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

Chapter 759 The Joyful Green Skin (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
For the Necromancers of space, from the moment they step into the bio-conversion reactor, all weakness, disease, and short lifespan have vanished with the wind.

With their living metal bodies, they seem to have nothing to fear anymore.

Few enemies on the technological side can rival the space necromancers, while enemies on the psionic side are utterly defeated by the Blackrock Anti-Psionic Matrix.

They don't even have souls, so how could they be afraid of vicious warp magic?
But nothing in this world is absolute, and the Skinner virus treats all space necromancers equally.

From the highest and most powerful emperors to the lowest and most humble necromancers, anyone who gets even a little bit of the Skinner virus will be completely contaminated and driven to madness.

It was formed from all the resentment and curses of the Star God Lando Gore before his death, and every space necromancer infected with the Skinner virus will fall into irreversible corruption.

The skin-peeling virus is not a real microorganism in human knowledge, but a bizarre concept that is closer to a meme.

But this bizarre concept spreads through physical means, such as scratching the metallic body of a space necromancer or biting it.

The terrifying hunger corrupted the space necromancer's core consciousness, and no amount of metal body replacement or mind engine cleansing could change it.

All space undead will lose their sanity to a great extent after being infected, and will have an extremely strong craving for flesh and blood.

All infected will repeatedly utter the same curse: "I am Lando Gore, the curse of the dead."

This is the absurdity of the Star God's curse: former god-slayers and traitors become incredibly fanatical worshippers of the Star God after being infected with the virus.

In a sense, Randall Gore, who was completely killed, was reborn in the bodies of these skinners.

Among the infamous Ghoul Stars, there exists a necromantic dynasty where almost everyone is infected with the Skinner virus.

Its name is—Drazak, the Kingdom of Bones.

Even among the ghoul stars teeming with demons and monsters, this corrupt space necromantic dynasty is the most dangerous existence.

Other monsters and demons would avoid invading the territory of the Derazak Bone Kingdom to avoid incurring the hostility of those crazed undead.

Unlike other necromantic dynasties in space, this dynasty, while also having a hibernation ritual, awakens every so often when their bloodlust becomes uncontrollable, and then ventures out to hunt flesh and blood creatures.

All living beings of flesh and blood, regardless of race, are prey for the skinners.

They only care about harvesting flesh and blood and filling their empty bodies with it, without caring whose flesh and blood it is or where it comes from.

Every hundred years, the Skinners, who slumber in the tombs of the Necropolis, awaken and, under the leadership of their fallen lord, Valgul, spread fear throughout the intelligent life of the ghoul planet.

The court of the Fallen Lord is located in a dead world filled with volcanoes.

The numerous twisted metal ore giants formed under harsh conditions of high temperature and high pressure constitute the most common landscape in the world of death.

The densely packed, giant black stone buildings and the dormant volcano echo each other, and the air is filled with sulfurous dust clouds, resembling countless tombstones and graves.

The planet's surface is only swept by ceaseless sandstorms, with no trace of life.

If you look closely, you'll find that these black stone buildings, which should have remained immortal through time, are already dilapidated.

Scattered metal corpses lay among the broken bodies; these were the completely dead space undead, mixed with the stark white bones of a few alien races.

The sun's dim rays cast their light upon the tomb world, making everything appear as eerie as a desolate mass grave.

Time seems to have lost its power here; everything has come to a standstill, leaving only eternal silence.

But today, an outsider finally broke the silence here.

A thunderous explosion and roar suddenly spread throughout the world of death.

The dimensional barrier surrounding the dynasty was torn apart by a burst of dark green, violent energy.

Numerous shattered arcs of electricity and spatial debris scattered everywhere, and the Derazak dynasty's defense system immediately emitted a sharp, piercing alarm.

Due to the lack of maintenance by tomb engineers and ghostly scarabs, even the alarm sound became distorted and chaotic, turning into a strange, eerie wail.

"Ok?"

"There are actually... living people here."

Within the vast world of tombs, in an incomparably magnificent and solemn royal court.

