Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 743 The Last Ancient Orc (asking for monthly votes)
"Captain Kesir, the world outside is no longer the world you remember."

"The Great Crusade was forced to end over a hundred years ago, and the Emperor's dream of reviving humanity has long since been shattered."

As Roche finished speaking, the Astartes present fell into dead silence.

Their superhuman brains were all thinking about how credible Luo Xi's words were.

Among the crowd, only a few Extreme Warriors were staring at Luo Xi with burning eyes, but they still remained observing and silent.

"If what you say is correct, then who has the ability to stop the Emperor's great plan?"

"You have no idea how powerful the Emperor is, and we once followed him, becoming his angels of death."

Kelsier of the Blood Angels spoke word for word. He couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying enemy could threaten the Lord of Humanity.

"Warmaster Horus, he betrayed the Emperor, and several other Primarchs fell with him."

As soon as Luo Xi finished speaking, a Moon Wolf warrior wearing Gastlin Terminator power armor suddenly became furious and drew his sword towards the person in front of him.

"lie!"

"The Wolf God is the Emperor's most trusted son. How could he possibly betray the Emperor?"

"You, a human traitor who colluded with aliens, deserve to die! Die!"

Luo Xi glanced at the other person with a look of pity. There should not be many "Gastrin Terminators" of pure blood in the entire galaxy.

The last of the Gastling Terminators were destroyed by Abaddon at the Saturn Wall, and the subsequent Gastling Terminators were just an army with the same name but completely different internal structure.

With a flick of his fingertips, he enveloped the guy whose brain was all muscle in a psychic cage.

"I have absolutely no reason to lie, warriors of the Emperor."

"As fellow humans, I have freed you from the clutches of this Necron Overlord. You can discover the truth for yourselves."

"I won't restrict your freedom. You can go wherever you want."

Kesir was also unwilling to believe Luo Xi, but for some reason, he could always feel a strong sense of closeness from Luo Xi.

Kelsier had never felt anything like this in anyone other than their Gene-Father and the Emperor.

Supported by this strange feeling, Kelsier had actually believed most of it in his heart.

"He's right."

At this moment, among these Space Marines, an Extreme Marine wearing cobalt blue power armor walked out.

"I was placed in stasis by this alien even later. From what I know, Warmaster Horus did indeed launch a rebellion.

My battle brothers and I had received a summons from the Primarch, but encountered an accident on the way to our rebellion quelling destination."

"I wanted to see if this human was lying, so I concealed our experiences and intelligence."

Ultramarines Kalanti said, his words no doubt convincing the other Space Marines who had been put in stasis before the outbreak of the Horus Heresy.

"You can choose to follow me back to the empire." Luo Xi said to Kalanti.

"When I'm done with my work here, you can take a ride with me."

After saying that, Roxi left these Space Marines who were still in panic and shock and continued to discuss matters with Trazyn.

"Although the Silent King didn't punish you for letting the Kirk orcs escape here, this is still the trouble you caused."

"After all this time, no one can tell what happened to the ancient beastman who escaped."

Trazyn clenched her fists, a gnashing expression on her face.

Deep resentment lingers in the Endless One's head, and he is very unhappy now!

"No matter what, I'm going to get that escaped collection back, and those Chaos lackeys who dared to invade my museum won't be able to escape!"

Luo Xi also understood what Taraxin meant.

In order to make up for the mistakes he made, Tarazim will mobilize all the forces under his command, even the forces of the Nihilak Dynasty, to besiege the green tide that the Kolk orcs may set off.

"Since your business here is temporarily over, I will return to Terra to check the situation."

"I will leave a psychic beacon here with you. Once I detect the stench of that guy Vashtor, I will immediately notice and react."

Roshi mobilized the power of his authority and began to leave a psychic mark on the Tomb World of Sollemnas.

Without Vashtor's help, even if Abaddon's power increased tenfold, he would never be able to overcome the defenses of those Necron guards.

