Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

If Toothbrush were to live, his enlightened ideas and effective governance would surely allow the orcs of Red Mining World to progress rapidly, and it wouldn't be surprising if they even managed to create a piece of junk warship to conquer the void.

Unfortunately, Tooth's career was cut short before he died, leaving Ironeye, that stingy and vicious scoundrel, to become the most powerful orc warlord.

The fart spirit who accepted Komi's mission was named Sloppy Nose. You can guess from the name that this fart spirit has a dirty nose that can never be cleaned.

A red nose, resembling a cold, and a perpetually runny nose became the defining characteristics of the slovenly nose, disgusting the orcs who wanted to cut it off to fill their stomachs.

Crossing the orc camp was quite dangerous for the farting elf. Several times he crawled slowly on the ground, only to be picked up by the orc's big hand.

He was so frightened that he cried and wet his pants.

Looking at the snotty-nosed creature with its snotty nose and the stench of urine in its pants, even the starving orc couldn't help but frown and throw the disgusting little thing far away like a punching bag.

Compared to ordinary humans, the fart spirit's body was relatively resilient. He was dizzy and seeing stars after the fall, but he recovered after catching his breath and headed towards a secluded place in his memory.

The orc camps, stretching out in a chaotic fashion, lack any semblance of beauty. Sometimes you can't even tell what the haphazardly piled-up scrap metal and rotten wood are for.

However, for the fart demons, or rather, for a fart demon who has seen fart demons meet, the garbage hill in front of them, which is only fit to be used as a toilet and a place for orcs to think, is a rather secret meeting place.

First, you need to find something red to decorate yourself with.

Sloppy Nose had already made preparations. He tied a piece of cloth stained with snot and blood to his arm, then ran to a small corner and plunged into the dark hole.

It was like sliding down a slide to the bottom. Sloppy Nose fell and hurt his buttocks. Before he could even rub them, a rusty dagger was pressed against his throat, making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Which part of the fart demon are you? I've never seen you before." A wealthy fart demon who could wear a shirt and pants on his body asked coldly. He also had a red strip of cloth on his shoulder, but it was obviously painted with paint, much better than the blood that would darken and turn brown after drying.

The scruffy-nosed man first pointed to the strip of cloth on his arm, then hurriedly shouted, "I volunteered to join you. I have some extremely important information to tell the Red Cloak boss."

"You dare call me 'Red Cloak'!" The jerk's face darkened with anger, and he raised his hand, ready to give him a good slap.

The scruffy-nosed man immediately curled up, burying his head in his crotch, not daring to resist at all.

Just then, another fart shouted, "Hey, what are you doing! Have you forgotten our rules? Farts don't fight farts. As long as someone is bullied by orcs, we have to treat them as brothers."

The scruffy-nosed man looked in the direction of the sound and saw a more dashing-looking jerk push open the iron door that was suspended by ropes and walk out.

He was dressed all in black, with a political commissar's military cap on his head that had had its double-headed eagle removed and replaced with a furry orc face. His all-black clothes were also clearly modeled after the political commissar's style.

The guy who wanted to punch the sloppy-nosed guy lowered his head and stepped aside. The guy wearing the political commissar's hat walked over and pulled the sloppy-nosed guy up in a very friendly and gentle manner, and asked, "You just said you had important information to tell Boss Red Cloak. Our boss is not in this den right now, but I can pass on your message to him. Just tell me what it is."

The scruffy-nosed man glanced at the political commissar, sniffed, and clearly didn't believe what he was saying, which angered the guard waiting for orders.

He yelled at the scruffy-nosed man, "Hurry up and speak! You dawdling fool! Our time is precious!"

With one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, the two scoundrels working together like this, the slovenly-nosed guy couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly told the political commissar scoundrel what Gu Jian wanted him to convey.

"What? What did you say?" The usually composed and seemingly in complete control political commissar's expression changed drastically. He immediately grabbed the shoulder of the scruffy-nosed man and asked again, "Are you telling the truth? The great mentor, Mr. Poor, is still alive?"

......

The old camp of the Toothbush warlords is a place where the fighting is far more terrifying than the orcs' invasion of humans. For the warlords' iron throne, every ambitious orc is making himself Waaagh.

Red Cloak, the leader of the Farting Society, operates here, leading the equally cunning and tenacious special forces Fartings to fight the orcs to the bitter end.

Firstly, it's to prove to them that even fart-mongers can get going; secondly, it's to avenge the great fart-monger.

A group of orcs was ambushed by the red-cloaked man. His large feet hooked up jumping mines, which flew right into the orcs' faces, exploding into a bunch of iron nails and pungent spores.