Ancient artifacts and artworks belonging to the undead of space hung silently on the wall, their surfaces stained with blood and even some dried bits of flesh stuck to them.

Those portraits of nobles, still in the form of death-fearing figures, gleamed with a faint chill under the reflection of dried bloodstains.

A strange, foul odor was brewing in the air, not very noticeable despite being suppressed by the incense, but it lingered nonetheless.

A tall, space necromancer, dressed in magnificent robes and seated on a throne, holding a scepter, suddenly raised his metal head.

A faint green light flickered in his eye sockets as Valgur awoke from a light sleep.

Throughout the entire Deraçak dynasty, only the French emperor was not contaminated by the Skinner virus, but he too fell into an even more bizarre state.

"How strange, I've completely forgotten how long ago it was... the last time an intruder broke into our territory?"

"Another fool trying to trample on our race?"

"Since they dare to disturb our hibernation, they should be prepared to bear the consequences."

Valgul slowly rose from his rusted throne, looking down at his proud kingdom.

Beneath his throne, the neatly arranged courtiers all bowed their heads, seemingly in a deep state of slumber.

Their metallic bodies were covered with the skin and remains of gruesome creatures, some of which were human, some of which were green-skinned orcs, and the rarest of which were the Adarin.

Over the long years, the once fresh flesh and skin tissue had long since rotted into withered fragments, and the dirty bloodstains clinging to the silvery-gray body made it look even more sinister and terrifying.

Valgur slowly looked up and saw that the huge, dark green rift was growing larger and larger, and had already divided the sky of his tomb world in two.

Within that colossal rift, a celestial-sized structure was attempting to force itself into the domain of the cosmic undead.

"That is……"

"Battle Moon?"

Valgur's mind processor even experienced a momentary overload freeze.

He suspected that he might have been in hibernation for too long, resulting in memory disorder.

He had indeed seen these orcish weapons of war, but those were memories from a very distant past.

At that time, his dynasty was just a normal necromancer dynasty, serving under the Silent King Szalak.

But after the damned Menek dynasty—the Silent King's most loyal henchmen and lackeys—destroyed the Star God Skinners, a terrible virus began to spread.

Everything changed, and his dynasty fell into complete abyss.

There is no room for redemption or regret.

However, when he sought help from the Silent King, Szalak gave him an uncompromising order not to leave the Ghoul Stars.

The Silent King decreed: If the Drazac dynasty ever crosses the line, the wrath of the Triune Council will descend upon it, bringing destruction.

At that time, his dynasty was not yet fully infected. The skinner virus could be spread through contact with living metal skin. If Szalak were willing to lend a hand, he might be able to save a portion of his people.

But...but...

Endless resentment and anger surged within Valgur, and his hatred for the Skinners was gradually replaced by hatred for the Silent King.

His thoughts were somewhat confused, but Valgul quickly pulled himself out of his hatred for the time being.

"The Battle Moon is a very common space force of the ancient orcs. During the War of Heaven, those Kork even launched a Battle Moon swarm in an attempt to close the gap with the space undead using sheer numbers."

"The World Engine and the Battle Moons clashed in the universe. Tens of thousands of Battle Moons fell and were destroyed. The shattered stars even came together under the influence of gravity, giving birth to new celestial bodies."

"Whether it's the World Engine or the Battle Moon, they're just insignificant numbers on the battle report."

"I just didn't expect that after their lineage was severed by those tomb sorcerers using genetic curses, forcing them to degenerate to protect themselves, these green-skinned orcs from the Ghoul Stars would actually recreate the Battle Moon."

"The genetic technology of those ancient sages... is truly incredible."

However, despite his feelings of regret, Valgur could not stand idly by and watch these green plagues taint his royal world.

He struck the ground with his scepter, unleashing a pulse of energy that roused the space necromancers from their slumber.

These individuals infected with the virus have developed abnormal deformities in their limbs and bones.

Sharp bone spurs disrupted the body's balance, firmly fixing the flesh and skin peeled from the creature to the skeleton.

Due to the effects of the Skinner Virus, Valgur lacks sufficient tomb engineers to maintain the original defense system.

