Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Chapter 85: The Farting King's Big Waaagh

"Damn it! Those bastards betrayed us!" In the hidden bunker, a general threw his pen and ink onto the battle map.

The staff officers, all pale and ashen, exhaled a breath of despair from their long nostrils.

"The shrimps launched an attack from the east. They completely disregarded our deal, killing orcs and ghouls alike. Many brothers died just like that."

“How could they do this? Aren’t we good friends who fought alongside us in Waaagh? They helped us when we were in our most difficult time, and now they’re going to crush those orcs and then stab us in the back?”

The bastards chattered amongst themselves, full of resentment towards the shrimp's attack, but that was all they could do, because the shrimp were not like the orcs.

All the small, inhabitable hideouts of the orcs were abandoned and plowed up with artillery, leaving the complex terrain that the Orcs could use for ambushes with fewer and fewer resources.

Not to mention, Komi also obtained the location of the Fart Demons' branch from the Red Cloak. Based on this intelligence, the Imperial Army efficiently cleared out the Fart Demons' hiding places and mercilessly killed the Fart Demons who were begging for mercy inside.

General Pi Jing sighed deeply, and the commotion inside the bunker subsided. The staff officer Pi Jing and the guard Pi Jing watched as General Pi Jing took off his glasses, which he had rubbed from the bottom of a wine bottle, their fingers trembling slightly.

"This Waaagh has been lost. The orcs never acknowledged that the farts were equal to the orcs in Waaagh, and the shrimps betrayed their faith... Our struggle has ended in failure, which is a disgrace to the farts' Grand Master and the leader, Red Cloak."

At that moment, the bunker door opened, and the man in the red cloak strode in with his head held high. The defeats of the past few days seemed utterly insufficient to break this scoundrel's fighting spirit.

Upon seeing the red cloak, all the bastards perked up, and the atmosphere of despair in the bunker dissipated considerably. Every bastard tried their best to straighten their chests and present their best side to the red cloak.

If Red Cloak worships Komi, the great mentor of farts, second only to Mao Erge, then other farts worship Red Cloak with the same respect.

The man in the red cloak sat to one side, gulped down a glass of low-alcohol fungal wine, and then spoke to the group of farts.

Do you think our struggle has failed?

The farts didn't answer, but judging from their expressions, it was clear they had given up all hope of the farts' Waaagh.

The red-cloaked man did not rebuke the pessimistic farting crowd; he simply conveyed a concept to them in his sharp, cunning voice.

Orcs do not exist on this one planet, and the Fartings are not only bullied by the two savage orc warlords, Tooth Thrust and Ironeye.

The man in the red cloak raised his head, gazing at the bunker's ceiling, his narrow, scarlet eyes gleaming with fierce fighting spirit.

He immediately jumped onto the table, and the dreadful gadgets hidden in his cloak, such as throwing knives and smoke bombs, jingled loudly.

"My fellow fart-spirits!" the man in the red cloak shouted excitedly, his boots slamming against the table. "We cannot limit our vision to this little stone ball. We must know that in the higher and farther reaches of the sky, there exist many places just like this stone ball. I hear the voices of those fart-spirits, screaming and raging under the whips and cold stares of the orcs! We bear the great responsibility of liberating ourselves and all those fart-spirits!"

"So... what should we do?" a little devil asked, not at all encouraged by the red-cloaked man's words, after all, things beyond the sky were too far away.

The man in the red cloak pulled a blueprint from his pocket. It roughly depicted a rocket-like vehicle. By orc design standards, the blueprint was perfect.

"Gather the remaining parts, and even the most cunning bastards can accomplish earth-shattering feats!" The man in the red cloak swung the blueprints in his hand, the loud sound drawing the attention of all the bastards. "We're going to put the most instigating bastards on a rocket! We'll spread the ideas of the Great Master of Bastards to every orc camp, and a full-scale, spectacular Great Waaagh of Bastards will be realized through our efforts!"

"Great! Great!" The sycophants were stirred up by the red-cloaked man's speech, with a few dissenting voices mixed in.

"So, does the Great Waaagh of the Fart Spirit include orcs and shrimp?"

“Of course it can be included!” the red-cloaked man answered crisply. He had already figured out the future direction of the Fart Spirit Society. “I’ve thought it all through. There are bullied orcs among orcs, and there are bullied shrimp among shrimps. They have been deprived of the right to stand up. These guys are friends we can win over!”

"What about the snotty devils? Can they also participate in the fart devils' big Waaagh?"

"Uh..."