The orcs, unable to open their eyes, attacked wildly in agony, severing the heads of their comrades around them.

Seizing the opportunity, the man in the red cloak blew a sharp whistle and emerged from the shadows, wielding two bloodletting daggers.

In a clean and swift ambush, these orcs armed with large guns and swords were killed by the red-cloaked and special forces slits in the throat.

"Clean up the corpses, retrieve the weapons, and only cut the edible parts of the meat; discard the rest!" the red-cloaked man commanded, as the special forces soldier worked methodically among the orc corpses.

The man in the red cloak looked up at the sky and vaguely saw the iron face of Komi's powerful armor right in front of him. How he missed this great mentor who had taught him how to cause destruction among the orcs! If possible, he really wanted to blow up Yato for Komi.

"Boss, Iron Eye's branch has sent some new information; you'll definitely be interested in this."

"explain."

"Master Fart is still alive, and he's even made contact with the shrimps!"

Chapter 70: The fart-monger and the shrimp are 'friends'

"What?" The man in the red cloak was taken aback and immediately turned to look at the special forces bastard. "The Grand Instructor Bastard is still alive?"

"At least that's what they said on the radio," the special forces operative reiterated the intelligence sent by the operative to the red-cloaked man.

[Master of Farting: Thank goodness, Brother Mao, I didn't die in that incredibly powerful explosion. I was rescued by the shrimps. These guys who fought us so hard were quite sympathetic after hearing our Farting stories and decided to support our cause of achieving equality. At the salient the shrimps call the C-1 burial site, they've stored a whole warehouse of guns, just waiting for us to come and collect them. I'll be waiting for you here, and then we can continue our Farting's never-ending struggle!]

The man in the red cape paused for a moment, then became excited. He was panting heavily, his brain working rapidly, and finally he gave orders to these special forces bastards.

"You continue to harass those orcs according to the established plan. Regardless of whether this news is true or false, I'm going to go there and see for myself!"

"Will these guys really help us? Something seems a bit suspicious."

“I think shrimp are much more pleasing to the eye than beastmen; we have things in common.”

"How to say?"

"Think about it, who's in charge of the shrimps? Are the biggest and toughest guys the ones who call the shots?"

The shrimps aren't tough; a couple of shots and they're dead, their arms and legs are thin too. They all choose smart people as leaders, just like our red-cloaked leader.

"That makes sense. These shrimps are just a bit odd-minded. They just want to live their lives... But honestly, what's the difference between living without the goal of war and being dead? It's a miracle that these shrimps, who dislike war so much, have survived until now."

"Don't say that. The shrimps are just shy. Once they've spent more time with us, they'll start to enjoy the thrill of war. Then we can all go 'Waaagh' together, have a big fight here today, and a big brawl over there tomorrow! How fun and comfortable that would be!"

Although the special forces bastards were elite, they hadn't changed their habit of being chatty. Once they started talking, they couldn't stop. The red-cloaked man quickly stopped the special forces bastards from communicating, told them to be careful, and then disappeared into the shadows.

Komi had been waiting near the C-1 burial site for several days. The Imperial army and the orcs were fighting a bloody battle dozens of kilometers away from there, and the flames of war made the horizon shine like a light strip stuck to the corner of a wall.

There was indeed an abandoned underground warehouse there. General Derek quickly moved a batch of firearms that were of very poor quality for the Imperial Army into it, including some homemade firearms seized from gangs.

"Master Farting, will they come?" Sloppy Nose asked, standing next to Gu Jian. He only dared to peek out from behind the wall with half his head out to observe.

The Great Master of Farting...

Koji was speechless at this title and could only complain that the "fart spirits" of the Fart Spirit Association really knew how to commemorate their incongruous boss.

If it weren't for the fact that Brother Gao Mao occupies the very top of the spiritual world of orcs and fart spirits, Gu Jian would even suspect that these fart spirits could eventually give him the title of Fart Spirit Emperor.

"This is so strange..." Komi sighed, speaking only to himself in a voice he could hear, "Look at you, Komi, what have you become?"

They are aware of the dangers of subspace and know how to utilize it effectively.

Having figured out the orcs' psychology, you can let them guide you through this process of contemplation.

Knowing that worshipping the emperor was truly effective, he never stopped offering his daily, devout, and altruistic prayers.

Isn't this attribute a bit too complicated? Emperor + Dark Gods + God of War's Blessing, and even a Holy Number 5 that doesn't know who it points to shines brightly in this colorful and complex soul.