A tall, silver-gray spire stood beside Trazyn's museum, with gears and lightning runes flickering above it.

This is the beacon that contains the power of Om Messiah. In addition to being able to counter Vashtor, Roshi can also use it to insert an eye into Trazyn's lair.

The Endless One knew what Luo Xi was thinking, and he also acquiesced to the existence of this silver-gray spire.

After finishing the trivial matters, Luo Xi stepped onto the deck of the Red Alert again, taking the frozen space warriors liberated from the museum in Trazyn and heading towards the Solar Segmentum.

……

The most desolate corner in the northeast of the Extreme Star Region.

Ghoul Stars.

This is an extremely desolate and dead universe. The dying cold light of the stars flickers, struggling to illuminate the darkness here, and countless dangerous beings are hiding here.

For humans, the vast galaxy is nominally under the control of the empire.

But in reality, there is never a shortage of areas in the Milky Way that humans rarely visit.

The Ghoul Stars is a very famous area among them.

The Great Crusade launched by the Emperor of Mankind did not change the situation in the Ghoul Stars.

When the huge human expeditionary force approached this area of the universe, it went deep into it, but suffered heavy losses.

The Space Marine Legions, including the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels, have tasted the bitter fruit of failure many times on the Ghoul Stars.

The Night Lords, whose home planet Nostramo is already on the edge of the Ghoul Stars, are even more secretive about it.

After many attempts without any effective response, the empire chose to shelve and forget it, and continued its expedition by bypassing this damn place.

The Ultramarines and the Night Lords built an extremely long line of defense around the edge of the Ghoul Stars.

Since there is no way to deal with the Ghoul Stars, humans can only take precautions to prevent the ghosts inside from escaping.

However, this line of defense almost became a decoration and was forgotten after the outbreak of the Horus Heresy.

The Night Lords chose to join Horus's camp and stabbed the Ultramarines in the back.

Roboute Guilliman was so overwhelmed by the harassment of the Shadow Crusade that he naturally had no time to pay attention to the Ghoul Stars.

In this star filled with all kinds of monsters, there is another extremely destructive and dangerous creature.

The Kolk orcs who escaped from the Solemnas Museum have fled to this universe where death and threats coexist.

Although the Ghoul Stars are dangerous, for the fully armed Kolk Orcs, as long as they don't deliberately seek death, there will basically be no fatal trouble.

He descended here using a broken Webway gate from Solemn Nasri's collection.

……

On a planet called Greenskin Star among the Ghoul Stars, there live many greenskin orcs of different clans.

In the general impression of humans, green-skinned orcs are a group of savage creatures who only know how to fight and kill.

But this is actually an arrogant prejudice. These green plagues with extremely tenacious vitality actually have various unique cultural systems and social structures.

However, when facing human shrimps, most of the time they show fanatical war and fearless charge.

This is why humans rarely have the opportunity to truly understand the green-skinned orcs.

Based on their different habits, the green orcs can be roughly divided into six clans:

The Evil Moon Clan excels at management and trade; the Blood Axe Clan excels at using tactics and skills; the Death Skull Clan excels at creation and magical modification.

The Goff clan is the strongest and most powerful, good at frontal combat; the Evil Sun clan is good at high-speed racing; and the Snake Bite clan is good at taming Squigg.

Although these clans are distinct from each other, they are not completely independent and separate groups. It is possible that one orc community gathers green-skinned orcs from all clans.

Generally speaking, what clan a group of orcs call themselves often depends on the self-perception of their leader.

The orc boss, or a more senior orc warlord, has extremely special significance to the entire orc community.

The Ghoul Stars are an extremely dangerous and desolate negative asset universe for humans, with no use at all.

But for the green-skinned orcs, this place is simply the chosen land given to them by Gogo and Maogo.

Danger means more powerful enemies, and cruelty means that these enemies often fight each other.

These are enough for the green-skinned orcs.

As for resource scarcity?

As long as there is soil, rocks, and a little bit of light, the green orcs can survive tenaciously and even evolve according to the different environments.

