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

Chapter 758 Ghoul All-Stars Chicken Dinner Tournament Champion (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
In the northeastern part of the Milky Way, there are the Ghoul Stars, which even the Imperial Star Torch cannot illuminate.

This ancient star field, which had been chaotic and fragmented for countless years, was finally reunited as a whole thanks to the efforts of a rising greenskin empire.

For Kirk Da Vinci, wiping out Ash Claw, who intended to extinguish the Green Tide before the Great Waaagh could take shape, was not a big deal.

This is just a tiny beginning.

Since fate has allowed him to survive the War of Heaven until now, he is determined to make the green-skinned orcs the most powerful race in the universe once again.

He will use the most powerful waaagh to break through the vicious curse imprinted in his genes.

Those space necromancers with deep-seated hatred will become the cornerstone of building a glorious future for the green-skinned orcs.

The green-skinned orcs shouldn't be like this. They should be a rational, wise, and disciplined army, not the chaotic and smelly savages they are now.

Over the years, the ancient orcs have inevitably been influenced by these degenerated descendants, and their speech and behavior have become more vulgar.

He was able to communicate frequently with the two orc gods in the warp. Gog and Mao were very fond of Kork, a fondness that far exceeded their regard for the so-called chosen prophet.

Gorge made Kirk stronger and more savage, while Mao made Kirk smarter and more cunning.

The ancient orcs showed no mercy in the face of this assistance from the warp.

Having one's own deity as a backer in the highest heavens is an immense, intangible advantage for any race.

Apart from soulless beings like the Necromancers, all other races that become galactic overlords must have their own support and backing in the Warp; otherwise, they can only become playthings of the Warp.

The same is true of the Pantheon of the Eldar in the past, and of the current emperors of humanity.

In Leonardo da Vinci's eyes, the man called the Emperor of Man was nothing more than a god formed from the racial consciousness of the vast human race in the warp.

It's just that I don't know whether the Emperor or the former Spirit Clan God King Asuyan is better.

Brother Go and Brother Mao control the souls of all the green-skinned orcs in the warp.

They condensed the orcs' souls into a massive warp entity and formed a psionic local area network belonging to the greenskins within the Sea of ​​Souls, enabling the greenskins to remain unaffected by the temptations and corruption of the evil gods.

After all, the souls of green-skinned orcs after death enter the local area network, not the internet where the warp gods reside.

Without the protection of Mao Erge, the green-skinned orcs' tenacious vitality would surely have attracted Nurgle's favor; their ferocity and belligerence would surely have aroused Khorne's ecstasy.

Their sudden flashes of inspiration will also align with the changes in the treacherous; Slaanesh will never be stingy with his blessings for their enjoyment and joy in battle.

In the ancient legends of the Greenskins, the two brothers once teamed up to beat up Nurgle, who wanted to harm the Orks, and made the disgusting fat geezer flee in a sorry state.

Bloodhowl Zack, carrying a large bucket of mushroom wine, swayed as he approached his most respected prisoner.

The body of this ferocious and terrifying orc warlord was now covered with dense bone spurs and steel nails.

The awe-inspiring green muscles were as solid as rock, exuding a unique and primal beauty, while the enormous fangs pierced through the lips, brazenly exposed.

Compared to the clean-cut ancient orcs, Zak might be the leader who better fits the aesthetic of the green-skinned orcs.

However, when the seven-meter-tall Zak is on par with, or even slightly shorter than, the ancient orc sitting on the throne, any green-skinned orc would abandon any advantage in appearance.

For green-skinned orcs, size is everything; the larger the orc warlord, the more powerful he is.

"Big Brother, we've completely breached the lair of those Seso demons! Those guys are skinny and wiry, they don't have an ounce of flesh on them, fighting them is no joke at all!"

"I'll let the green-skinned bastards continue their slaughter and destroy their homeworld until they've caught their heads, then call me."

As Bloodhowl Zak said this, he pulled a dying Cysso demon from the bone spur on his shoulder.