Of the air defense weapons in the Royal Court world today, only one or two out of ten are still operational.

Gaussian rays burst forth from the tops of the black stone tombstones, which resembled pyramids, making them exceptionally bright and conspicuous in this dim world where only a few magmas could provide light.

Once those ground-based Gauss cannons hit a part of the Battle Moon's body, they would immediately create layers of dazzling ripples on the Battle Moon's Savage Shield Field.

Both sides were expending energy, trying to overpower the other.

Under continuous anti-air fire suppression, the orc's Battle Moon Field Shield finally gave way.

It opened its massive maw, like the gaping maw of the second brother of the Orcs, and began to unleash even more Orc warships.

The War Moon is never just a simple void naval combat unit; it is more like a platform that can continuously deploy armed forces, becoming a reliable war anchor for the orcs.

Hundreds and thousands of orc warships began to pour into the undead tomb world of space.

These warships, built and cobbled together by the Orcish Great Techies and Tech Boys, looked like giant junk welded together from corpses dragged back from a warship graveyard.

Their plasma reactors were even exposed to the naked eye, without any consideration for whether the heart of the warship would be targeted by the enemy.

The warship's engines spewed out black smoke from incomplete combustion, and these engines were far from being "reliable".

Any human mechanic priest who saw this scene would faint and lose consciousness.

Leaks, explosions, or even secondary explosions could happen at any time. The only reason it can continue to operate is because the green-skinned orcs on the warship use their wits to believe that it can function.

The engine and reactor were connected by a variety of exposed, tangled cables and pipes, and blinding electrical sparks flowed across the warship, occasionally electrocuting some of the screaming green-skinned orcs who passed by, leaving them smoking.

A large number of modified ammunition and weapons were randomly placed on the bridge deck, forming a weapon system of unclear purpose.

A large horde of ferocious green-skinned orcs, under the command of Tech Boy and Tech Master, used the weapon systems on their warships to bombard the damned world of space undead.

The creaking cannons fearlessly clashed with the Gauss anti-aircraft guns of the space necromancers.

They unleashed streaks of bright green energy lightning, blasting the space necromantic obelisks and pyramids on the surface into fragments.

Orc torpedoes are notorious for being unreliable and inaccurate, so they choose to launch more torpedoes at once to compensate for this shortcoming.

Some slaves, under orders from their superiors, crawled inside the torpedoes and were forced to manually control their launch direction.

Chaos, utter chaos. The Drazak dynasty, which had been silent for decades, was instantly thrown into turmoil by the invading green-skinned orcs.

Valgur activated the resuscitation protocol, awakening all the slumbering space undead.

He had a bad feeling; it seemed that the green-skinned orcs who came to his door this time were more prepared.

The orcs' massive array of macro cannons began to fire. Some of these strange macro cannons were made of scrap metal by the mechanics, while others were simply captured alien weapons.

On those ancient, rudimentary warships, you can see modified versions of the Imperial Cannons, as well as some long-range weapons used by the aliens conquered by the orcs in the Ghoul Stars.

On the chaotic armor, even the smallest gap was crammed with a cannon barrel, and then, with the help of the orcs' "I think power," anything suitable was launched.

Rows of high-explosive warheads were indiscriminately hurled at the space undead, turning into a destructive torrent that crushed any barrier in its path.

Although they are extremely prone to misfiring and jamming, most of the time, with the help of mechanics using their brute force repair methods, they can be brought back into operation.

Of course, there were also rare instances where these high-explosive munitions detonated directly on the orc warships, causing the warships, which were already pieced together from different wreckage, to disintegrate and collapse.

"I think today was absolutely amazing!"

"Fight! Fight! Damn it, Brother Mao is watching us! I'm going to tear those damn metal skulls to shreds!"

The escalating war further fueled the Greenskins' fighting spirit. Instead of feeling exhausted from their continuous labor, they felt increasingly energetic.

Even the orcs who carried cannonballs on warships grew larger and larger during the war.

Waaagh energy was poured directly into their bodies, continuously strengthening the green-skinned orcs in a way that defied physics.

