I am a green-skinned master

But later, a great plague struck the greenskins, killing all the wise boys, and no new wise boys were born.

These things are just legends. No one knows whether they are true or not, and no one knows whether the existence of the wise boy is just a rumor.

Most humans, greenskins, and elves don't believe it.

Cheng Mingrui, who traveled through time, may be the one who believes this legend the most. Combined with the fact that the greenskins are in the process of degeneration, there are so many greenskins in the galaxy now, but there is not even a single original-level greenskin boss...

I always feel like there is some conspiracy hidden in history. No! No! If I keep thinking about it, I'll need to grow another brain!

There are real gods in the Warhammer 40k universe. I know too much forbidden knowledge, and if I am not careful, I might be caught by some god of the Warp.

"Brother Gao, please bless me, Brother Mao, please bless me, I am a good and down-to-earth orc... Please bless me, and I will build a big statue for you, a beautiful golden body." Cheng Mingrui prayed in his heart with lingering fear.

Suddenly, an inexplicable concept popped into his mind, "You said it! We heard it!"

This sudden change made Cheng Mingrui dumbfounded. He was just saying the common Chinese sayings, such as "Buddha bless you" and so on. Who would have thought that Bodhisattva could really speak!

The concept is becoming blurred, as if memory fades with time. After a while, it seems that everything just now was an illusion and did not exist.

In order to catch the tail of memory, Cheng Mingrui used magnetism to carve a passage on the steel of the machine tool.

"Main task: immediately erect a statue for Brother Gao Mao. Make it golden. The bigger, the better. The more beautiful, the better. The waaaghier, the better!"

Half a minute later, Cheng Mingrui looked at the words on the steel plate and fell into deep thought. What had just happened? Why were there Chinese characters written on his machine tool?

Chapter 32 Flirting

What's going on? Am I schizophrenic? Cheng Mingrui, who had lost some of his memory, couldn't help but wonder.

However, I am probably the only one in this universe who can write Chinese characters, and I also use the main mission as a key mark, so this news must be very important.

The Warhammer 40k universe is different from the original Blue Planet. You cannot disrespect ghosts and gods. What’s worse is that you can’t get rid of them even if you want to.

The most dangerous thing about traveling through the 40k universe is probably that the forbidden knowledge in your mind is targeted by evil gods, and your soul is captured for research.

After putting down the research work at hand and making the final experimental notes, Cheng Mingrui gathered his men and prepared to erect a statue for Mao Erge.

On Oronia III, in the luxurious planetary governor's palace, an aristocratic ball was being held in the spacious and bright hall.

Wonderful music surrounds your ears, exquisite high-end ingredients are cooked by the most senior chefs, placed on exquisite plates, and casually placed on the table nearby.

The nobles dressed in expensive clothes either gathered at the edge of the dance floor to chat and exchange feelings, or held hands and waists in the center of the dance floor to further exchange feelings.

Pex sat alone in a small corner. On his terminal was a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Military Affairs, which stated in a fluent manner that for the Empire and for the Emperor, he was officially appointed as the Supreme Commander of the Oronia System.

The actual content is that the empire is now very stretched in terms of military strength, and he can only rely on himself and use the local forces of the Oronia system to build a defense.

As long as he can be loyal to the empire, he will not be held accountable for the loss caused by his command error that led to the sinking of the Glorious Knight.

What a speech that emphasizes both promotion and suppression. If Pex still has the thinking of an ordinary human being, he would definitely be dissatisfied with the Military Affairs Department if he was treated like this after going through life and death.

Now Pex is concerned about the information attached to the appointment letter. In view of the approach of the Tyranid Swarm Tentacle Fleet, there may be many Imperial warships jumping to the Oronian system for supplies, and it is not ruled out that the Oronian system may become a warring system in one or two hundred years.

Perhaps thinking that Pex's mission was indeed difficult, the Military Affairs Department prepared to send a smaller group of officers to support the Oronia system, led by Political Commissar Kester. Accompanying them was a team of priests of the Mechanicus, who brought with them precious industrial chain modules.

The document asked Pex and the planetary governor to prepare for the reception and cooperate with each other within a hundred years to quickly transform the Euronia system into a forge system to produce powerful war machines and bring the Emperor's wrath to the enemies of mankind.

The Hive Tentacle Fleet and Political Commissar Kester are key information, and Pex needs to plan carefully.

"Isn't this our galaxy commander? Why are you drinking here alone? Are you dissatisfied with the celebratory ball I hosted?" Governor Cornwall walked over with a young and beautiful woman.

"Of course not, Your Excellency Governor. The ball you hosted was grand and elegant, and all the guests were famous nobles. It's just... I'm flattered that you spent money to host a ball of this scale just because of my letter of commission." Pex stood up immediately and tilted his head slightly forward modestly.

"No, no, no, Commander Pex is too polite and simple. Coming from a big family like you, you deserve a grand occasion and a majestic style. Besides, being the supreme commander of the galaxy is no small matter. Celebrate, we must celebrate." From his words, actions and demeanor, Cornwall was obviously a little tipsy.