These aliens have a humanoid appearance, with extremely long limbs, ugly faces, and strangely proportioned bodies that resemble deliberately elongated humans.

It has hard scales, and its five fingers have two exceptionally long and sharp claws, the tips of which emit an extremely dangerous and dazzling cold light.

Large amounts of black liquid gushed from the huge hole in the body of the Cysso demon, which continued to roar angrily, speaking in some unknown language.

Zack, somewhat bored, scratched his ear with his fingernail while simultaneously kicking Cysso with his enormous foot.

The poor, skinny alien was kicked backward by Zack, as if it had been knocked away by a two-and-a-half-story building.

If it weren't for the tenacious vitality of the Cysomon, an ordinary life would have been pulverized by that kick.

"Stop playing dead. You bunch of bastards are really wicked. You often pretend to be dead and then ambush our kids."

"Frontline combat! Awesome! Backstabs? Trash!"

“Our prison chief wants to talk to your prison chief. Stop your futile struggles.”

"You guys aren't even as brave and daring as those shrimp cans. They may be a bit weaker, but they still had a lot of fun fighting."

"You lack courage; you are not qualified soldiers!"

"I still remember that shrimp canned food guy, what was his name, Natla Jilin?"

The Cysso demon immediately screamed, but Zach couldn't understand its language at all.

"Don't yell at me!"

Slightly a headache from the scream, Zack brandished his terrifying giant power claw, made a throat-slitting gesture with a hideous grin on his face.

“I know what you rely on. You think we can’t completely exterminate you because your life state is different from other life forms.”

“You are not ‘living’ in the way that everyone understands it to be.”

Suddenly, Cork Leonardo da Vinci, seated on his throne, spoke to him in the language of the Cysso demons.

“Your life essence is anchored in another strange dimension, and the Cyso demon before me is merely a projection.”

"Once the time is up or the person is killed, the essence of life is immediately and automatically archived, disappearing without a trace like what humans call 'loading a save file'."

The Kork orc spoke fluently in the language of the Seso demons, and the captured Seso demon's expression immediately changed.

Of course, it's almost impossible to tell that this alien creature, which is completely black and has a molten, magma-like liquid flowing beneath its skin on its chest and abdomen, has changed its expression.

Compared to his previous unruly nature, Sesomo suddenly realized that this enemy seemed different from the past.

These savage green-skinned orcs have become completely different.

This ridiculously large green-skinned orc actually revealed the true essence of their race's enduring strength in a single sentence.

If it weren't for this ability similar to "loading save files," even they, the Cysso demons, wouldn't be able to survive in this ghoul constellation.

This godforsaken place is absolutely outrageous. All sorts of monsters and demons from ancient times are entrenched here, and their struggles with each other have made them even more dangerous.

Sitting on the throne, Kolk could guess what the other was thinking.

This race, which relies on a special ability to survive, fears nothing more than the emergence of an enemy that can counter their ability.

“This star sector was not so dilapidated and dangerous a long, long time ago.”

"At that time, the ancient sages placed their gene laboratories in this galaxy and continuously screened and iterated the species needed by the creator."

"It was only after the ancient saints perished that this star field lost its management and control, which led to tremendous changes, resulting in it becoming such an incredibly chaotic and dangerous place."

With his large, power-armored fingers, Kirk gently tapped the metal throne crafted by the Great Tech Master, producing a series of crisp, resonant sounds.

After the green-skinned orcs learned the extent of those shrimps' power—that the giant golden man had welded himself to the golden throne—they unanimously agreed that such behavior was absolutely awesome.

So the tech geniuses racked their brains and created this green throne for their beloved Labrador.

Furthermore, they trained a group of dedicated green-skinned lads who followed Prisoner Da around, constantly mimicking the shrimps and spouting flattering words.

"There seems to be a book in Shrimp called 'The Book of Sacred Words,' which tells the story of how the Golden Giant manifested himself in front of others and established the Shrimp Empire."

"We green-skinned orcs also need our own holy words, which will be called 'The Green-skinned Holy Words'."

The ancient orc felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate, especially at times like this.

