So I'm a sheep.

They're good at causing destruction; once they reach their destination, they throw out a few concussion grenades.

Done!

However, upon arriving at their destination, they discovered that something seemed amiss.

"So quiet."

"The green-skinned guys are always making a ruckus, something doesn't seem right."

The factory gates were wide open, and several reconnaissance drones were sent in to take a look.

Ha, except for the outer shell, the inside has been completely emptied out!

"Captain, do we consider this a successful mission?"

Wayne frowned slightly, and suddenly said, "Is it possible that the Greenskins have figured out how to use those heavy weapons?"

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

"Sir, you have a brilliant idea!"

"Green-skinned people driving tanks? Unbelievable."

"Even if we are suddenly attacked and our entire army is wiped out, surely someone will press the one-click destroy button, right?"

Even if they didn't have time to press the one-click destroy button, the higher-end weapons all have fingerprint locks, so the greens wouldn't be able to use them.

As for disassembling and studying those high-tech weapons...

This joke has gone too far!

As everyone offered words of comfort, the captain's expression gradually relaxed.

Finally, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I was too nervous. Let me take some photos and upload them to report back."

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Life sometimes reveals its absurd and bizarre side in unexpected ways.

But Saya has to say, this time it's really outrageous!

“waaaaaaagh——”

Driving what appeared to be power tanks assembled from scrap metal scavenged from a junkyard, the greens roared as they launched a fierce counterattack against humanity.

"boom!"

These are yellow-painted rockets, at least three times more powerful than before.

“waaaaaaagh——”

Groups of tattered green-clad soldiers charged toward the humans, and ordinary firearms proved ineffective against them.

"It's power armor!"

"It's a ghost! It's a ghost!"

What happened next was even more jaw-dropping: a group of green-skinned pilots flew "airplanes" that were on the verge of falling apart and carried out aerial suppression against humanity.

Saya's mind was in turmoil; she looked at the scene before her with a blank stare, as if she had lost her soul.

It's unbelievable, but it seems that humanity has truly been suppressed.

Although the counterfeit goods produced by the Green Skins look unreliable, they are surprisingly powerful and can almost rival the real thing.

The key point is that there are a lot of them!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

In the war against the Greenskins, humanity tasted defeat for the first time.

The great counterattack of waaaaaaagh has officially begun!

Volume 1: Chapter 747 Too Fierce

Green-skinned creatures are not afraid of death; they have a high level of fighting spirit.

The Greenskins have an astonishing reproductive capacity. If no effective measures are taken to curb them, the number of Greenskins killed by humans every day may not even keep up with their growth rate.

Some of the green-skinned knock-offs are so skilled that they make the mechanical priests question their existence. They don't seem very smart, so how can they be so amazing as to be able to replicate powered weapons at the level of primitive tribal civilization?

Ever since the Greenskins emptied that military factory, the war situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse!

Military bases were destroyed one by one by the Greenskins, and the human territory was repeatedly compressed.

Even if the senior officers don't admit it, the Calissis expeditionary force has in fact fallen into a disadvantageous position.

"We must find out how those greens stole our technology!"

"They must have some special means. I mean, those scrap metal pieces shouldn't be able to exert the original power. That's not scientific!"

To unravel the mysteries surrounding the green-skinned creatures, we must first understand them.

Learn about their social structure, habits, language, and so on.

Social structure, habits...

It's actually quite obvious!

The biggest green sergeant is the leader, and the bigger the green sergeant, the higher its status.

The greens are warlike and have a habit of scavenging.

But these things completely fail to explain their incredible ability to copy other products!

Fortunately, Calicus then sent the expeditionary force a Greenskin language analysis device.

Well, those experts have been studying the green-skinned creature for almost forty years, and they've finally come up with something useful.

Equipped with a Greenskin language analysis device, they dispatched special forces to capture one 'Greenskin Engineer' after another.

However......

"I think adding a cannon here would be a good idea."

"I figured this assembly method would be very durable!"

I'm thinking—

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I'm thinking, I'm thinking, there's no profound theory involved, it's just my own thinking!

I thought this could work, and it actually did.

Despite its unscientific 'thoughts,' the mechanical priests actually managed to uncover something after persistent research.

"There is a special stance within the green skin that allows it to disregard the laws of physics to a certain extent."

"What the greens believe is likely to become true, and the more greens they believe, the greater the probability that it will come true."

"But that doesn't mean they can just have whatever they want. Weapons still need to have the necessary components. It's not like you can just pick up a broken stick and think it's a gun and it can shoot, or find something that looks like an airplane and think it can fly and it can fly. It still needs an engine."

The Mechanicus priests named this special position 'The Power of My Thoughts,' but even the Power of My Thoughts cannot truly explain the Greenskins' incredible ability to copy other creatures.

There must be some mystery involved; something must be hidden within the bodies of these greens!

The mechanical priests' thirst for knowledge had been thoroughly ignited, but the deteriorating situation forced them to halt their research.

"His Excellency the Chief Executive issued the evacuation order this morning."

On this day, an order was issued that left all the soldiers utterly disheartened.

retreat......

"Oh my god, have we failed?"

"I never imagined that the valiant warriors of Calicus would be defeated by a bunch of greenskins."

"Did we lose this war?"

No matter how unwilling the soldiers were, the retreat was a foregone conclusion.

'I never expected this!'

As Saya boarded the transport ship, she was filled with emotion.

'At least the pay is daily, and winning or losing doesn't affect my credit points.'

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Shaybacked back to Calicus, Saya immediately sought out Philip.

"Uncle, is there any further action the church may take?"

"Those green-skinned people are a menace; we can't just leave them alone!"

Philip didn't say anything, but simply placed a copy of the Planet Daily in front of Shaye.

Upon seeing the bright red title, Saya was immediately stunned.

Star Destroyer Cannon?

It can't be that bad...

Uh, it should be.

Are the church leadership really this ruthless and decisive?

On their way back, a planet-destroying cannon shot wiped out the planet!

Something is very wrong.

Philip lit a cigarette: "I'm not referring to the Church's high command quickly deploying the Star Destroyer, but rather the decision by the Chief Administrator of Calesis to destroy all the laboratory Greenskins."

"Such amazing creatures should definitely have some left behind for proper research."

"How strange! I don't remember that gentleman being such a reckless person."

The green skin is gone, but its aftereffects continue to unfold.

Many people have come forward to say that the Church of Calesis's use of the planet-destroying cannon was an overreach of authority, and they cannot understand the overreaction of the church's leadership.

"What terrifying primitive creature it is, that it has certain high-ranking officials so terrified that they have even skipped the trouble of asking their superiors for instructions?"