Pex frowned, but hid it well. "Your Excellency Governor, I have been in Oronia III for three months, but the expeditionary force to destroy the greenskins has not yet set out..."

"You are just too serious." Cornwall interrupted Pex. "Since arriving on Euronia III, you have been working without a break. Even though the threat of the green monsters is great, it takes time to train the army and produce weapons."

"Time is not on our side..."

"Okay, okay. This is Cuibis, my distant niece. You don't have a dance partner, so you can have a good communication and enjoy the night." After pushing the beautiful woman behind him forward, Cornwall made an excuse to leave.

Humans are so arrogant! So lazy! They don't learn from their mistakes! Thinking that his story only made these human nobles nervous for a few days, Pex became even angrier.

Every day they delay, the green monsters become more numerous and stronger!

"Mr. Pecks, nice to meet you." The blonde Cuibis has a pair of captivating eyes, and her affectionate gaze seems to be able to pull out silk threads. She is young and beautiful, and her beauty is the best in the entire ball.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady." Pex responded to Cuibis with a gentle smile, bowed slightly, raised her slender hand like a gentleman, and pecked the back of her hand lightly with his lips.

Cuibis' smile became even more charming and attractive, "It will definitely be a wonderful night to meet Mr. Pex."

She believed that with her charm, she could capture most men in such occasions. A galaxy commander with a promising future, who came from a noble family, was a good target.

After sniffing, Pex could clearly smell the scent of hormones. Reproduction is indeed very important for a race.

He slowly raised the glass that was half filled with red wine. Through the red wine, Pex could see Cuibis and the bright starry sky behind her.

There was only one moon above the starry sky, which was now covered by dark clouds. These dark clouds stretched down from the starry sky like the tentacles of the Zerg fleet, overlooking the creatures on Oronia III.

In order for the Hive Mind to get the biomass it wants, it is necessary to expand the Cult and light up psionic beacons for the Zerg fleets.

Pex drank the red wine, put down the glass, and hugged the beauty in front of him with his right hand. Cuibis was wearing a backless dress, and Pex's hands could wander on her smooth marble back.

The two looked at each other for a second and then kissed each other. The undrinkable red wine flowed from their lips, flowing along Cuibisi's milky white skin, over her neck, collarbone, along the curve of her chest, and slid to her lower abdomen.

For the sake of the Great Devourer, the green-skinned monsters must be eliminated, and stupid humans are all resources that can be exploited.

The officers sent by the Military Affairs Department are a bit troublesome. Judging from the wisdom instilled in them by the Mother Nest, there are some special groups among humans who are extremely difficult to defeat and eliminate, and it will cost a huge price to eliminate them.

The political commissar is one of these special groups and should be given high attention.

Chapter 33 As long as you believe, you can

It is said that the green-skinned orcs are a happy race, but why does Cheng Mingrui feel like he is always troubled?

The main task of building the statue of Gao Mao Erge is the most urgent. The work is relatively simple. The frame has been built, and two huge orc heads are placed on the top of the frame. It is just that it is more troublesome to build a golden body. No gold mines have been found on this broken rocky planet yet!

If you don't complete the task with guaranteed quality and quantity, Brother Gomao will really come down and beat you up.

It's not just the problem of the gold body, there are not enough drills and mines. So far, the boys have found a metal mine, but the reserves can only be used to equip the new boys, not enough to build warships and armor.

The ultimate reason is that the population is small, production capacity is insufficient, and there are not enough labor and technical personnel.

In the mushroom field, a large number of Fart Spirits, Orcs, and Squiggs are born every day, and the output is also increasing, but the growth rate does not satisfy Cheng Mingrui.

The green-skinned beastmen were growing fast, but the human stock was large. Cheng Mingrui clearly remembered that this was a human galaxy, and the population on that habitable planet was at least in the hundreds of millions.

If humans come out in full force, they can drown the green-skinned orcs.

In the distance, a group of orc boys and a group of fart spirits were fighting with each other, and the unlucky guys kept having their teeth broken.

The new green monsters and the old green monsters don't seem to get along well. This kind of group fights are going on every day. It seems violent, but the green monsters enjoy it.

Of course, according to the rules set by the boss Cheng Mingrui, the loser would have to work in the mine, which is why they fought more devotedly.

These worries about the future seemed to be just Cheng Mingrui's troubles and did not interfere with the happy lives of the green monsters at all.

In addition to group fights, there are also car races, as the orcs prefer higher and faster speeds. This leads to car accidents happening every day, and in order to ask the technical guys to repair their equipment, the car racers have never grown all their teeth.

Da da da, the sound of gunfire rang out.

Behind Cheng Mingrui were the boys who loved to shoot. Their competition method was different from what one might imagine. It was not about who could shoot more accurately, but about who had a bigger gun and fired faster bullets!

Because in the concept of the greenskins, as long as the number is large, they will definitely win.

A group of yellow-clothed gun-shooting guys lost, complaining that it was not their own faults, but their guns. They walked dejectedly towards the fart-eating supervisors, took tools from them and prepared to go down to the mine.

