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Chapter 121 Ogryn should also know Greenskin Encyclopedia

The eleventh Primarch, Leila, was elegant, holding an ancient book, and walked towards them slowly.

The loose white coat she wore, worn on her giant-like yet curvy body, looked like a sail filled with sea breeze. The corners of her coat fluttered, outlining her curvy figure to the fullest. Every step she took seemed to carry invisible pressure and unique intellectual charm.

"Why are all the Primarchs in Terra coming to me?" Aurora frowned slightly, her words full of helplessness. She obviously wanted to avoid this topic and did not want to dwell on it too much. She just wanted this celebration party to go on smoothly without too many complications.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Leman Russ also shouted in agreement, waving his thick arms casually, with a bit of rough confusion, his eyes wandering back and forth between Leila and Aurora, trying to find the answer from their faces.

Aurora said nothing more. The wolf king brothers were playing dumb again. They simply placed the freshly roasted, sizzling piece of tender meat on the exquisite plate next to her. The carvings on the edge of the plate shimmered in the light of the campfire.

She waited quietly for Leila to take her seat, her expression returning to its usual calm, as if the little disturbance just now had never occurred.

Leila walked to the table, her figure as light as if she were walking on clouds, and sat down gracefully.

She placed the Green Encyclopedia, which she had been holding tightly in her hand until the corners were slightly curled, on an empty space beside her with great care. Her movements were gentle and solemn.

As soon as the two Primarchs saw the book, their gazes were drawn to it as if by a magnet, and they could no longer look away.

The title of the book was novel and peculiar, and seemed to have some kind of inexplicable magic. Once people took a look at it, their curiosity would burn like wildfire, and they would be eager to open it and find out what kind of wonderful stories about Ogryn and the Greenskins were hidden inside, which could have such an eye-catching title.

At this moment, Leila seemed unaware of the burning gazes beside her and was concentrating on the delicious food on the plate.

I saw her slender white fingers gently holding the knife and fork, her movements were slow and graceful, as if every cut and fork was carving a rare treasure.

The meat on the plate was broken down and eaten as slowly as a stagnant stream in her hands. She chewed it in small bites, her cheeks slightly puffed up, savoring the taste, feeling completely relaxed and content.

Seeing the two Primarchs extremely anxious, Leman Russ almost couldn't help but urge them several times, his thick fingers unconsciously clenching and unclenching under the table.

Although Aurora didn't show it on her face, her eyes would drift towards Leila from time to time, revealing a bit of helplessness and eagerness, as if Leila's way of eating was more patient than a tough battle.

Finally finished eating.

This silent understanding resonated in the hearts of the two Primarchs. Leman Russ was just about to stretch out his broad shoulders, which were tense from endurance, when Aurora also slightly relaxed her straight back.

Leila opened her red lips without waiting for them to urge her.

"This is a book I carefully compiled based on all my current observations of greenskins." Lyra's eyes were gentle and full of pride, as her slender fingers lovingly stroked the cover. "It can be considered the forefather of many works on understanding alien creatures. I predict that in the future, a large number of excellent works introducing alien creatures will emerge like bamboo shoots after a spring, and this is the beginning of this wave."

After saying that, she gracefully turned the pages of the book. The paper rustled slightly, as if humming the prelude to the opening of knowledge.

At the urging of the two Primarchs, the introduction to the entire greenskin race was skipped.

After all, they all knew the faith that introduced them.

[Orc

- Unit: The largest of the greenskin races, and the main fighting force.

- Size: Tall and sturdy, adult orcs are generally over 6 feet tall and will continue to grow as they age.

- Armor: Usually simple armor made of leather or metal sheets, with limited protection.

- Carrying weapons: The weapons are very primitive, mostly clubs, metal pieces, etc. Some orcs will use weapons captured from the enemy. The method of using weapons is mainly to wield them with brute force.

Threat Level: Extremely High. Orcs are known for their hot temper, aggressiveness, cruelty, and belligerence. Born with immense strength and a strong fighting instinct, they charge forward fearlessly in battle, unafraid of pain or death, and pose a significant threat to their enemies.