The history of the green-skinned orcs in the Ghoul Star is quite ancient.

No one knows when these moving mushrooms appeared here.

But the green-skinned orcs have long become part of the ecological chain of the zombie stars.

These green-skinned orcs even ignored the call made by the Orc Emperor Uger Ulak to all orcs in the galaxy.

They just stubbornly stayed in the zombie star, fighting passionately with all kinds of terrifying creatures.

After many failures, humans have summarized the dangerous alien creatures among the ghoul stars, the most well-known of which are the Setho Demon and the Grantor Blood Mist.

According to the descriptions of the Mechanicus biological sages who compiled the information, the strangeness of these horrific alien creatures was like the indescribable monsters that appeared in human nightmares.

The fighting among the ghoul stars aroused the war instinct imprinted in the genes of the green-skinned orcs.

They are constantly growing stronger, but even so, these weapons of war forged by the Old Ones do not truly dominate the ghoul stars.

A fragile dynamic balance is maintained here. Whenever one race attempts to rise, it will be besieged by other dangerous species.

But a few years ago, the original balance within the Ghoul Stars was completely broken by an external force.

It was a huge green-skinned orc about twelve meters tall, wearing incredibly advanced power armor.

He seemed to be avoiding the pursuit of some enemy, riding on a wandering meteorite in a very low-key manner, wandering around among the zombie stars.

It was not until they arrived at the Green Planet that the Kork Orcs chose to expose their whereabouts and show their presence to these Green Orcs.

The Kork Orcs used their absolute power to crush the green-skinned Orc warlord Bloodhowl Zak who ruled the planet.

This orc warlord, known for his ferocity and bravery, comes from the Goff clan and is also the most powerful among the many orc warlords in the Ghoul Stars.

It was he who led his green-skinned boys to tenaciously take root and survive in this dangerous universe.

Green Ork war fortresses are scattered across the planet.

Although they are called fortresses, from a human perspective, they are nothing more than ruins made up of a large amount of metal scraps and huge rocks.

But for the green-skinned orcs blessed with the power of my thinking, as long as they truly believe from the bottom of their hearts that this is a fortress and it is very strong, then they will really show a defensive power comparable to that of human war fortresses.

The entire surface of the planet is covered with garbage and waste collected by the green orcs from the universe, most of which are the wreckage of human warships and space junk.

A long time ago, human colonists tried to settle in the Ghoul Stars, but those humans obviously could not adapt to this nightmarish environment and disappeared into history.

And deep within these warfortresses, the exiled Kork orcs have taken the throne of Bloodhowl Zak.

Blood Howl Zak was covered in a thick, sturdy, and somewhat crudely made armor, but underneath the leaky armor lay extremely strong and sturdy dark green muscles.

This former orc warlord was over five meters tall, with all sorts of hideous knife and claw marks covering his skin and cheeks, outlining a ferocious and hideous appearance.

If the Kork orcs had not appeared, this orc warlord would be the undisputed ruler of this orc planet.

But in front of the twelve-meter-tall ancient orc, even Blood Howl Zak looked like a little bird.

Zack stood obediently beside the ancient orc, nodding and bowing attentively to this powerful orc who appeared out of nowhere.

The difference in strength among orcs is almost completely linked to their body size. The taller, bigger, and stronger the green-skinned orcs are, the stronger their combat effectiveness is.

The gap between five meters and twelve meters is like a chasm that is completely insurmountable.

Bloodhowl Zak's eyes were filled with fanatical worship of the Kork orc sitting on the throne.

Incredibly powerful waaagh energy emanated from the opponent's body, almost so dense that it distorted the surrounding physical laws.

Compared to the ancient orcs, their waaagh energy is as weak as water and laughable.

The strong and powerful muscles, the incredibly powerful power armor, and the immovable and intimidating aura all fascinated the orc warlord.

Too strong, too waaaagh!
Unfortunately, ever since this Kolk Orc landed on the Orcs' planet from elsewhere, he has never left his throne. He just stared blankly at this world transformed by the Orcs, seemingly lost in some deep thought.