Speaking of snotty-nosed beastmen, the red-cloaked man was speechless. These beastmen, a level below fart-nosed beastmen, were incredibly weak, their bodies as fragile as noodles, and their minds as simple as a puppy's.

The only redeeming quality of these snotty-nosed creatures is their foolish savagery, which allows them to brandish their tattered weapons and scream in protest when faced with an enemy far stronger than themselves.

It's a waste of energy and time to unite such a bunch of useless idiots who can't even get anything done, so the red-cloaked man replied, "Snotty bastards are still snotty bastards. What they did before, they will do in the future. I don't see any complaints from them."

The group of fart spirits nodded in agreement. The red-cloaked man quite agreed with the snot spirit's assessment. This stupid and weak little guy should just continue to be their slave, pet, or even ammunition for their weapons.

Red Cloak's passionate speech was broadcast through loudspeakers to every remaining stronghold of the traitors that had not yet been wiped out by the Imperial army. The traitors cheered for Red Cloak's grand vision, even imagining themselves now in the great Waaagh dream woven by Red Cloak.

The Red Cloak's speech was finally interrupted by an alarm. A sycophant rushed into the bunker and shouted in front of the Red Cloak, "I overheard the shrimps saying that they wounded the Grand Master Sycophant and surrounded him!"

The man in the red cloak paused for a moment, then his eyes turned cold as he said decisively, "We have to rescue Grandmaster Farting. He should ride on our rocket and spread his ideas to every orc camp."

......

Will those scoundrels really come?

Mi Yang gripped the sniper laser rifle tightly, though she had serious doubts about it.

Currently, the only orc force still resisting the Imperial army in an orderly manner is the Farting Society led by Red Cloak. These cunning little creatures rarely confront the Imperial army head-on, often resorting to sneak attacks and sabotage from the shadows.

Thousands of people are killed or wounded on the front lines every day, all because of the sniping by the "smurfs" and the numerous booby traps they have laid.

(Thanks to reader AzoChand20307053473011 for the generous donation, here's an extra chapter.)

Chapter 86: The Colors of the Orcs

The sounds of gunfire could be heard from further away; the Imperial army, which was chasing and surrounding the Grand Master of the Fart Spirits, was engaged in a fierce battle with the Fart Spirits of the Fart Spirit Society.

Miyan and his soldiers hid among the piles of orc corpses. These were all very fresh orcs, and some of their muscles were still twitching.

Stone had been staring at the cross-section of the orc's thigh for a long time, counting how many more times the nerves in that thigh could continue to react.

Blood and the stench of decay pressed down from above. The soldiers had simply erected a makeshift shelter made of wood and steel beams, but thankfully they had air-filtering respirators, which prevented them from suffocating in the stench of the orcs' corpses.

Using orc corpses as ambush points was Komi's idea, and these orcs were also covered with a large amount of purple paint.

Just as humans have their own unique cultures, orcs have also developed their own culture amidst endless wars.

Color is an unavoidable part of orc culture, and almost all orcs agree on the following points.

Green is the greatest color, and the most Waaagh orcs are without exception the greenest orcs!

Red is the fastest! If you want your car and plane to go faster, besides replacing all the buttons and levers with acceleration functions, finding a can of red paint is also a good option.

Blue is the luckiest color. If you're a poor orc and can't even get your hands on scrap or garbage, you'd better get a bucket of blue paint and pour it on yourself. That way you can avoid a lot of iron pellets!

Purple... is a secretive color for orcs, and few orcs even mention it.

The orcs believed that there were no purple orcs in the world, so they really rarely saw an orc dressed entirely in purple.

The magical Waaagh Field amplifies the orcs' mental power, thus affecting their enemies, making it difficult for the human empire's forces to detect the orcs who conceal themselves in purple.

Komi knew that using purple would be a significant boost for orcs, so he never told Red Cloak and the others.

Imagine a group of cunning bastards dressed in purple, who are naturally gifted with cunning, shooting snipers and setting traps on the battlefield. Even if you call in the Dark Raven Guards, who are skilled in infiltration and stealth, they would probably still suffer at the hands of these bastards.

With the ambush area set up in this way, as long as Gu Jian gives the order, countless Imperial soldiers will rush out from the pile of orc corpses and kill the cunning Red Cloak.

Koji was positioned in the center of this ambush, in a dilapidated factory building with almost no cover and a very fragile structure. A heavy logging gun could easily cause the factory to collapse.

Komi was wearing a powerful armored suit, with a bright green head hidden on his back, which he had asked the mechanical monks to make.

The skull was made from the corpse of a fart spirit, and with the combined efforts of the mechanical monks, it was eventually made to resemble the Komi-style skull covered in paint.