He should have continued thinking about the Cysso Demon, but his thoughts slid off to another place, as if he had stepped on Sguger's disgusting snot.

He is changing the Ork, but the Ork's power of thought is also changing him; it's a two-way influence that even if Kirk da Vinci doesn't want to, he can't change.

The green-skinned orcs were delighted with the changes to Lao Da, believing that Lao Da had become more green-skinned.

“Tell your people that I need your submission to me.”

“We greenskin orcs have never simply brought destruction. I want to create a new greenskin empire, and that requires order.”

“You Cysso demons are qualified to be servants of this new empire, and this is the opportunity I am giving you.”

The ancient orc's voice, as resounding as a great bell, echoed throughout the throne room, even capable of sending tiny creatures like humans flying backward.

"Servant?"

"dream!"

The captured Cysso demon roared, its body fluids gushing out from its wounds like molten lava.

The Cythormo refused the ancient orcs' offer of surrender. Their race had survived in the Ghoul Stars not by bowing and scraping.

Kirk da Vinci waved his hand, and Zack immediately stomped the ungrateful guy to pieces.

Whether it was the hard outer scales, the tough muscles and internal organs, or even the bones, they were all completely reduced to dust by this one step.

A pool of foul-smelling black liquid, mixed with fragments of blood and flesh, slowly spread throughout the throne room.

Zach plugged his nose with his finger and fanned the air in front of his eyes with his palm, looking disgusted.

Soon, a group of snotty creatures brought Clean Squig to Zach's side.

They threw the cleansing Sgug onto the corpse of the Seso demon, and the Sgug began to swell rapidly, absorbing all the filth into its body.

Leonardo da Vinci felt a little regretful, as he was the creation of the ancient saint and had inherited some of his traits.

That is, he was quite concerned about subordinate, servant species.

In his worldview, a powerful race must have other subordinate races, just like the Ancient Saints had with the Kolk and the Ancient Spirits.

However, since the other side is unwilling to submit, let's destroy them and let the destruction of the Sethor demons forge an even greater waaagh for the green-skinned orcs!

Zak relayed the order from the ancient orcs, and the warlord immediately rushed back with a face full of ecstasy.

He was waiting for the order from the big boss: they were to crush the home planet of the Cyssomon into dust.

Zack left the Throne Room, which was actually just a large fortress located on a battle planet, rather than being called the Throne Room.

Beneath their feet lay the original Greenskin planet, but thanks to the efforts of countless master technicians and greenskin mechanics, this planet of the greenskin orcs had long been equipped with planetary engines and the orcs' unique network engine.

The Webpath was always considered the exclusive territory of the Adarin during this era, but in fact, during the War of Heaven, it was the Kork orcs who used the Webpath the most.

As the most powerful subordinate war races under the Ancient Saints, the Ancient Spirits, who rely on sexual reproduction to expand their population, naturally cannot compete with the Ancient Orcs, who use spores for asexual reproduction.

The ancient orcs were able to use the Web Path in their own way, a fact that even the current Eldarin cannot stop.

With the technological assistance provided by Kirk Da Vinci, the green-skinned orcs were also able to open the Webgate and rampage through it in their battle planets and battle moons.

However, compared to the Eldarin, the technology provided by the Orcs has the drawback of not being able to teleport instantly. Instead, it requires traveling through the real universe for a period of time and will create terrifying gravitational tides during the jump.

This overly brutal and savage method of movement can sometimes disrupt the gravitational field of surrounding planets, leading to severe geological disasters and gravitational distortions.

Furthermore, this destruction disregards the distinction between friend and foe; even a war fleet surrounded by green-skinned orcs will still be damaged.

The homeworld of the Cyssomon is a gas giant planet whose core was named 9836-18 by the Empire.

These bizarre alien creatures are able to build their own unique cloud cities within the planet's atmosphere.

It is precisely because of this unique living environment that the tactics commonly used by the Greenskins, such as orbital drops and large-scale troop deployments, are unusable.

Furthermore, since it is a gas giant, conventional orbital bombardment is not very effective against it, far less effective than against solid planets.

