Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 232 Celerus Nest
Alvin's silence was deafening.

Are you chasing these green-skinned orcs simply because you want to have a thrilling racing competition with them?
The pilot turned his head stiffly and looked at Alvin, as if asking for his opinion. There was a hint of surprise in his confused eyes, which well showed his current frantic mental state.

In his life, he had driven the Valkyrie through countless dangerous situations, such as crossing bombing zones, low-altitude fire reconnaissance, and thrilling high-altitude dogfights, but... racing with green-skinned orcs was the first time in his life.

"I suggest that you should not reject the matchmaking request from these mushrooms." Seeing that he was hesitant, Hilda spoke calmly beside him, "Believe me, it is easier to race with them than to kill these green-skinned mushrooms."

Alvin took this very seriously.

This brings us to the unique reproduction method of the greenskins. In essence, every greenskin orc is a combination of fungi and organisms, so they will always emit spores when they are born. Once the greenskins are blown to pieces, congratulations... you will see more greenskins growing out of the ground!
Unless it is a promethium burner or a high-temperature incinerator, it is difficult to completely eliminate the green-skinned orcs. The 'Waaaaagh' aura that always shrouds the green-skinned people is an idealistic aura that makes humans, elves, and Necrons feel outrageous.

The simple explanation is that once a greenskin starts 'Waaaaagh' and there are many greenskins around him who believe it, the scene that happens next is likely to break your three views.

"You're right." Alvin immediately informed the pilot: "No matter what method you use, get past those damn greenskins. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Master!"

Unexpectedly, the pilot suddenly showed a hint of excitement in his eyes, as if he had finally been freed from his restraints. He grinned and said, "After so many years, someone finally told me that you can fly the plane as much as you want!"

"..."

An ominous premonition came over Alvin.

"Well... actually, there's no need to be so fast."

But unfortunately, when he said this, he felt a strong push on his back and almost threw Alvin out. Fortunately, Hilda held him down.

Bang! Bang!
The people sitting in the transport cabin at the back were suddenly thrown out, and they were bumped all over the cabin. Violent low Gothic language was heard from the back, but because it was too dirty, the navigator system did not translate it.

From the sound of the voice, it can be determined that the person who cursed was Tucker.

"I forgot to tell you, Master Alvin." Elsa, who was standing next to him, had obviously expected this and had already fastened her seat belt. She stuck out her tongue and said, "Before he retired, he drove a transport plane in Cadian, making hundreds of round trips every day."

With Hilda's help, Alvin almost fastened his seat belt, his face covered in sweat. "Okay, it turns out he was a professional before. No wonder the greenskins targeted us. So this is the tacit understanding between masters?!"

At this point, he couldn't help but suspect that he was targeted by the greenskins because of the pilot's unique temperament. He was discovered and chased after him specifically for a race!
boom! ! !
Valkyrie engines on full blast!

Amid the violent vibrations, the violent propulsion force directly allowed the Valkyrie to break through the sound barrier. There was no aerodynamics at all, and the pure force made the bricks fly. The conical air wave ring surrounding the fuselage made a deafening roar, and instantly surpassed the green-skinned orcs!
"Waaaaagh——!!!"

Match successful!

The speed freaks of the green-skinned orcs let out strange cries of excitement, then rode their shabby motorcycles, ignoring the laws of physics and creating a sonic boom!
For a few seconds, Alvin was exhausted.

No one should accuse anyone of cheating, no matter it’s the green skins’ idealistic aura or the empire’s overwhelming strength, both things... are pretty fucking vague!

Then, the following strange scene appeared!
On the barren plains of Alert Star, the Vorian sandstorm raged, and the sky was filled with radiation and extremely high salt content.

The green-skinned orcs are suitable for riding Kuku's motorcycle that emits black smoke, dragging sonic boom waves behind them, and chasing a Valkyrie with its engine running at full speed, and the turbine energy pulling out a Mach loop!
The two sides were engaged in a thrilling speed competition on the barren plains of the Alert Star. This was a contest without a referee, but both sides admired each other, and showed their level, height, and passion for speed between the two races, even though they spoke different languages!
Finally, in a competition where both sides refused to give in and competed for the first place without any friendship, Alvin's side was slightly ahead and arrived at the Celerus Nest area first. The first Alert Star Human Greenskin Race came to a perfect end.