- Countermeasures: Since the orcs are powerful and numerous, in a head-on conflict, you can use ranged weapons and psychic powers to attack them from a distance to weaken their strength. You can also take advantage of their internal fighting characteristics to provoke conflicts between orc tribes and make them kill each other.

Comment: waaagh! But he’s the boss waaagh!]

[Goblin

- Unit: An important part of the Greenskin race, often acting together with the Orcs.

- Size: Much smaller than orcs, usually around 3 to 4 feet tall and relatively thin.

- Armor: Mostly made of light leather or cloth, it has poor protection but can provide a certain degree of mobility.

- Carry weapons: There are many types, including daggers, short knives, bows and arrows, slingshots, etc., and you can also make and use some simple traps and explosives.

- Threat Level: Medium. Although Goblins are not as powerful as Orcs individually, they are numerous and cruelly cunning. They often use sneak attacks, traps, group attacks and other tactics to deal unexpected blows to the enemy.

- Countermeasures: Stay vigilant and beware of Goblin traps and sneak attacks; take advantage of their timidity to intimidate or drive them away; you can also eliminate the Goblin Shaman first to weaken the Goblin group's combat effectiveness and organization.

Rating: Very un-waaagh!]

[Fart

- Unit: A small creature that is present in large numbers in greenskin society, serving mainly as pets, lackeys, and punching bags for orcs.

- Size: Very small, with a brain only the size of a pea, usually about 1 to 2 feet tall, and a slender body.

- Armor: There is basically no decent armor. At most, they simply wear some scraps of copper, iron or animal skins they picked up.

- Weapons carried: Weapons are mostly picked up small branches, flower mushrooms or even bones. Very occasionally there will be sharp sticks or daggers, and sometimes "explosive spores" will be used.

- Threat Level: Low. The individual combat effectiveness of the Fart Spirit is almost negligible, but they are numerous and will cause certain interference and confusion to the enemy on the battlefield.

- Countermeasures: Ignore their individual attacks and focus on dealing with the main combat forces such as orcs and goblins; but also pay attention to their special weapons such as "explosive spores" to avoid unnecessary damage.

Rating: Very un-waaagh!]

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Chapter 122 Tzeentch's Plan

The two Primarchs read through the book page by page at a rapid pace.

I have to say that this book is really excellent, with detailed anatomical diagrams and a detailed list of greenskin weapon indexes.

"I really shouldn't have expected anything from you, sister." Leman Russ spoke first, his words full of helplessness, feeling that he had been deceived.

"Even if an Ogryn with limited literacy reads this book, he'd probably only be able to figure out who's waaagh and who's not. I thought you could write something that Ogryn could actually understand."

The expectations that were originally as high as the sky disappeared in an instant after I turned the pages. As expected, the higher the expectations I had when I just saw the title of the book, the deeper the disappointment I felt at this moment.

"That's right! I didn't expect you to use clickbait titles as well." Aurora immediately agreed and expressed her deep approval. She shouldn't have expected that. Sure enough, Leila and Lario had learned bad things from them.

After hearing this, Leila also defended herself, "This is already quite difficult. At least those Ogryns can tell who is waaagh and who is not. Compared to the past, this is already a remarkable improvement. Don't be too harsh."

After a pause, she added, "I'm not some idiot in the universe, nor am I so stubborn as to waste my precious time teaching Ogryn how to read and count. That's simply foolish, and teaching Ogryn isn't very trendy."

After hearing this, the two Primarchs looked at each other and nodded, thinking to themselves, indeed, who would do such a stupid thing?

"My original intention in writing this book was just to help everyone better recognize the aliens. I chose this title just to arouse everyone's curiosity so that they would have the urge to buy it." Leila explained to her two relatives.

"Very well, for your sincerity, I will support you." Leman Russ said generously, waving his hand. "I will have every Space Wolves brother get a copy and study it carefully."

He had come to the banquet uninvited at first, simply because he wanted to get together with his blood relatives.

To be honest, sometimes I can't help but secretly envy Horus. He has both the love of his parents and the care and attention of his sisters.

Leila turned her gaze to Aurora, who knew that her sister was clearly going to pay out of her own pocket.