Hundreds of strong, green-skinned soldiers roared as they propelled heavy, scrap metal shells weighing tens of thousands of tons.

These heavy cannons, even if simply dropped from the atmosphere, could cause devastating damage.

Not to mention that they were also filled with plasma bombs hastily made by the mechanics, which amplified their destructive power dozens of times.

However, these attacks from the green-skinned warships were not the real deadly threat; the battle moons and battle planets that followed were the true mainstays. Kirk da Vinci knew how terrifying these space undead enemies were, so he exploited their weakness: their organization had drastically decreased after being infected with the Skinner virus.

He immediately staked all his resources on the gambling table.

Once the Drazac dynasty recovers and mobilizes its formidable war fleet, their plans to destroy the dynasty will most likely fall through completely.

The dimensional space protecting the Royal Court world was completely shattered by the green-skinned orcs' waaagh energy storm.

When hundreds of billions of green-skinned orcs ponder together, the resulting power of their pondering will unleash a fierce storm in the High Heavens.

The battle planet is traversing the barriers of space, and on this orcs' most powerful warship are colossal mountains forged from steel and rock.

The complex surface is covered with countless planetary orbital cannons, all firing wildly.

The gravity whips mounted on the battle planet and the battle moon are tearing apart the geological structure of the Necromancer's Kingdom world, severely damaging its own gravitational field and stability, with devastating consequences.

Where is our world engine? Where are our reinforcements?

Valgul roared madly, but unfortunately his subjects, infected with the Skinner virus, were unable to give him a rational answer.

Large numbers of space undead hid directly in deeper dimensions to avoid being bombarded and reduced to dust by the green-skinned orcs that descended from the sky.

But while they could escape and hide, the royal court had nowhere to hide.

This planet has a very active geological structure; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many dormant volcanoes on its surface.

Under the gravity whip attacks of the green-skinned orcs, numerous dormant volcanoes erupted once more, spewing forth endless scalding lava that engulfed the dilapidated black stone buildings.

Both sides were firing at their opponents with all their might, with the Necromancers' ground-based weapons and the Orcs' battle planets tearing each other apart.

The narrow space between the two planets is filled with laser beams, heavy torpedoes, missiles, and macro cannons.

However, such encounters are inherently disadvantageous for the Necromancers in space.

The green-skinned warships that were shot down by the Gaussian rays did not try to retreat; instead, they increased their speed and rammed directly into the planet's surface.

The green-skinned orcs' garbage ship smashed through the planet's crust, unleashing an even greater frenzy in the mantle.

Not a single greenskinned orc was afraid of death; before their demise, they sang wildly of the joy of the game.

"If I could experience this kind of pleasure just once, I'd die happy."

"Brother Gao and Brother Mao are waiting for us. They will lead us to launch an even greater waaagh!"

In the violent explosion, both the Skinner Necromancers and the Greenskin Orcs were reduced to ashes.

Valgul could no longer sit still, and he used the ancient technology of the Space Necromancers to forcibly stop the shattering of the Royal Court world.

An invisible force field held the planet together firmly through those black stone structures, preventing it from being torn apart and devoured by the orcs' battle planet.

However, just when he finally had a chance to catch his breath, the orcs launched a more intense close-quarters assault.

Tens of thousands of orc drop pods—giant rocks carved from hollowed-out meteorites—fell from the sky.

The interiors of these megaliths were filled with green-skinned orcs of various sizes and clans.

Even between the fully equipped, heavily armored leaders and the giant Skulls, various fart spirits and snot spirits were squeezed together, all carrying deadly, high-powered weapons.

The Necromancers' anti-aircraft firepower was already very weak, and most of the boulders landed safely on the ground.

Their waaagh energy beacons continued to lay the foundation for subsequent teleportation, and even colossal beings like the Ancient Giants descended upon the battlefield.

“waaaaagh!!!”

Zac Bloodhowl, a green-skinned warrior, charged ahead, rampaging across the battlefield.

He cleaved through the boulder with his giant power axe, then charged toward the enemy leader, protected by a large number of heavily armed leaders behind him.