The speedster stopped his motorcycle and watched them drive into the nest area. The leading green-skinned orc even yelled at the pilot. According to Hilda's translation, that meant that he had a great time this time and would come again next time if he had the chance!
The pilot seemed to be still unsatisfied, his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He turned back with pride and looked behind him: "How was it? Am I awesome?!"

However, the imagined cheers did not happen.

Instead, Alvin stared at him with resentment on his face: "When you...get to the place, run quickly, and don't let the people behind you catch you."

He was quite happy while racing, but it was a pity for Tucker and others in the cabin behind him. They kept swearing in low Gothic language, which really broadened Alvin's horizons.

He was really scared. Once the transport plane landed, Tucker and the others who had been left behind would be able to twist off the pilot's head and kick it like a ball!

Only then did the pilot feel a little guilty: "It shouldn't be that serious, right?"

He tried to open the communication device in the rear cabin, but heard a roar from inside, his anger almost overflowing: "Raman, I know it's you, the one who can drive the Valkyrie like this must be a bastard!"

"If I don't chop your head off when I get out, I'm not a fucking Catachan!!!"

After a few seconds of silence, the pilot Raman's mouth twitched, and he looked at Alvin pleadingly: "Master, let's talk about it, can we let them airborne?"

If this lands, he won't have time to run!
What a talent... Alvin covered his forehead with his hands. Even though he almost vomited his food, he had to admit that Raman was indeed an ace pilot!
Anyone who can take off and land hundreds of times a day on Cadia, braving the chaotic artillery fire, would have been buried in the ground long ago if he had any weak physique or skills!

Besides, if they really want to hold him accountable...it was Yun who allowed this. He couldn't just stand by and watch the furious Tucker and others beat Raman half to death, right?
then.

Soon, the angry Tucker and others heard Alvin's order. Due to some special reasons, they needed to airdrop to the starport this time and the Valkyrie would not land.

"Okay!" Tucker gritted his teeth, half of his face was swollen, and sneered: "Raman, you are awesome, wait for me to come back, and I will let you experience what Catachan is!"

Celerus Nest Area, Star Port.

Because of her special identity, Hilda turned on the stealth mode in advance, left the Valkyrie long ago, and chose to sneak in through the underground pipe, so Alvin and Elsa carried out the airborne landing using a gravity parachute.

After landing, Tucker was still unwilling to give up, staring at the Valkyrie, his teeth chattering with anger. "Don't be angry, Raman can't do anything about it." Alvin pleaded for Raman helplessly, patted Tucker on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Besides, the situation was urgent at the time, and there was a group of greenskins chasing behind. If he drove slowly, we would be in danger."

"Don't worry, I understand the reason."

Tucker took a deep breath and grinned, "I will be very measured in my actions. I promise that nothing will happen to him. At most, he will just have to stay in the medical room for a few months."

"……also."

Alvin thought about it and nodded in agreement.

He was almost dumped and vomited his dinner. Someone had to vent his anger for him, right?

Then, he looked Tucker up and down, a little helpless, and sighed: "You, you are so old, why do you have to get involved?"

After undergoing the transformation of the 'Spartan Project', Tucker's height is almost two meters, his muscles are stronger and harder, and he looks completely free of aging. He is full of energy and spirit, and has obviously become much younger!
"If you have this opportunity, why not try it?" Tucker knew very well that he was worried about him, so he patted Alvin on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Don't forget, I am a Catachan warrior, born to fight. I would rather die on the battlefield than stay in the safe rear and die of old age!"

Tucker is one of the few friends he has in Roselle. If possible, Alvin actually hopes to provide a safe retirement environment for this veteran who has fought all his life, rather than letting him step into this purgatory-like galaxy again.

But alas...Tucker doesn't seem to think so.