But that was for conventional enemies. Now, the green-skinned orcs of the Ghoul Stars have been transformed into nightmares that strike fear into the hearts of the Cythor Demons.

A large number of Destroyer-class stealth frigates are patrolling near the gas giant.

They could even use the planet's atmosphere to conceal themselves and attack the orc war fleet with their ray weapons. However, compared to the overwhelming number of orc warships, the counterattack of the mere Cythor was as laughable as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The flagship of Kirk da Vinci's orc fleet was the completely modified Greenskin Star battle planet.

South of the equator on this massive planet, which is over 20,000 kilometers in diameter, numerous green-skinned planetary engines are spewing forth surging green plasma.

Nuclear fusion fuel, household waste, corpses, and coal and oil mined from the planet were all thrown into the reactor and burned to generate enough waaagh energy to power the planet.

Don't ask whether it's feasible to use different fuels on the reactor randomly; these green-skinned technicians and tech gurus think it is.

"I'm going to beat you lazybones to death! Get moving, get moving!"

Countless snotty-nosed and farting creatures pushed carts made of garbage, transporting these things into the furnace.

Every now and then, slave owner brats would take out whips made of Skug's bristles and lash out at these lowest of creatures, hurling insults and abuse.

Surrounding the battle planet are dozens of incomplete battle moons, each with a giant, luminous cavity on its front side from which dazzling light pours out.

Greenskin warships kept pouring out of the Battle Moon because there were Greenskins' Waaagh portals inside the Battle Moon that could directly connect to the production base behind it.

The giant, sharp metal structure resembled a terrifying orc's gaping maw, gnawing and sucking up the matter belonging to the gas giant planet.

The Gravity Link facility is slowly tearing apart the stronghold of the Cysso Demons.

Their giant city, hidden in the atmosphere, was also dragged over by this unreasonable force and then swallowed into the celestial body by the battle moon and battle planet like jelly.

The colossal grinder and reactor digested everything that fell into it, as easily as a super-sized orc enjoying its mushroom dessert.

The Greenskins are completely different now. They ignored the planetary defense system built by the Cythor Demons and simply let the Battle Moon destroy the enemy from the ground up.

Hundreds of thousands of Cysso demons perished directly under the gravitational pull of the Battle Moon, while others mustered their courage and boarded their warships to reach the Battle Moon.

A defensive field called "Savage Shield" was activated on the battle moon. As soon as Sesomon's Void Shield and Energy Shield collided with it, they immediately reacted as if they had started to explode violently on the spot.

Having learned their lesson, the other Cysso warships had no choice but to deactivate their shields and plunge directly into the surface of the Battle Moon.

However, they were met with fierce anti-aircraft fire from the green-skinned orcs.

Numerous green cannons, each hundreds of meters in diameter, roared and fired wildly, unleashing beams of deep green, destructive light.

The mechanics, cursing, strapped the farts to the missiles and told them they were going to do something very waaagh.

The green-skinned missiles, guided by fart spirits, poured out of the missile silos on the ground as if they were free.

Those cannon fodder who were used as guided missiles did not cry; instead, they enjoyed the feeling of free flight brought by the missiles.

"Waaagh!"

The orcs shouted and screamed, and the missiles behind them were even painted red, because the green-skinned orcs firmly believed that red weapons could have a faster speed.

Some missiles have their engines damaged and malfunctioning even before they reach their targets.

Under the pull of the planet's gravity, these fart missiles deviated from their target and crashed straight down to the ground.

Numerous mushroom farms and battle fortresses were completely destroyed by the parasitic explosions of the green-skinned missiles that rained down from the sky.

The wars of the green-skinned orcs are always accompanied by chaos, and most of the time, the chaos comes from the green-skins themselves.

Those successful green-skinned missiles unleashed astonishing power, and the waaagh energy on the entire battle moon found a detonation point to release the pressure, directly blasting the Seso Demon's warship into scattered wreckage.