He might be thinking about some great theory, just like the orc sage - Beast Kimed.

Even Zack didn't know the name of this ridiculously powerful orc.

But no matter what, he must have the greatest name, worthy of the admiration of all the green-skinned orcs in the Ghoul Stars!

A group of bobbing farts came in from outside the war fortress, bringing two barrels of wine brewed from delicious mushrooms and some edible Squigs.

Squigs are special creatures that coexist with Green Orcs and often appear with them.

There are many strange kinds of them, some of which can be used as food and mounts, while others can be used as helpers on the battlefield.

"Lao Da, just eat a little. It's been several years and you haven't eaten anything."

"Orcs are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat, you'll be starving."

Zach spoke in a muffled voice, and at the same time, he took the trouble to select some of the barbecue, mushroom wine pickled, fried skug with fried mushroom strips that were pushed in and handed them to the ancient orc on the throne.

But what Zack hoped to see did not happen. Even the rarest and delicious juicy Squig that only grew deep in the garbage pit failed to arouse the appetite of the ancient orcs.

Bad teeth! What a pity!
You should know that these precious ingredients are generally only qualified to be eaten by high-level orc leaders.

Zack didn't waste any food. Seeing that the ancient orc was still sitting still like a sculpture, he swallowed all the food in a gulp.

His movements were so wild that he threw the barrel of mushroom wine into his mouth like a whirlwind, then stirred it into pieces with his tongue and swallowed it.

Zach patted his stomach in satisfaction, and suddenly a foul-smelling gas gushed out of his mouth.

Those frightened chefs immediately cleaned up the mess and ran away in a panic.

They were afraid that Zack was not full yet and would swallow them as well.

The ancient orc looked at Zack silently, witnessing his reckless and savage way of eating.

"Why, why did the great orcs become what they are now?" the ancient orcs lamented in their hearts.

"Kork, the most elite war creature created by the Ancient Saints, is strictly disciplined, calm, and possesses his own cultural heritage and cultivation."

"Now, all of that is gone."

Since escaping from the tomb world of the Necron Overlord, he has followed the guidance of the waaagh energy, found the Ghoul Stars, and found a planet belonging to the green orcs.

But what he saw was completely unacceptable to this ancient orc whose memory was still stuck on the War in Heaven.

To be honest, he would rather the green orc species became extinct.

Countless green-skinned orcs were fighting and playing around on the planet. They searched for usable materials from various garbage dumps and then handed them over to the Big Tech in exchange for suitable weapons.

The equipment of those green-skinned orcs is no different from garbage. I can only use it with the help of the magical effect of my thinking power.

The ancient orc's worldview almost collapsed. He didn't expect that my thinking power would have these uses.

Shouldn't the power of my thoughts be used to maintain the [Space Disintegration Cannon], [Transdimensional Portal], or [Time Distortion Engine]?
Many of the ancient orcs' unique technologies inherited from the ancient saints are incompatible with the physical rules of the real universe.

Therefore, they must use their thinking power to smooth out this "incompatibility" so that their technology can be used normally.

When the ancient orc saw that his "descendants" actually used the advanced ability of the power of thinking to help the garbage weapons maintain stable operation and assist the garbage Titan vehicles to prevent them from disintegrating, his mentality was extremely collapsed.

What the hell is the difference between this and digging the soil with a shovel made of chips?
Damn, how did the orcs, a great race, fall to this state?

Over the years, the ancient orcs have been thinking about this problem.

As creations of the ancient saints, they have the super technology and knowledge from the Creator flowing in their blood, and as long as they grow, it will continue to appear in their brains.

The ancient orcs knew very well that the hundreds of millions of green-skinned orcs around them were just close relatives with some kind of blood relationship with them.

With the help of supplies from the Green Planet, he built a communication tower that could use the principle of quantum entanglement to contact other ancient orcs in the universe.

