could have continued its glory, right?" Hilda's eyes were meaningful, and she said slowly: "The Old Saints, the Necrons, the Eldar. No race can escape the curse of the Warp."

"You have a point, but I don't want to hear it."

Alvin looked away speechlessly and sighed, "Unless we can get rid of this cesspool of the subspace, there will never be peace in the galaxy."

Of course, there is another possibility. Perhaps on the eve of the collapse of GW in the higher dimension, it will mercifully give Warhammer a peaceful ending.

"A cesspool? That's a good description."

Hilda's eyes lit up and she agreed: "You are right, the subspace is a cesspool, this description is simply great!"

This guy's train of thought always makes people feel magical. Alvin, who was unable to complain, turned his gaze to the window.

But just this one glance almost made Alvin's heart stop.

He actually caught a glimpse of a frightening green color in the wasteland ravaged by sandstorms.

Oh no, are we really going to run into orcs?!

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Alvin immediately notified the Valkyrie's driver: "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

But it was obviously too late. When he saw the hint of green, the other party seemed to have noticed them as well.

That terrifying green color suddenly began to accelerate!
It was approaching them rapidly at a speed that was almost beyond common sense and with a huge noise.

"It's the green-skinned orcs!"

Hilda had apparently also noticed the rapidly approaching green.

"Can we outrun the orcs?" Alvin turned to ask Hilda as it was his first time encountering orcs.

".Are you dreaming?" Hilda looked at him like an idiot and said speechlessly, "Unless you are sitting on a Necron Ghost Ark, don't even think about outrunning those disgusting mushrooms."

boom! boom! boom!
The deafening sound of throttles mixed with the noise, and the green-skinned orcs rode their motorcycles, rushing towards them frantically.

When they got closer and saw what the green-skinned orcs called a "motorcycle", Alvin fell silent again. A pile of rags, garbage, and scrap metal was forcibly assembled into the shape of a "motorcycle" in an incomprehensible way.

To be honest, it's a miracle that this thing can move. It's outrageous that it can catch up with the Valkyrie while emitting black smoke!

At this moment, Alvin deeply realized the horror of the power of thinking.

As long as you have a rich imagination, there is nothing you can’t do!

If he could be reborn in the next life, he would like to be a green-skinned man. My thinking power is so useful!

"Everyone on alert!"

Although we tried our best to avoid the areas where the greenskins appeared, we still couldn't avoid them in the end.

Alvin was very suspicious, wondering if his bad luck had returned again, and helplessly ordered everyone in the transport plane to be ready to fight at any time!

But at this moment, a puzzling scene occurred.

The groups of green-skinned orcs on motorcycles did not attack the Valkyrie, but passed by it one after another, making deafening, extremely fanatical and excited Waaaaaagh!

Everyone was completely confused, even the driver was stunned.

What's the situation?
The triple laser cannons were all preheated, and you guys overtook them?

But then, the green-skinned orcs who had surpassed them did not leave directly, but circled in front and stopped again. Among them, the most burly orc with a flag behind him waved his arms wildly at them and let out an excited roar for unknown reasons.

"Could you understand me?"

Alvin was silent. This was a prophecy that even the few navigator systems could not translate.

Hilda's eyes twitched slightly. After a strange silence of more than ten seconds, she seemed a little speechless: "They mean to challenge you to hold a 'Speed ​​Waaaaagh', which is a speed competition to see who runs faster."

Alvin was stunned. He knew that the greenskins' imagination was out of this world, but he didn't expect it to be so big!

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