"Well... for the sake of sisterhood, I'll buy three." Aurora's smile hid a hint of bitterness. She was really not well off. She did not have a planet to rule over like her other brothers, and she herself had never liked managing anything.

The legion's logistics depended entirely on Makado's help in allocating resources, so she naturally had to be frugal in her life. She thought that instead of spending more money on books, it would be better to buy more fresh meat and hold a few more banquets to reward her children.

"No, sister?" Leila and Leman Russ were completely stunned, with shock written all over their faces. They were both confused by Aurora's actions.

When their expressions caught her eye, Aurora had no choice but to bite the bullet and argue, "Astartes have exceptional memories. I'll throw the books to them and then do spot checks later. Have them recite and write them out for me one by one. Three books will definitely be enough!"

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only Aurora's slightly embarrassed voice floating in the air.

"It would be great if your book could be published sooner." Aurora suddenly sighed sincerely, her eyes still fixed on the book she had just read. This banquet was not only a celebration of the temporary victory in repelling the greenskins, but also a small ceremony for everyone to secretly congratulate themselves for having survived the day safely.

Sitting around the campfire, Aurora felt more and more that if she had had this book as a reference earlier, she would have been able to act more calmly.

"This is written based on your actual combat experience against the greenskins in the last battle. Look, the first page of the book clearly states thanks to the entire Second Legion for the information they provided. You're to blame for never reading a book before."

Leila responded directly, her chin slightly raised, with a hint of pride. After all, she had spent a lot of effort collecting information for this work.

Aurora stared at her.

Being locked in such a direct gaze, Leila felt inexplicably uncomfortable. A chill crept up her back, and she unconsciously shifted slightly.

Leman Russ's face was full of interest, with a hint of smile on his lips. His eyes moved back and forth between the two sisters, as if he was enjoying a good show. In his opinion, this kind of bickering and joking was the kind of fireworks that should exist between brothers and sisters, real and lively.

…………

You can always rely on Tzeentch's intricate, interlocking schemes.

Even when facing an extraordinary being like the Primarch who is almost a demigod, they can still drag them into their trap and make them sink into depravity without realizing it.

Even though two Lords of Change had been killed before and the Changelings placed beside the Primarch had betrayed their loyalty, all of this was still just a pre-calculated move in the vast chess game.

In the chaotic realm where gods gather, Tzeentch is the one with the deepest layout and the most ingenious plan.

Even on Terra, a place with two gods of the same level in charge and heavily defended, Tzeentch could accurately choose a path from nine hundred million possibilities, and quietly change the situation with endless changes.

He used the hands of mortals who could get close to the Primarch to subtly sculpt his character, slowly unfolding before his eyes the visions that they most desired to see and dreamed of in their hearts.

Just like the 11th Primarch, Leila, who was full of hope to heal her own gene seed and give birth to her own Astartes offspring, Tzeentch seemed to help her without reservation.

Of course, this kind of "kindness" is not without calculation. The intention behind it is to never let the mortal enemy Nurgle have any chance to take advantage, and to prevent Lyra from sliding into the corrupt realm of Nurgle with her 11th Legion when she studies the mysteries of life because her ideas are too consistent with Nurgle's ways.

Even if I lose money, I can't let my mortal enemy make a profit.

This is the "good side" revealed by its layout.

The other side of evil is the control over Magnus.

From the moment Magnus was born to the moment he gradually ascended to the pinnacle of power on his home planet and became the master, Tzeentch was secretly manipulating the threads of fate throughout the entire process.

Unlike the simple and crude direct control of the Lord of Domination, Tzeentch prefers to use wisdom and strategy, driving mortals as intermediaries to subtly reshape the Primarch. This is because rashly controlling the Primarch will cause too many variables, easily deviate from the precise plan, and will also provoke the hostility of the other two gods.

Tzeentch always cleverly arranged and presented just the right amount of events that Magnus longed to witness, thus shaping Magnus into the kind yet arrogant, proud, and forcibly helpful Primarch he is today.