Being a kid is really good and fun, but being a boss, especially a worrying boss, is too hard.

Ding Dong! Brother Mao seemed to favor Cheng Mingrui again. He had an idea in his mind. If there was not enough labor, the labor level of the labor force could be improved!

Isn’t this what books often talk about liberating and developing productivity?

The technical guys have good eyesight and are very accurate when shooting with a gun. The gun boys are also good at shooting with a gun, and as long as they shoot more, they can also be very accurate.

Since both the Tu Tu Boy and the Tech Boy are good at shooting, the Tu Tu Boy is the Tech Boy!

Cheng Mingrui stood up and walked towards the group of guys in yellow clothes. As usual, he started to beat up the group of bald guys and dazed them first.

"Boss, what are you going to do? We're not cheating, why are you hitting us?" The boys in yellow said aggrievedly.

"Well, I just haven't done it for a long time, and I'm a little itchy because I want to take pictures..." Cheng Mingrui shook his hands with a guilty conscience. "Do you feel that the shovel, pickaxe, and cart in your hands are not comfortable to use?"

The yellow-clothed boys looked at each other, as if they had found a kindred spirit. "Yes, Boss. It's very uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable holding it. Boss, you still understand us."

“I think a shovel is fine…”

"Shut up! I want to take the big gun more! If you say anything more, I'll shoot you."

"I want a big bang! Anything that can be carried on a shoulder or loaded with shells will do."

"Boss... do we not need to go down to the mines anymore?"

The boys started arguing with each other.

A shovel was sucked up by the magnetic coil. The strong magnetic field softened the shovel and reshaped it into mechanical tools and materials such as wrenches, gears, and screws.

Then these mechanical-related things were put into the hands of the Tu Tu boys.

"Do you feel that these things are more handy, and inspiration keeps pouring out of your mind just by holding them, and you want to create something?"

The guys looked at each other awkwardly, and one of them hit the other on the head with a wrench, and the two guys started fighting in an instant.

All the boys seemed to understand the use of the tools in their hands. It turned out that wrenches, pliers, etc. were used to hit the head.

Fortunately, Cheng Mingrui was quick to suck all the tools onto the magnetic coil, otherwise these guys would definitely have started fighting.

The orc boys are too naive. Cheng Mingrui is a little tired...

"Okay... let's try another method." Two screws, one big and one small, were bound by magnetism and floated in front of the boys.

"Tell me which one is bigger and which one is smaller."

The boys pointed at the big one, then the small one, in confusion, "This one is big, this one is small."

Then Cheng Mingrui took out two more nuts and continued to ask which one was bigger and which one was smaller.

The boys were not stupid, of course they understood it and got the answer right this time.

"Very good, you screw these two nuts, one big and one small, together with the screw." After Cheng Mingrui finished speaking, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Sure enough, most of the boys completed Cheng Mingrui's requirements.

"Clap, clap, clap, congratulations. You have now completed your first work. Now you are outstanding mechanical boys and can face more difficult tasks." Cheng Mingrui said while applauding.

The boys were bewildered and looked at Cheng Mingrui with their mouths open.

The magnetic coil worked again, and dozens of parts were molded. Then Cheng Mingrui's hands began to pick up the parts and assemble them in a dazzled manner.

Parts of all sizes were transformed into the gun body, buttstock, barrel, and magazine, and were finally assembled into a domineering green gun.

When they saw the big gun, all the Tu Tu boys were stunned! The green-skinned orcs love the things they like more than their own lives.

Cheng Mingrui swung the gun back and forth and said evilly, "Do you like it? Do you want it?"

Seeing the boy's eyes following his swinging gun, Cheng Mingrui felt that his conspiracy had succeeded.

"You see, it's very easy to make a big gun like this. You can also make it easily like me. I have the blueprints and materials here. You can try to make it."

"But... I think it's very difficult." A boy interrupted.

The gun-shooting boy was led up by Cheng Mingrui, who covered his mouth with his hand and said in the most inciteful tone: "No, you can do it, as long as you believe you can do it. Don't you want to have a cool big gun made by yourself?"

Chapter 34 Maoge Oracle

Fooling is a science, and Cheng Mingrui feels that he is getting better and better at fooling those green-skinned guys.

The gun boys gradually believed that their talent was technical skills, but because they were addicted to shooting, they forgot their previous manufacturing talents.

They actually prefer to make big guns and complex machines. They just need to remember the corresponding knowledge, just think, think, and think again.

The Tu Tu boys will also think about it for the sake of their own bigger, waaaghier, more fierce guns.

Of course, Cheng Mingrui is not fooling people. The green-skinned orcs themselves have very high potential. Almost every orc boss whose notoriety spreads throughout the galaxy grew up from the most ordinary orc boy.

It all depends on thinking and self-confidence. Brother Mao treats every greenskin equally.

Or the most powerful and legendary boss of the Orcs, Bonebreaker. He was born as an ordinary chopping boy of the Goff clan. In a battle, half of his head was smashed by a Space Marine.

After performing an extremely horrific and bloody operation, the mad doctor repaired his brain and used half a piece of iron as a skull.