I am a green-skinned master

"You want me to go, but I won't. I told the guys that I would lead them all the way across the Milky Way. At worst, I can just take a detour when they pass through the Solar System." The sly boss said disdainfully.

So the sly boss stopped thinking about Terra, power, and ascension to God, and concentrated on repairing Gogo's skull.

After ten days of vacation, the greenskins gathered in Octaria were basically assimilated into the Screw Clan, although they also retained some habits of their own clan.

For example, the Evil Sun Clan still likes to race cars, and the Evil Moon Clan still has fast-growing teeth and is very rich, but at the same time they also identify with the characteristics of the Screw Clan, calling each other "Gao Ge" and "Mao Ge" with strange accents, and also recognize the work point system.

The work point system has evolved into a culture. Only greenskins who are well built can fight well. Of course, at the same time, in order to do a good job of counting work points, there are more and more scabs.

It is inevitable that there will be some conflicts. For example, some cunning Evil Moon Clan boys used their teeth to buy work points from labor traitors.

Since the number of greenskins is too huge, it is impossible for the slippery boss to connect to the waaagh position every day to catch these cunning scabs, so as long as they are not too excessive, the slippery boss will not care too much, unless he happens to catch them in the act.

Transforming the entire Octarian system and the Skull of Gogo will take a lot of time.

As the ruler of the Octares star field, the new orc lord, there is no need for the sly boss to take the lead every time. He can naturally let his subordinates fight small battles in large-scale wars.

After their vacation, Iron Claw and other greenskin bosses were sent out by Slippery Boss. It would take some time to completely occupy Octares and drive out the remaining Tyranids.

After all, there are so many galaxies, and it will take time to clear them out.

Many bosses are reluctant to leave, they think that only by following the cunning boss can they fight bigger battles.

It was Dio's mentality that changed. He was the first to leave. After all, after the Dio cannon that had been modified by the sly boss couldn't be stopped after firing once. It was really cool.

In order to get these bosses to leave Octares and go deal with bugs, the sly boss specially promoted Rambo and Kundera.

One is a very disciplined special warfare boy, and the other is the boss of the Blood Axe Clan. They are more obedient and can better carry out large-scale attack missions.

Let them each lead a fleet of 500,000 orcs from the Octarian star system and launch an attack in the east and west of the Octarius star field in a group advance manner, with the aim of destroying all the Terran manpower.

Most of the bosses have arrangements, except for one Kuka.

Not only did Kuka not come to Octareia to participate in the final battle, he continued to move eastward, leaving Octareia and heading for other Orc star regions, and his psychic boys left with him.

"Slippery boss, you are the chosen one. I can see that your waaagh will be very big, very big, bigger than the biggest thing I imagined."

"To complete this waaagh that is bigger than a planet, bigger than a star, bigger than a galaxy, maybe even bigger than the Milky Way. I still have a lot to do. I want to tell your story, boss, so that more green guys will know you and follow you to complete this biggest waaagh."

This was the message that Kuka left for the slippery boss. In the last scene that the slippery boss saw, Kuka was still wearing the colorful mask and holding a magic wand as he walked away.

The sunlight shone on Kuka, casting a long shadow. The ancient giant dump that he was about to climb also cast a huge shadow that completely covered Kuka.

Chapter 322 What is piety?

After seeing this message, the sly boss suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He suddenly had a premonition that he would never see Kuka again.

"Yes, you will never see him again. He will sacrifice everything for your cause. You shaped him, and you destroyed him. This is the price, the price of your godhood.

However, you don't need to be too sad, because he is not the first, and he won't be the last. Later, you will slowly get used to it, hehe."

A humorous voice sounded in the mind of the sly boss. It was Tzeentch again. His laughter was so unpleasant and harsh.

The sly boss still had a reaction, mobilizing the power of the group waaagh to attack Tzeentch, and erased his own memory to prevent Tzeentch's invasion.