When the Cysso demons, who had boarded the ship, finally managed to land on the surface after a great deal of hardship, they were met with despair as they discovered a tidal wave of green-skinned orcs swarming towards them.

They seemed to be worried that there wouldn't be enough for the enemy, so they started fighting amongst themselves.

The green-skinned boys of the Snakebite Clan drove the enormous Skullg behemoth to the forefront of the battlefield.

These monsters, the smallest of which were eight or nine meters tall and covered in muscles and scales, devoured the entire body of the Sesomo as if it were candy.

Even some unlucky orcs and farts would have half their bodies eaten by the savage Skull behemoths, only to belatedly spit out the remaining half.

After years of war, the green-skinned orcs still alive on the battle moon and battle planet have all grown into strong orcs at least three meters tall, and many have even grown into super-heavy-armored leaders.

They had a great time under the leadership of the new prisoner. The entire Ghoul Star was their favorite playground, and endless death and battles urged the remaining orcs to grow bigger and stronger.

The Cysso are also a type of alien race that excels in close combat. Their sharp, specialized claws and strong bones and muscles can even easily tear through the original Space Marine Mark IV Extreme power armor.

However, in front of the green-skinned orcs, they appeared exceptionally weak, pitiful, and helpless.

So they decisively chose to create distance, intending to use ranged weapons to first weaken the green-skinned orcs with a burst of fire.

The ranged weapon used by Cysso is a small silver disc that, when fired, releases countless shattered and deadly crystals.

These crystals can continuously split until they break into tiny shapes that are invisible to the naked eye, and then detonate inside the enemy's flesh and blood, causing even greater damage.

The young men of the Serpentbite Clan drove the Skullg behemoths into the war to destroy the Seso demons.

These gaping maws of the Bite Sgugs took up half the size of their bodies, with copious amounts of disgusting saliva oozing from them, allowing the Seso demons to continuously shoot at them.

Countless discs began to accelerate in the sky, and exploded with a roar as they approached the Skullg Beast, scattering brilliant, aurora-like fragments of crystal.

The Skull behemoths were clearly incapable of nimbly dodging; they simply used their hard shells and skin to push through all the ranged weapons.

The Cysso demons' fancy attacks were completely useless; even the other green-skinned boys could use their tough skin and terrifying muscles to clamp down on the broken crystals.

They looked bloodied and battered, seemingly in a sorry state, but in reality, these injuries were nothing to the orcs.

Some shallower fragments of crystal can be expelled from under the skin simply by tensing the muscles.

They would even use their power claws or hack and slash with ferocious expressions to dig out the broken crystals stuck in the flesh.

Their waaagh-like behavior immediately drew cheers and imitations from the other green-skinned orcs around them.

Replenished by the incredibly rich Waaagh energy, the wounds on the self-mutilating green-skinned orcs began to heal rapidly at a visible speed, leaving only a glorious scar.

The swarming carnage and the monstrous giants instantly overwhelmed the boarding Cyclone demons.

The number of orcs is far greater than imagined, and they have even covered the surface of the battle planet with a green tide.

The number of Cysso demons is rapidly decreasing, but those that remain are still launching a fearless counterattack against the greenskins.

Their unique racial ability allows them to "reload" their game after death, making them even more fearless in the face of death.

But they soon realized something was wrong.

Under the influence of the incredibly powerful waaagh energy, both the subspace and real spacetime within this region of the universe have been completely distorted.

Apart from the green-skinned orcs being able to freely utilize waaagh energy, all other forms of supernatural power are severely suppressed and blocked.

Even if warp demons appeared before the green-skinned orcs, they would be directly squeezed back into the Sea of ​​Souls.

This naturally includes the special ability of the Cysso demons to "load save files".

Desperate roars echoed across the surface of the battle planet, while even louder greenskin war cries shattered them.

The Cysso demons killed in this war will truly die, rather than being reloaded at some point in time.

The battle planet and the battle moon, like a pack of hungry wolves, tore apart and devoured the giant gas planet before them with their onboard gravity weapons.

Gas planets are easier to devour and absorb than solid planets, and those fighting moons, with their gaping maws, are wantonly swallowing gas planets.