"Kid, don't think too much." Tucker grinned and said proudly: "I am a warrior of the Emperor. Even if I retire, I am still a warrior. This is the path I chose myself. You don't need to feel sad for me. Even if one day... I really die on the battlefield, you should be happy for me!"

"Okay, I respect your opinion."

Alvin had no choice but to respect the veteran's wishes.

"Don't forget me for your subsequent plans." Tucker was as rogue as ever, patting his chest arrogantly: "I'm telling you without bragging, with my current strength, if you give me a Chaos Space Marine, I can still twist his head off, do you believe it?!"

"I believe it, I believe it..."

Alvin was full of compliments, which he felt was a bit exaggerated.

If you really meet a Chaos Space Marine, it would be good enough if you don't twist his head off. But you twist his head off. Do you really think you are Ma Bo?

"Sir Alvin."

The Mechanical God Assistant, wearing a rust-red robe, slowly came in front of them. After verifying their identities, he said in a flat voice without any emotion: "Great Sage Drekris, I came here specially to greet you. Please follow me."

The Great Sage Drecris is one of Carol's connections. In the Huangquan No. 8 Forging World, he is also a great sage with real power, specializing in machinery.

"Okay, please express Valsius' respect to the Great Sage Drekris on my behalf." Alvin restrained himself a little. After all, this was the territory of the Mechanicus, and many noble identities did not actually have much of a deterrent effect on them.

The relationship between the Mechanicus and the Empire of Man is not one of superiors and subordinates, but rather a cooperative one. This can be seen from the flag of the Empire, the double-headed eagle, which shows how powerful the Mechanicus is.

Moreover, in the High Lords Council of Holy Terra, the Forging General of the Mechanicus of Mars also has a seat!
Many times, the Human Empire has no way to deal with the Mechanicus at all. For example, on the Sentinel Planet Abyss No. 8, the Mechanical Priests ignored hundreds of billions of lives in order to dig out the Black Stone. The crustal vibrations caused by wanton mining and the unrestrained greed for technology all caused the Human Empire a headache.

This doesn't just happen on the Sentinel Planet. Similar examples can be found everywhere in the vast territory ruled by the Human Empire. Often, the Forge World planets occupied by the Mechanicus are classified as special tax-free by the Ministry of the Interior!

While thinking, they got on the Rhino troop carrier.

"I'm sorry, Master Alvin." The mechanical assistant explained, "Because many gene stealers have appeared in Celerus recently, you are taking the Rhino troop carrier for your safety."

"Praise Om Messiah, praise His Excellency the Great Sage Drekris." Alvin prayed devoutly: "I hope the enemies of the Emperor can be eliminated as soon as possible."

"Will do."

The Mechanical God Assistant was full of confidence and said: "The wrath of Om Messiah will burn those damned heretics!"

Soon, the Rhino transport arrived at the core nest area, which was also the base of the Mechanicus. There were several huge factories, and Alvin was arranged to be located on the edge.

"Sir Alvin, the Great Sage Drekris is currently busy commanding the army, so please stay for a few days." The Mechanical God Assistant said emotionlessly: "During this period, please do not leave without permission, and do not go anywhere. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, you will bear the consequences yourself!"

After saying that, he left immediately.

"What should we do now?" Tucker frowned. On the way here, he had been observing the arrangements of the Mechanicus. He lowered his voice and said, "The surveillance is very strict. It is difficult for me to avoid the sight of the Mechanicus. It seems... these gear guys are very suspicious of our arrival."

"Don't move for now."

Alvin was also very troubled. He didn't expect that even with Carol's presence, the vigilance of Huangquan No. 8 still did not decrease, and they were specially placed in the core area.

On the one hand, it is for their safety, and on the other hand, it is easier to monitor their every move!
But fortunately, he didn't place his hopes on Tucker and others. It would be better to say... they were just bait!

"Next, it's time to go talk to my dear friend about... the issue of price increases."

The corners of Alvin's lips curled up into a mercenary smile.

Hi, hi, hi~ It’s another busy day. The world I’ll travel to next time has been chosen, and I promise I won’t let you down!
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(End of this chapter)