But the result he got made him very depressed: there was no response, the war network had disappeared, and there was no sign of response from the super-time and space portal.

His mind came to a conclusion: that is, the Kork orcs like him had been completely wiped out in the War in Heaven.

Those damned great enemies: the Necrons and the Katan, have wiped out the Old Ones and the powerful Kork Orcs.

The ancient orc still remembers his name: 098923245. This is his code name and what makes him unique from other orcs.

For war weapons created by these ancient saints, having a non-numerical name is a matter of great pride.

There are too many Kirk orcs. In fact, he is already at the forefront. After all, his code name is only nine digits.

"I've been stuck in stasis for too long."

"More than 60 million years is a long time even for the universe."

"The Creator is gone, the Kork orcs are gone, and those annoying and smelly Elven people are gone too."

"But fortunately, I can still sense the presence of the Webway. Although it is now extremely dilapidated and abandoned compared to the original intact Webway, it is still usable."

He mobilized his waaaagh energy, and soon a huge illusory light gate appeared on this green planet.

That was the gateway to the Webway, the galactic highway built by the Old Ones with exits almost everywhere, including the Ghoul Stars.

Although he could enter the Webway, what could he do alone?
The Kolk orc was thinking about his future. He had finally escaped from Trazyn's cage and there was absolutely no way he wanted to go back.

So, the ancient orc who had been sitting there for several years decided to give himself a name first.

Now that Kirk is the only one left, he is also qualified to name himself with words.

From today on, he is no longer 098923245, but Kirk Da Vinci.

After gradually figuring it out, a smile finally appeared on Kirk Da Vinci's face.

His unusual movement immediately attracted the attention of Bloodhowl Zak, and the greenskin warlord burst into laughter.

"Lao laughed loudly! Lao laughed loudly! He finally woke up!"

"Boys, laugh for me too. If anyone doesn't laugh, I'll beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

The warlord's voice was as loud as the roar of a tank engine, and it even resonated with the green-skinned orcs outside.

The waaagh energy surged endlessly in their roars, gradually gathering into a huge torrent and pouring into Da Vinci's body.

The familiar waaagh energy gave Da Vinci a slight liking for these degenerate descendants.

Originally, he really didn't want to admit that these guys in front of him were of the same race as him.

Shameful, so shameful.

If those sarcastic guys from the Ancient Spirit Tribe saw this, they would probably laugh their heads off.

The ancient spirits and the ancient orcs have never gotten along well. The two sides compete with each other, but also cooperate with each other.

Leonardo da Vinci tried to grab a handful of dandruff from his body and scratched off a few hairs from his head, then stuck them in the soil.

Strictly speaking, both the Kork orcs and the Orcs are not simply animals, but are closer to a symbiotic combination of animals and fungi.

They are able to reproduce rapidly using spores, expanding their population at an exponential rate.

Da Vinci used his waaagh energy to ripen the spores buried in the soil, but what confused and puzzled him was that the newborn Kork orcs who could grow quickly in the past were nowhere to be seen.

He could feel the spores in the soil growing slowly. Although the speed was very fast, it was very different from what he remembered.

"My spores... their reproductive capacity has been weakened."

Da Vinci said silently, just infusing more waaagh energy.

The spores in those flakes of skin began to grow into fungal hyphae, which in turn formed a complete ecosystem.

They madly absorb nutrients from the soil, then react with sunlight, and exchange genetic material with other colonies through hyphae to avoid genetic monotony.

The Green Mushroom slowly grew out of the ground, followed closely by the Squiggle and the Fartling.

Da Vinci waited patiently for the gestation process, while Bloodhowl Zak and other green-skinned orcs came over curiously.

"Lao Da wants to grow new green skins!"

"Are the green skins that grow from the large spores the same species as us?"

"He's so big and waaaagh, even Blood Howl looks like a crying fart in front of him!"

The green-skinned orcs were whispering excitedly to each other. With their loud voices, one could hear their private conversations even if one was standing a hundred meters away.

"You bastards! Shut up!"