"It's a miracle that I haven't turned into a Chaos Egg yet..." Gu Jian sighed, pinching the bridge of his iron mask, wondering when he could get involved with those powerful beings of the Spirit Race, such as the gods, the will of the insect hive, and the star gods who had been eaten for so long.

The soft footsteps snapped Komi back to reality. He pretended not to notice and continued to observe the desolate wilderness behind the broken wall.

It's now!

Feeling the whistling sound of the dagger piercing the air, Komi quickly turned around, grabbed the attacker's wrist, and pinned him firmly to his body.

Looking at the fart demon in front of him, Koken immediately recognized him.

"Red Cloak, it's been a long time."

“It really is you, Master.”

The man in the red cloak cried out with a slight sob in his voice, his resentful and treacherous eyes filled with disbelief. Gu Jian thought that even if he saw the spirit of the Second Brother Gao Mao appear, this little devil would not have such emotional fluctuations.

Comfort this brat?

Koji was far from capable of doing that; he simply pulled the red cloak off the ground and led him to the door of the underground warehouse.

"Master, where have you been all this time? We and the little devils need your leadership..." The man in the red cloak followed Komi around like a shadow, asking all sorts of questions.

"I was injured and unconscious, and was besieged by those ungrateful orcs. The Puppet King's Guard fought desperately, which is how I survived from those orcs."

"And that's how you got to know those nobody?"

“You could say that…” Komi entered the password that General Derek had given him, and the door slowly opened.

The sight of the guns and ammunition piled up inside made the man in the red cape stare wide-eyed. He didn't even have time to ask Gu Jian before exclaiming, "Is this all the shrimps' support for us?"

Komi held up one finger and said, "Actually, this is only part of it. I've already talked to the shrimps, and they will send more things over."

“This…this is amazing.” The man in the red cloak stroked the tattered guns with a happy hand. “These days will be tough for the Pluts. The Orcs have plundered almost every piece of scrap metal and spare parts. We’ve been fighting with daggers and spores for a long time.”

"Now you can do even more."

The man in the red cloak sensed something was amiss from Koji's words. He immediately dropped the gun he was holding, which was secured with bandages, and asked, "Grand Master, are you leaving? Aren't you coming with us to blow those orcs' shit out of us?"

Komi replied, "Of course not. I need to go and wander around the shrimp farm a few times; they have the same problem as us."

"Even shrimps can't have equal Waaagh?"

"Uh... it's like this. Some of the shrimps are just thinking about living a boring life. They won't let the other shrimps join us in 'Waaagh'. I have to go and take care of these boring shrimps."

"I see." The man in the red cloak nodded knowingly, then gave Komi a crisp bow and said, "Grand Master, I certainly won't let you down. What are your orders?"

Moved by the enthusiasm of the man in the red cloak, Komi wondered how those nobles could be so lacking in self-awareness, and then he said, "Let's go to Iron Eye's lair and rescue our suffering brothers."

A few days later, a massive strike by the Puffers broke out at Ironeye's largest military factory. This barbaric warlord directly dispatched a large number of orc boys to suppress the Puffers' ridiculous uprising.

Then a massive explosion that shook the entire camp erupted from the military factory. Amidst the charred wreckage, an enraged Iron Eye found a message left behind by Red Cloak.

Even farts deserve equality! Waaagh!

This infuriated Ironeye, who even neglected to send orcs to consolidate the forces of Toothbrush, vowing to completely eradicate the Red Cloak and the Farting Society.

Chapter 71: You say you're a saint? I don't believe it.

The orcs' offensive at the front slowed, giving Imperial soldiers a chance to catch their breath, and Red Mining World had to be reorganized during this time.

At least that's what Komi thought. When he said goodbye to the red cloak and the scruffy nose and returned to the top of Nest City in his flying vehicle, Commissar Tran, who came to greet him, told him some bad news.

A while ago, the shield covering the top of the mountain failed for a period of time. The imperial army reacted quickly and discovered that the failure of the shield was inextricably linked to several families.

Then came the purge, a process filled with the bloodshed characteristic of the empire. These families were wiped out, and the monuments that recorded their glorious history were burned to the ground.

"I've been gone for just over a month, and such a big thing has happened here?" Koken scanned the report handed to him by Commissar Tran one by one. "What about the investigation into the Waste Gas Gang? I remember talking to you about this."

“We sent people back to the bottom nest with Captain Miyan, only to find that the Waste Gas Gang had been swallowed up by a gang called the Super Radiation Gang. We couldn’t find any more clues in the pile of corpses left by the scum.”