Almost all the orcs who had seen Gu Jian's face were dead. Now, only old elites like Red Cloak still remember what Gu Jian looked like before he put on the Strong Butt Armor.

The skinny boss...

Komi thought of the name, but felt no guilt or bitterness.

The Red Cloak's fanaticism for the Grand Master of Farting frightened Koji. Heaven knows how twisted Farting's worship would become if he ever learned that the Grand Master of Farting was a human.

Sitting against a pillar, Komi's shoulder was stabbed. He was breathing weakly and cursing the shrimp for being treacherous.

The shadows in the corner shifted, and Komi realized that the Red Cloak and his elite minions had come to rescue him.

Sigh... This little devil is really loyal and righteous... If we were of the same race, we probably wouldn't need to draw our swords against each other.

Gu Jian was filled with emotion but didn't react until he heard the fart spirit's shrill voice right next to his ear. Then he pretended to look up with difficulty.

These "fart-smart" individuals are probably the best in the fart-smart community. Fully armed, they exude the style of 21st-century counter-terrorism elites. Their tactical helmets integrate personal radios and six-eye night vision goggles, and the weapons they hold are short and powerful, specifically designed for close-quarters combat in complex environments.

"Master Butt Spirit, let's go! The Butt Spirit brothers can't hold out much longer! The shrimps' firepower is too strong." Elite Butt Spirit said, grabbing Gu Jian's shoulder and trying to pull him out of the factory that made them uneasy.

Komi didn't cooperate with these fart spirits, but simply explained his heaviness by saying that the powerful fart spirit armor had lost its power source.

The elite buttocks couldn't lift or help up Komi, so they could only send a message to the Red Cloak, who was blocking the imperial reinforcements.

"Hey! These useless cowards!" The man in the red cloak gritted his teeth upon receiving the news. He threw two throwing knives, hitting the Imperial soldiers on the forehead. After cursing under his breath, he still personally led his men to quietly enter the factory.

As the leader of the Farting Society, Red Cloak was distinctly different from the other Fartings, with a more cunning gaze and a more robust physique, which greatly surprised Komi when he saw Red Cloak again.

If the Red Cloak survives, he'll definitely become the first Pseudo-warlord, just like Skarsnik, the Lord of the Eight Peaks in Warhammer Fantasy.

"Great Master, I'm here to help you leave this place. Your mind shouldn't be trapped in this stone ball. There are many more beastmen brothers in the sky who need help!" The man in the red cloak helped Gu Jian up, his strength already surpassing that of an ordinary orc boy.

Komi nodded and grabbed the arm of the man in the red cloak, trying to stand up.

However, this was only to keep the red cloak from moving around. Komi took the opportunity to draw a dagger from behind and stab the red cloak in the throat.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

Everything happened too fast. By the time the elite butt demon reacted, the red-cloaked man was already slumped on the ground, gushing blood. His head was just a piece of skin connecting it to his body.

"Grand Master! What have you done!"

The elite fart demons screamed, and Komi threw off the powerful fart demon helmet he was wearing, tossed the fake head hidden behind his back forward, and shouted righteously at the fart demons.

"Who is your farting grandmaster! This evil beast has already died under the iron hooves of the imperial army! And you will go and die with him!"

Upon seeing Komi's human face and the green head rolling at his feet, the elite fart spirit's brain immediately shut down, and he could only stammer out a few words.

"The farting master... the great farting mentor is dead?"

Koken wouldn't miss this precious opportunity, and immediately took his tactical dagger and rushed forward to cut the throats of these elite bastards one by one.

The corpses of the orcs lay scattered everywhere, and the sound of intense laser beams could be heard from outside. After noticing the commotion in the factory, Mi Yang decisively rushed out from among the orc corpses and launched a fierce attack on the orcs who came to his rescue.

Komi crouched down amidst the pool of blood, holding the red-cloaked man's unseeing head close to his eyes for a close examination.

He found a small, dark green, round piece that looked like a locator. When he took it closer to examine it, he heard a malevolent voice.

"I'll remember your face... I will definitely avenge Grand Tutor Farting and the Red Cloak..."

Chapter 87: The Battle Against Farting Will Not End

The red-cloaked double?

Koji was startled by the voice and examined the red-cloaked head closely once more.

That is indeed the red cloak; even if Komi were dead, he could still sense that aura.

The communicator suddenly rang; it was Mi Yang's voice, "Sage Komi! Those bastards have launched a full-scale counterattack against us!"

"I understand." Komi put the red cloak over his head and hung it around his waist before leaving the dilapidated factory.