"It's useless, no matter how you struggle, the result is right there." Jianqi laughed strangely, "The moment you know the knowledge, you can communicate with me anytime and anywhere.

This communication is transcendent and nothing can stop it.”

As his memory was erased, Tzeentch's voice became smaller and smaller, "You are indeed His incarnation, as stubborn as the confused main body on the throne..."

"I... am not Him..." the sly boss replied angrily.

"Of course you are not Him. His origin is the Dark Lord. You are just His human incarnation. Now, you have become independent and have blazed a trail."

"Haha, what a pity, what a pity, you have gone too far on this path... If you didn't know so much, and if your strength didn't grow so fast, you still have a chance."

"Now...you have nothing..." After saying this, Tzeentch's voice disappeared completely.

In order to prevent Tzeentch from talking too much and to cut off the connection with Tzeentch more thoroughly, the cunning boss exerted force suddenly. Too much of his memory was erased in an instant, even the memory of going to find Kuka was erased...

The consequence is that the sly boss no longer thinks there is any danger for Kuka to leave alone. There are not many guys as strong and crazy as him. He may achieve greater success if he goes out and explores on his own.

The cunning boss, whose memory was erased twice, is not as smart as before. He focuses on the task at hand and repairs Gogo's skull.

Tzeentch was in his own crystal palace, his vision and connection with the sly boss were cut off again, and the well-decorated reception room became a mess under the destruction of the violent waaagh energy.

But Tzeentch was not angry at all. Instead, he became even happier, feeling as happy as if everything was under his control.

Knowledge is both information and pollution. Any existence polluted by knowledge, no matter what it is, is like a worm caught in a spider web. The more it struggles, the deeper it sinks.

Magnus's arrangement can be changed a little. The back-up plan of this incarnation of the Emperor of Mankind is indeed brilliant, but meaningless.

Tzeentch raised his hand, and countless threads of fate flowed through his fingertips. On each thread were many people and scenes, depicting a picture scroll of the times.

The first picture shows the situation in the Nakmond Corridor, where Mathieu's imperial fleet is moving slowly.

Although the Nakmond Corridor is called a corridor, it is actually very wide, much larger than a corridor. Even Mathieu's huge imperial fleet seems insignificant compared to the scale of the universe.

"More than 10,000 battleships of the cruiser class, 10,000 auxiliary battleships consisting of destroyers and frigates, not to mention various other engineering ships and supply fleets. The power of the empire is so strong..."

Aboard the Retribution-class battleship Faith, Mathieu looked down at the planet in front of him with pride, intoxicated by the power of the Human Empire.

The fleet that the Regent prepared for him was too powerful. Such a powerful fleet was enough to sweep away most of the enemies of the Human Empire and make them regret being enemies of the Empire.

"Sir, the people on the planet said that they cannot gather enough supplies. We hope you can be tolerant and they will make up for the shortfall when they pay taxes next time." An officer reported respectfully behind Mathieu.

Although large-scale fleets are powerful, they also face complex problems. They consume a large amount of supplies every day, and the costs of fuel, food, and maintenance are astronomical.

"It seems that they are not pious enough." Mathieu said lightly.

"Sir... I think... they tried their best. After all, this is just a backward agricultural world." A drop of sweat ran down the officer's forehead.

"Try your best? The soldiers of the Empire need food and supplies. Only when they are well fed can they fight the enemies of the Empire and protect the people of the Empire from the harm of the aliens.

They just paid a little food and taxes. They can't even guarantee such a simple request. Can they still be called the emperor's pious subjects?"

Behind Mathieu, an Anglican priest yelled at the officer, who lowered his head with cold sweat on his back.

"That's right." Mathieu nodded, "The governor of this world is too incompetent, and the people are not pious enough. Let the sisters of the nun go.

Execute the governor and replace him with someone more cooperative. What I want is food and supplies. Let them collect as much as possible. The fleet will set out the day after tomorrow."