Guided by the energy of waaagh, they can clearly discern where the enemy's true main force is located.

Those skinners who reappear from the dimensional space also find it difficult to suppress their desire for flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood of the green-skinned orcs are still flesh and blood; the skinners don't discriminate in their prey.

Their metal skulls were covered with foul-smelling, rotting biological flesh and skin, with tendons and bone fragments stuck inside the skinners, making them look as if they truly possessed flesh and blood.

The green-skinned orcs didn't care about anything else; Zak's massive size, exceeding seven meters, made him practically a heavy vehicle on the battlefield.

He wielded a power claw in his left hand and a power axe in his right, and was clad in sophisticated metal power armor, making him look nothing like a purebred green-skinned orc.

The Skinners are extremely cunning. They use dimensional rifts to move around, trying to emerge from behind the green-skinned orcs and then cut off their heads.

These two opponents were a warlike man who knew nothing of death; and a man who knew no fear and whose mind was filled with the desire to hunt flesh and blood.

A battle of equals, a clash of titans, unfolds in the shattered world of the royal court.

"Why are you calling me?"

"Did I tell you to yell? It's so noisy!"

The victims' pitiful screams echoed from the skinners' throats, an exceptionally tragic and eerie sound. Combined with their grotesque and terrifying appearance, it was enough to become one of the most horrifying childhood nightmares for any human child.

But the green-skinned orcs didn't care about anything else; they simply used their giant cleavers to cut the Skinner into pieces.

Along with the blasphemous remains of flesh and blood on their bodies, the orcs crushed them into dust.

The Skinner's physical attacks can spread the Skinner Virus, threatening the metallic bodies of other races.

Some green-skinned orcs with too much metal on their bodies were injured in battle and directly infected by the Skinner Virus.

They too fell into a distorted mechanical worship, and were killed by the other green-skinned orcs just as they were about to call upon the name of Lando Gore.

That's a joke. All the green-skinned orcs only have two gods they worship: Nago and Mao.

What kind of thing is this Skin-Peeling Star God? How dare it abduct and seduce Mao Zedong's son?

Even in the communication channels of the Necromancers in space, the wild howls of the green-skinned orcs filled the air, with endless waaagh sounds that even left some skinners bewildered.

The large number of warrior skinners transformed from space undead civilians were easily crushed by the Green Tide. They were not very intelligent to begin with, and after being contaminated, they became even more terribly stupid.

Before they had even eliminated their enemies, they began to pounce on the corpses of the dead green-skinned orcs, painstakingly tearing off the orcs' skin with their sharp iron claws and sticking it to themselves.

Only an army composed of skinned immortals can effectively kill green-skinned orcs.

Gaussian rays danced in the air, and everything that was hit, whether it was a heavily armored leader or a tough-skinned Skull behemoth, was turned into drifting green atomic smoke.

A more radical group of orc raiders simply unleashed their nature, donning crudely made jetpacks and setting their equipment ablaze, before charging up behind the skinners with a whooshing shriek.

"Waaagh, Rehmannia!"

Zach was the first to shout it, and then more and more green-skinned orcs began to echo this battle cry.

The massive cannonballs spewed out scorching hot shells, tearing the undead skinner's body apart.

The young men of the Evil Sun Clan drove their berserk red vehicles, which were so loud that even the brakes had been removed that the noise alone could pierce the eardrums of any orc who was too close.

Their high-speed surprise attack effectively avoided being disintegrated by the Gaussian weapons of the Necromancers, which is why the Eldar chose to evolve into an agile race.

The mad motorcycles of the evil sun were equipped with lethal amounts of heavy weapons, and they didn't care at all whether their vehicles would be shaken to pieces by the aftershocks of the cannons.

The skinned immortal was blasted into pieces by heavy artillery shells, its living metal body turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere. Then, the motorcycles that rushed up crushed the immortal into the ground.

Of course, many more of the green-skinned speedsters' vehicles went out of control, and along with the fired ammunition, they began Brownian motion.

Bloodhowl Zach's heavily armored leader was like an unstoppable wall, sweeping away the undead skinners on the battlefield.