This is not just the end of Cysso, but the end of the planet.

Meanwhile, the boys of the Dead Skull Clan were rummaging through the massive amounts of debris and garbage falling from the sky, searching for any recyclable treasures.

Bloodhowl Zak swung his giant power claw, easily tearing the leader of the Cysso demons on this planet to pieces.

Perhaps the orc warlords of yesteryear could have fought the enemy to a standstill, but the situation has now completely changed.

Zack could easily toy with the opponent as easily as he toyed with the stupid Skullmon.

"Waaagh, Kork!"

"Great green tide, great green tide!"

Bloodhowl Zak's roar echoed through the sky, resonating with and eliciting cheers from more orcs on the battlefield.

"Once this homeworld of the Cysso has been destroyed, it will be of no use to any remaining Cysso species in the Ghoul Cluster."

"We greenskins are the most powerful; all other races are just stepping stones."

His strong confidence caused Zach to grow another ten centimeters taller. He huffed and puffed as he returned to the throne of Cork Leonardo da Vinci to report back to his lord.

"Lord, we've already destroyed the great enemy, the Cyso Demon. Who's our next target?"

"As long as Lord Lao speaks, we'll take the heads of all our enemies and pile them up like a mountain next to his throne!"

"How about we call you Dihuang like those shrimps, and from now on the kids' war cry will be waaagh Dihuang."

Zack slapped his forehead, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck him—he came up with a really awesome name.

The ancient orcs were speechless as they listened to their trusted general's thoughts.

"Thanks for your suggestion, Zach."

"You have a good idea, but don't think about it again next time."

"Now, the more troublesome enemies in this ghoul constellation have all been eliminated."

“Those shrimp cans, Seso demons, Griffin monsters... none of them are a match for us.”

"Then there's only one enemy left to deal with."

Cork da Vinci controlled the waaagh energy, and soon a star map condensed before his eyes.

One of the punctuation marks emitted an incredibly evil light, and even had an X drawn on an orc skull to indicate its danger.

“Those damned space necromancers, those pathetic space necromancers,” Leonardo da Vinci murmured.

An infinite hatred for the Necromancers churned within his chest; countless of his compatriots and comrades had fallen to the muzzle of those despicable traitors of the Necromancers.

From the information he gathered, as well as the memories passed down by the orcs, he learned that the space necromancer ultimately betrayed the Star God and blasted all those stellar vampires into pieces.

Even more remarkably, the Necromancer actually killed a Star God: Randall Gore the Skinner.

Before his death, Lando Gore cursed his traitorous servants and unleashed a deadly entity called the "Skinner Virus," which infected and corrupted countless space undead.

Among the ghoul stars, there exists a space necromancer force called the Kingdom of Derazak.

Most members of this necromancer dynasty were infected with the vicious Skinner virus, making them an entity that other necromancer dynasties avoided at all costs.

Corcovado da Vinci set this as his ultimate goal to purge the entire ghoul constellation.

Only by defeating and destroying this blasphemous being will he embark on his journey, leading the great green tide to the galaxy.

"I will take revenge, for the sake of Kork, for the sake of the Old Saint."

"The blood debts of the past must now be repaid in blood!"

Da Vinci closed his eyes, and Bloodhowl Zach wisely withdrew.

Having devoured the battle planet and battle moon of the Sesomon mother planet, they grew even larger and once again activated their waaagh field.

After a burst of savage acceleration, the battle planet created an extremely violent gravitational storm.

Gravity, like an invisible hand, recklessly kneaded the universe, creating a hole within it, and then the battle moon began to rush into the net.

Meanwhile, the green-skinned warships, resembling a pack of wolves, returned to the interior of the battle moon like swallows returning to their nests, and followed the fleet's migration through the waaagh gate.

Throughout the entire galaxy, only a thin layer of dust remains scattered throughout the universe.

The original locations of those Cysogo planets are now just empty voids, telling the story of a powerful and mysterious alien race that once existed there.

(End of this chapter)