The officer didn't dare to say anything else. After receiving the order, he left Mathieu. Before leaving, he also looked at the agricultural world outside through the porthole of the warship.

In his eyes, this quiet world no longer existed. Flames were burning above it, and the bright red color illuminated the entire starry sky.

When Pex held the information in his hand, he couldn't help but use force with his hands and crumpled the corners of the paper.

The description on the intelligence was very simple, just a simple description of the destruction of some worlds. This destruction did not refer to the execution of an extermination order, but the inhumane plunder and massacre of the local residents by the imperial army.

After all, a habitable world is very precious, but the population on it... is not so precious.

There are also some photos in the intelligence, and through the perspective of the universe, it can be clearly seen that the planet is burning.

Among these planets are worlds that have been infiltrated and controlled by the Church of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor.

There is a world, a world specially arranged by Pex, in which he arranged special envoys to communicate with Mathieu.

The original plan was that since Mathieu's fleet was too large, the supply pressure was very great.

It is difficult for ordinary imperial worlds to provide them with supplies. At this time, the Church of the Four-Armed God Emperor came to the forefront and expressed its willingness to provide more supplies to the empire as long as the empire could meet some of their conditions.

These conditions were not excessive, just more autonomy and freedom, and the Church of the Four-Armed Emperor was willing to pay for these rights with food, minerals, and resources.

This is a fair deal that benefits both parties.

Chapter 323 The Second Alert Planet Crisis

I never expected that the damn imperial fleet, the damn Mathieu, didn't even listen to the messenger's words. His arrogance was unprecedented!

His fleet did not stop for a moment, and Mathieu did not even disembark from his flagship.

As long as any world does not meet his requirements, he will not listen to any reasons and will directly order the troops armed with flamethrowers to start forcible conscription.

His reasoning was that these planets were not pious enough. And as long as there weren't so many people, there wouldn't be a need to leave so much food and resources to feed the extra population, right?!

The angry Pex finally couldn't bear it anymore and tore up the intelligence in his hand. The arrogance of the empire was beyond his imagination, and his last effort for peace failed.

The bishops in front of him were so frightened that they dared not say a word. Normally, Bishop Pex had a mild temper and was very approachable, but once he got angry, no one in the church could stand it.

Mathieu's attitude left Pex with no choice. The right to survive was never given by others, nor could it be achieved at the mercy of the empire. The right to survive can only be obtained through struggle.

"Prepare a battle plan and inform the brothers and sisters in the church that the uprising will begin in ten days." Pex suppressed his anger and gave the order calmly with determination.

Then, Pex completed the meeting as efficiently as possible and assigned work to each bishop. Several plans had been made in advance and were just being put into action.

Although most members of the Four Walls Divine Emperor Church come from the lower classes and have limited education, their organizational structure is still more efficient than the bloated Human Empire.

After arranging the battle deployment, Pex sent away almost all the bishops, leaving only one bishop wearing a black robe.

"I want to speak to Mr. Talker," Pex said to the bishop.

The bishop lowered the hood on his head. The appearance of this Genestealer had been completely transformed. Apart from his movements, he looked like a Tyranid bug, instead of retaining the bald head like other church brothers.

Such an alienated gene stealer certainly possesses stronger power, especially in psychic power. He can complete psychic communications throughout the entire planet and plays a vital role in the communication and integration of the entire church.

"Respected Dean Pex, it's so late, do you have any advice for me?" Cornwall's lazy voice appeared in Pex's mind.

"We plan to launch an uprising and seize control of the Nakmond Corridor. Of course, this includes hundreds of star systems including the Vigilant Star."

The tone of Pecks' statement made Cornwall uncomfortable; Pecks' words sounded more like an announcement than a solicitation for the allies' opinions.

"Respected Headmaster, I don't think this is a suitable time. You should accumulate strength."

"The accumulated power must be used at the critical moment, otherwise what's the point of accumulating it?" Pex still had that indifferent attitude.