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Chapter 123 Big Silly Spring Magnus

The time to close the net is drawing near. In this secret contest where the gods compete for the ownership of the Primarch's soul, Tzeentch is determined to win, certain that he will be the first god to bring the Primarch under his command, standing out from his many brothers.

Look at Magnus, with the nine rings belonging to Tzeentch firmly on his ten fingers.

Looking back in the past, after Magnus came to the home planet, the nine rings fell from the sky like bright meteors. The scene was shocking, as if it was a generous gift from the gods to the unparalleled hero. This auspicious act from heaven made Magnus and his millions of subjects believe it without a doubt. They all thought that it was the glory of their master and the reward of God.

At this point, Tzeentch didn't even have to wait for Magnus to willingly surrender his soul.

Just twist your fingertips and quietly trigger the exquisite mechanism and secret seal hidden deep in the ring. In an instant, with a thought, the world changes, and Magnus's consciousness will be instantly dragged into Tzeentch's strange and unpredictable chaotic realm.

With Tzeentch's methods, relying on his eloquent tongue, deception, coercion and inducement, according to Magnus's now carefully adjusted temperament, it would be easy to induce him to offer his soul obediently.

However, such direct robbery and plunder is really contrary to the concept of ingenious planning that Jianqi has always adhered to.

He enjoys the process of planning and taking every step carefully, and is obsessed with watching the chess pieces slowly move into position according to his wishes.

Therefore, at the moment, Magnus is surrounded only by a group of "playmates" carefully selected and trained by Tzeentch. Those cunning and agile elves who shuttle through the shadows are both monitors and potential temptation factors. They surround Magnus day and night, silently weaving an increasingly tightening invisible web.

But as Tzeentch watched Magnus gradually grow under his meticulous planning, this Primarch, who was carefully carved by countless mortal hands and was like a masterpiece, suddenly began to show changes.

Who could have imagined that Magnus would be so naive as to believe that the Warp was entirely benign?

His projection in the warp shines brightly, like a torch that symbolizes hope for mankind, continuously emitting dazzling light and scorching heat. He also opens his arms wide, sincerely inviting all creatures in the warp to come and have heartfelt conversations without any guard.

Such an outrageous behavior left Jianqi dumbfounded. He felt helpless and could only be shocked.

I sincerely feel that he is worthy of being the emperor's outstanding descendant. The rebellious, fearless and bold spirit in his bones is really beyond imagination.

The bloodline returns to the ancestors, the awesome son of the awesome emperor, awesome to the extreme.

Now, the gods, who had originally been secretly watching over him, all focused their gazes on Magnus's dazzling, almost blinding, warp projection.

They were attracted here like moths to a flame. After all, the sudden appearance of this "light source" disrupted the delicate balance of the subspace where undercurrents always surged. Everyone wanted to see what kind of shocking movement this Primarch could make.

All the gods only need to take one look to know that Magnus must be a "good seedling" brought up by Tzeentch.

It is really unbelievable that Tzeentch himself is so shrewd and cunning, but he has raised his future Primarch to be so stupid.

Nowadays, each god has his own "card pool" that he secretly accumulates and painstakingly manages. It contains potential stocks that he can use for his own benefit. Who would have the leisure to touch such a "fool"?

Even gods who had not invested much effort in the Primarch before, like Slaanesh, avoided Magnus and showed no regard for him.

When the Emperor and the Regent first learned of the mess Magnus had caused in the Warp, it felt like the sky had fallen.

You know, Magnus's physical strength is firmly ranked among the top five among all the Primarchs, and his psychic talent is even more outstanding and among the best!

Originally, the Emperor and the Regent had placed high hopes on him, expecting him to grow into a capable arm with both wisdom and courage, a strong body, and extraordinary psychic powers, and become a key figure who could turn the tide in many difficult situations!

Who would have thought that the gap between reality and expectations was so huge. Tzeentch actually turned Magnus into a well-known "big fool" in the warp. This really makes people angry and helpless.

The Emperor and his Regent had no choice but to resort to the old method to deal with this difficult situation. The Regent would try to contact Magnus, while the Emperor placed his powerful force, like the scorching sun, at Magnus's side, ready to prevent any unexpected changes.