Blood Howl Zak immediately turned around and cursed angrily, and a violent airflow gushed out from his mouth full of yellow teeth, carrying countless fishy saliva, splashing all over the green-skinned orcs.

"I think even if I'm not the boss now, it's not something you weaklings can complain about!"

"Either kill me or shut up!"

Suddenly the green-skinned orcs fell silent, and Zack turned around triumphantly, feeling that his words had worked.

However, the words of those green guys still left a thorn in Zack's heart.

He was also afraid that if the new boss really bred a green-skinned boy like him, what would they do?
If the new green-skinned guys are more than ten meters tall, then wouldn't he, a five-meter-tall green-skinned warlord, be a fart spirit?

Zack suddenly panicked and awkwardly used the giant power claw in his hand to grab his butt.

The green guys behind him immediately covered their noses. God knows if Zack has ever washed his butt. The smell is enough to suffocate them.

Leonardo da Vinci waited for three days, and his patience was slowly worn out during this time.

It's too slow, so slow that it's unbearable.

When the Kirk Orcs appeared, the War in Heaven was nearing its end.

The Old Saints and their vassal armies were defeated by the combined forces of the Necrons and the Star Gods and were routed from the real universe.

The Ancient Alliance only had a few real-world territories left, and the rest of the army could only hide in the webway and wait for an opportunity.

After the Ancient Saints hastily created the Kirk Orcs, they quickly sent them into the battlefield. It was even unknown whether this war weapon was completely completed.

But unfortunately, the ancient orcs appeared too late, and the situation had deteriorated to the point where it was beyond recovery.

It was almost entirely due to the ancient orcs' abnormal self-regeneration ability that the ancient saints were able to survive under the suppression of the Star God Alliance.

If the ancient orcs at that time reproduced at a rate like what Leonardo da Vinci saw now, they and the ancient saints would have been crushed to ashes by the star gods long ago.

Da Vinci didn't know the specific reason, but he keenly felt that this was probably closely related to his old rival, the Necrons.

These damn guys have been restless since they were still called the Necrontyr.

Their jealousy and greed caused the entire prosperous galaxy to be shattered and corrupted.

He was injured and fell unconscious in a battle, and was then sealed in a stasis field by the Necron Overlord.

Every orc is a psychic. For these powerful psychics, the stasis field cannot perfectly stop all life activities.

At least their consciousness will still be in a confused and strange state, and they can occasionally wake up and observe the situation outside.

"In order to completely eliminate the threat to my clan, you tampered with my clan's bloodline and genetic inheritance?"

Leonardo da Vinci said solemnly that it was obvious that this was a metaphysical influence and could not be explained by some simple and crude genetic virus.

The ground in front of Da Vinci shook, and then a thin hand stretched out from it.

It was a green-skinned orc that was wet all over and looked as skinny as a fart spirit.

He looked at Da Vinci standing in front of him with a confused and bewildered face, and leaned forward instinctively, absorbing the waaagh energy from the other party.

The ancient orc stared at the weak orc with an ugly expression. This was actually the offspring that reproduced from the spores in his body.

This……

absurd!

With the waaagh energy supply from Da Vinci, the skinny green-skinned orc finally became strong.

His body seemed to be inflated, rapidly expanding to about three meters, and then the growth rate began to decline rapidly.

And just by looking at the appearance, Leonardo could tell that this newborn was more like an Ork than a Kork like him.

When he thought of this, Leonardo da Vinci felt a strong sense of helplessness and frustration.

How could he, a descendant of the Kork orcs, look like a degenerated version of the Orcs?
But what he didn't see was that Blood Howl Zack suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Fortunately, fortunately, this newborn cub is not that exaggerated, otherwise he, the former orc warlord, would have to stand with those farts.

Leonardo da Vinci looked at these ugly, primitive and barbaric descendants in front of him, and suddenly felt that his hope of revenge against the Necrons became slim.

Is this how we are going to let the vengeance of genocide go?

(End of this chapter)