"We are allies. I think you should ask for our opinions. Otherwise, how can we cooperate with you? Besides, what are a hundred star systems? Do you want to control the entire corridor with such a small number?" Cornwall replied angrily.

“Of course it’s not enough, but among these one hundred galaxies, there are a large number of core galaxies that Mathieu’s fleet must pass through.

This includes the Sentinel Stars beneath our feet. If Mathieu wants to go to the dark side of the empire through the Nachmond Corridor, he must face these star systems and occupy them. "

Pex knew how powerful the Imperial fleet he would be facing was, and how much power Mathieu would have in his hands. Mathieu had two legions of Primaris Space Marines, which were stronger than ordinary Space Marines!

Yes, two legions! Guilliman reorganized the Space Marines from chapters to legions. In addition to the Primaris Space Marines, there were more than a dozen main legions of the Astra Militarum, five battle sisters of the Sorority, and three hundred Custodes.

There are countless other mortal auxiliary troops.

Even if ground troops are not deployed, the extinction orders, virus bombs, cyclone torpedoes, and atmospheric incineration bombs carried by tens of thousands of main ships are enough to destroy a hundred planetary worlds.

So it's no wonder Cornwall looked down on Pex and his gang. How could these traitors and their Four-Armed God Emperor Church dare to confront the most violent force in the human empire?

Is it just out of courage?

This behavior is not in line with Cornwall's logical thinking because it is too stupid!

"You want to use your flesh and blood to block the Empire's artillery fire? What's your reason?" Cornwall asked, resisting the urge to get angry.

"I don't have to explain the reason to you, but because of the Lord's command. In order to cooperate better with you, I will answer your questions."

"You should also know what Mathieu has done along the way. This is a cruel and dark universe. People and races who dare not fight do not deserve to live."

As he spoke, Pex showed Cornwall how many worlds the Church had lurked in that were destroyed by Mathieu for no reason.

"Since dialogue cannot buy respect, we can only fight for it with weapons and fangs. We will fight the Empire's fleets in space, we will fight the Empire's troops on the planets, we will fight them in the wilderness, in the ruins, in the rivers, and in the mines underground."

"Perhaps, our brothers and sisters will shed their blood again and again, but the Empire won't have an easy time either. We will make them suffer severe losses and slow down their progress."

"When they are at their wits' end, Mathieu will finally put aside his arrogance and respect our demands."

After Pecks finished speaking, Cornwall was silent. He understood the determination of Pecks and his so-called Four-Armed Emperor Church. He also knew how many people would die as a result of this decision.

After thinking for a minute, Cornwall replied, "This will affect our plans. Mathieu, that fanatical lunatic, will not give up so easily. Since I can't convince you, the help we can provide will be limited."

"In the entire Nachmond Corridor, we will act according to the sphere of influence we have previously demarcated. Although the Empire is our common enemy, once you cross the line, we will also regard it as a hostile act."

"No problem, we will abide by the agreement." Pex responded immediately, "It's just... the probability of you betraying and hostile acts first is much higher than ours."

"Hmph!" Cornwall hung up the psychic communication without saying anything more.

Chapter 324: Escaping from the Tiger's Mouth and Entering the Wolf's Den

In Cornwall's luxurious room, Cornwall, who was sleeping in a silk quilt, stood up reluctantly. He began to contact his subordinates in his own way and make corresponding arrangements.

It can be expected that chaos will sweep across the entire Nachmond Corridor, and there will be many power vacuums at that time.

Things like spheres of influence, the spheres of influence drawn on the map, are all false. They are only real when they are in your own hands.

According to the original plan, Cornwall only wanted to use Pex and others. After their actions attracted the attention of the Empire, he would find a way to introduce the power of chaos into the Nackmond Corridor.

The geographical environment of the Nak'mond Corridor is very special. The large amount of black stone buried here is the key to restraining the warp, which makes it impossible for the great rift to penetrate here, making it difficult for the power of chaos to penetrate deeply.