These skinners are not necessarily stronger than other normal space necromancers.

What makes them most bizarre is their ability to spread their insane thoughts to other space undead.

For the Necromancers of space, fighting these guys is as disgusting as a human fighting an enemy carrying eighteen deadly infectious diseases.

Even if you kill the other person, you'll be dragged down with them.

A Death Mark assassin, hidden in a dimensional space, silently aimed his Gauss sniper rifle at Zach's head.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the muzzle of the gun kept shifting and changing position.

A shot was fired silently, and Zach immediately detected the attacker's presence using the Waaagh energy.

The fatal blow, originally aimed at the head, shifted to the chest, and instantly, the eerie green Gaussian disintegrating power spread across the green-skinned orc's body.

Zach howled in agony as his flesh and blood regenerated wildly under the stimulation of the Waaagh energy.

By simultaneously decomposing and regenerating, the orc warlords used this bug-like method to counter the enemy's Gauss weapons.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the energy of waaagh is extremely concentrated.

Countless green-skinned orcs believed their warlord was immortal, and this belief further amplified Zak's vitality.

The heavily armored leader was falling at an extremely fast speed. Even in death, these towering giants were blocking a Gaussian ray for the orcs behind them.

They were incredibly brave and fearless, risking their lives to spread the green tide even further.

When the last guard of the skinned coffin blocking the way was smashed to pieces by Zak, the palace of the Drazak dynasty was finally exposed.

Zach, like a raging prehistoric monster, rampaged through the black stone structure.

A large number of rocks broke and crashed down, but they only made a clanging sound on his power armor.

The Fallen Lord Valgul remained seated on his throne, for he had already foreseen his defeat.

A terrible green tide has arrived, and his dynasty is merely the first victim.

The thirsty ministers and generals before him vanished from sight, disappearing into the dimensional rifts and roaming freely within them.

The dimensional leaps of the Skinners are quite different from those of normal Deathmark Snipers; they are completely unpredictable and undetectable.

This may be related to the curse of the Star God Skinner, but few in the Necromancers dare to study these deadly infected.

Zach walked step by step toward Valgur.

Skinners kept emerging from the dimensional space, attempting to tear the orc warlord's flesh apart with their sharp claws, but with little success.

His ugly nose twitched painfully, and the smell in the throne room was truly awful.

The smell produced by the decay, mixing, and fermentation of flesh and blood is unacceptable to any creature with a sense of smell.

A massive hand, as large as a high wall, slapped the Skinner away. Bloodhowl Zak, with overwhelming force, grabbed Valgul and crushed his metallic body.

"No, you are not the leader of these green-skinned orcs."

"Give me a chance to die knowing why."

Valgul laughed wildly, then retorted to the orc warlord.

"Of course not, our Lord Cork Da Vinci is the true leader of the orcs."

Zak pounded his chest with his palms, and when he heard the name Kork, Valgur finally understood who his enemy was.

"So the Kork orcs haven't been wiped out yet; this is a continuation of the War of Heaven."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Szalak, are you ready to continue the war?"

"We are nothing more than expendable resources in your eyes, insignificant sacrifices. But when these resources begin to burn themselves, they can also burn your kingdom to the ground and reduce everything to ashes!"

"I'll wait for you in hell."

As Valgul laughed maniacally, the orc warlord tore apart his mind processor, completely destroying his memory storage as well.

This means that once the resurrection protocol carrier hidden in the tomb world is also destroyed, Valgul, the Fallen Lord, will also perish completely.

The battle planets and battle moons directly beheaded the core leadership of the Drazak dynasty, and the ancient orcs swung their first blade of vengeance at their nemesis.

Leonardo da Vinci still stood on his throne, a faint sense of relief and satisfaction in his eyes.

Destroying this already insane space necromantic dynasty was only his first step; he swore an oath to the Ancients that he would destroy all space necromantics.

"I have now wiped out all the threatening enemies in the entire Ghoul Stars."

"It's time to leave. The vast galaxy is the future home of the green-skinned orcs!"

(End of this chapter)