Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

The unfortunate transport ship was completely unrecognizable after being ravaged by the green-skinned crew for more than ten days.

The huge merchant guild logos on both sides were replaced by dark green logos, and the color of the ship's hull changed from dark gray to red.

The orc captain, Kragg Shattertooth, has given the transport ship a new name, "Dry Shrimp," and he wants to use this warship to lead his crew on a Waaagh adventure.

The brutality of warlord Hograk instilled fear in all the orc boys.

But not everyone willingly submits to its rule; Krag is one of them.

From the day it emerged from the soil, it dreamed of this day.

Now that it has finally obtained this opportunity thanks to the wisdom bestowed upon it by Mao Ge, how could it possibly miss it?

"Waaagh! You lazybones, get moving! My giant claws can't wait any longer, I'm going to crush those human shrimps!"

Kragg's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of every greenskin through loudspeakers installed throughout the ship's cabin. Both orcs and ghouls became agitated after hearing its excited war cry.

"Waaagh!!!"

Inside the power room, an orc overseer wearing an Imperial steel helmet, wielding a leather whip, and accompanied by a red Sgughug, shouted at the orc boys seated in their seats, who were providing power to the spaceship, through a cheap megaphone made of several pieces of sheet metal:

"Kids, get the boss moving! I can't wait to shred those skinny human shrimps!"

In order to reach the humans as quickly as possible and have a massive brawl with them, the orcs painted the ship red and also equipped it with a series of propulsion systems that were very characteristic of the Greenskins.

The incredibly intelligent mastermind, along with his minions and orc mechanics, installed tens of thousands of bicycles—like those fixed to the ship's deck—on the warship in just over ten days.

As long as an orc pedals hard, the power generated by the bicycle will power the huge propeller at the rear of the spaceship, accelerating the entire warship.

For any other race, such a ridiculous modification would almost certainly cause the entire transport ship to collapse, ultimately resulting in a catastrophic disaster of shipwreck and the destruction of the beasts.

But the Greenskins firmly believe they are doing the right thing, and this unwavering conviction will eventually be transformed into psionic energy through the Orcs' regional network.

Many things that are inconceivable to normal people will be achieved in unnatural ways through psychic powers, such as painting a vehicle red to increase its speed.

Or perhaps they would attempt to use the most primitive method to travel through space using the thrust generated by the wind in an airless universe.

Believing in the power of belief—this is the unique way of thinking of the Greenskins.

If you gather enough greenskins and make them believe in something, the powerful psychic energy generated may make their dreams come true.

The shield that blocked missiles launched by the Starport Orbital Defense System was created because the Orks firmly believed they would not be easily hit by those little bombs.

In order to break through the defenses and strike directly at the Greenskins led by Kergra, the Imperial forces at Starport launched two more volleys of missiles at top speed.

The explosion produced a dazzling display of light, like festive fireworks, but no one could bring themselves to look happy at the unharmed green-skinned creatures.

"A breach has been detected in the alien shield. We recommend increasing the bombardment intensity immediately."

The mechanical divine rune, which connected its logic engine to the surveying instrument via a data cable, advised in a completely emotionless voice.

Standing beside him was Brigadier General Oliver, the commander-in-chief of the human forces in this war.

Upon receiving this good news, Oliver did not hesitate and immediately used his communicator to issue the order to continue the attack to his men.

With the help of the Mechanicus Technique runes belonging to the orbital defense system, all the turrets adjusted their bombing targets.

The fourth wave of missiles rained down on the gaps in the psionic shield surrounding the green-skinned warship.

The continuous impacts caused the gap, which was originally only the size of a crack, to gradually widen until it became a circular passage that could accommodate a torpedo missile.

Guided by the mechanical priest's binary language, the missile, whose casing was engraved with chapters of the Emperor's Holy Word, squeezed into the circular passage.

A wisp of barely perceptible black smoke rose from the massive body of the Dried Shrimp Ship.

As the intensity of the attack increased, the orc's psionic shield became thinner and thinner, eventually shattering like a bubble.

The missiles launched by the orbital defense system finally hit their intended targets, but by then the Greenskin fleet was too close to the starport, and Imperial soldiers could even see with the naked eye what the Orcs on the meteorite were doing.

"Speed ​​up and get there!"

Following Krag's command, the engines of several combat meteorites surrounding the Dry Shrimp were fully engaged, and they hurtled directly towards the starport.

Due to the previous battle, the Starport's shields lost their defensive capabilities, and all the orcs rushed in with almost no effort.

With a series of violent impacts that shook the entire starport, the meteorites carrying the orcs turned into hills that sprang up from all over the starport.

A green-skinned boy, who had miraculously avoided turning into a rotten mushroom, crawled out of the ruins, shaking his head.

It squinted, looking at the somewhat nervous human shrimp not far away with a bewildered expression, and roared, "Waa... Ugh!"

The violent impact was too much for the strong orc boy to handle, and he was just about to vomit up all the Skull mince porridge he had just eaten.

A rocket exploded beside it, blasting half of its body into pieces.

But this is just the beginning. As the number of greens landing increases, a fierce battle for the starport is inevitable.

Fortunately, these guys who separated from the main force only had ordinary rifles and machetes, so they couldn't gain any advantage in firepower for the time being.

In order to break through the annoying defenses erected by the human shrimp, several orcs guarding the Skull Plantation strapped firecracker-like bombs to the red Skull.

Then, they drove the little guys through the dense firepower of the Imperial army, attempting to destroy important enemy strongpoints.

Skugs are magical creatures that, like fart spirits and orcs, grow out of the ground. They come in different kinds depending on their function.

The larger ones could serve as war fortresses, crushing enemy defenses, while the smaller ones were kept as pets or food.

The self-destructing Skull chosen by the Orc Boys is half the size of Ironfist, but is much more agile.

They use their two muscular hind legs to move quickly across the battlefield.

Because of their large numbers and small size, the Imperial Army was unable to eliminate them all in a short period of time.

Its shell-like outer layer can withstand damage from most weapons.

Even when injured, these little guys don't feel afraid and run away.

They will only become more frenzied, speeding up their attempts to tear apart the humans who have harmed them.

"There's one more, there's one more, shoot and take care of it!"

An Imperial soldier raised his laser gun and aimed it at Sguger, who was drooling as he jumped toward him.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger and finish off the annoying little guy, the fuse of the firecrackers the guy was carrying had burned out.

With a deafening roar, the soldier was knocked to the ground by the powerful impact of the explosion, his mangled flesh and teeth flying through him.

Taking advantage of a gap in the enemy's defenses, the second batch of self-destructing Sgughs charged into the Imperial army's lines, causing them considerable casualties.