I am a green-skinned master

Why didn't the orcs launch an attack? Not only the soldiers of the expeditionary force, but also Pex on the Guardian were puzzled.

Could it be that after so many consecutive attacks, the orcs were hurt? Did they dare not attack anymore?

This was what Pex's staff suggested. He even suggested that this was a good time for a large-scale landing. While the orcs' forces were damaged, they could find the orcs' underground fortress and strike hard at it!

The glory of the expeditionary army is before our eyes! Victory is just around the corner!

Pex silently glanced at the staff officer and swallowed the curse in his throat. The Oronia galaxy has been peaceful for too long, and even the staff officers who graduated from military academies are of this level?

"Wait a little longer. War is not a joke. Soldiers' lives are precious and cannot be risked lightly."

At the military meeting, Pecks set the tone for the next battle. Although some staff officers did not object on the surface, they were still somewhat dissatisfied in their hearts, thinking that Pecks was too cautious and missed the opportunity to fight.

On the third night, when it was darkest and everyone was most tired, the accident happened as expected.

The sturdy fortifications suddenly collapsed, and the entire high slope base tilted several degrees. Before the human expeditionary force could react, a large number of orc boys rushed out from the underground tunnels.

All the human defenders were killed by surprise. They never expected the orcs to use a trick, so they didn't pay attention to the underground!

The first thing to fall was the landing platform. The demolition boys immediately used the multiple rocket launchers in their hands to blow up all the spacecraft parked on the landing platform.

The BBQ boy's fire dragon set the entire base on fire, making the night as bright as day.

Various Chop-Chop Boys and Squig War Beasts flowed to every corner of the base like water, killing all the enemies they found.

The battle was over from the moment the raid began, as the unprepared human army could not resist the orcs' brutality.

When Pex was awakened by the military intelligence, he was still asleep. After receiving the urgent military intelligence, he had to hold a military meeting in his pajamas.

The conference table was filled with dishevelled staff and officers, and the screen in the middle of the table showed the attack process captured by the reconnaissance satellite.

The orcs' sneak attack was brutal, sudden, and long-planned. It took only about twenty minutes from the start of the battle to cleaning up the battlefield and returning to the tunnel.

Everything is so disciplined and clean.

"I...I apologize for what I said before, Commander. I was too irrational. I can't imagine how much damage it would cause to the expeditionary force if you had listened to my advice." The staff officer who had suggested launching a large-scale landing stood up in shame and apologized to Pecks.

Pex crossed his hands and placed them under his nose, making it impossible to see his mouth and expression. He did not speak, but just kept this posture and thought.

The orcs' fighting style has changed... The hive consciousness did not leave Pex with any experience in how to deal with it. He only left a warning that once the orcs' style changed significantly, the best thing to do was to retreat and then fight again after understanding the reason.

This is the countermeasure summarized by a certain Zerg fleet after it fought with the Orc fleet and was defeated by the Orc fleet's tactics.

At this time, Pex's private communication channel rang. In the military meeting, there was only one person in this galaxy who could call in.

Signaling the officers to discuss the matter among themselves first, Pex walked to a secluded place and connected the communication.

"Pex, it's me." Cornwall's voice came from the other end of the communicator, "The last batch of supply ships has already set off, but I think you need to end the battle on Oronia IV as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if you can't eliminate the green orcs for the time being."

"..." Pex remained silent. He knew that Cornwall, the old fox, must have new plans, which is why he said that.

"The support sent by the Military Affairs Department will arrive in about a month. Not only will they be led by Commissar Keister, but they will also be accompanied by a 20 million-strong Astra Militarum Corps. It's a new corps, formed based on the Cadian Corps."

"The first batch of troops came with the political commissar, with a size of about two million. Later, there may be an Astartes Space Marine Chapter coming to Oronia..."

"Uncle...what happened?" The information brought by Cornwall made Pex, who never showed his emotions, open his mouth in surprise.

"I don't know either..." Cornwall's voice was filled with panic. "Everything is different from what we expected. Logically speaking, even if Oroniya IV will face a large-scale war, it will be two hundred years later."

"What has changed? Is there some information we don't know? Or are we just too unlucky..." Pex's voice also trembled.

Once the regular Astra Militarum Chapter and Space Marines come to the Oronia system, the system will no longer be controlled by the two of them.

Chapter 54 Let the gears of fate start turning

"Well, it's hard for me to answer your question, Pex. You'd better come back as soon as possible, we need to discuss it in person." After saying that, Cornwall hung up the phone.

For Cornwall, his dream of becoming a local tyrant was coming to an end, and for Pecks, things were not going to go well for any of his plans.

Pex did not return to the military meeting immediately. Instead, he walked to a window and looked down at the dead and desolate Oronia IV through the window.

It's a pity that humans may never have the chance to conquer this planet again. In the future, tens or hundreds of billions of green-skinned monsters may be born here, and they will be trouble for everyone.

Commissar Kester was on the flagship of an Imperial Navy fleet. This fleet, consisting of a battleship, four cruisers, twenty destroyers, several frigates and transport ships, was a force that could not be ignored in the universe.

If they were facing an ordinary indigenous civilization, this fleet plus the two million interstellar troops in it would be enough to easily exterminate the ordinary indigenous civilization.

But using this fleet to fight against the Great Devourer's Zerg fleet can only be said to be doing one's best and being loyal to the Empire.

The Military Affairs Department also didn't understand why the tactical simulation had such a large error.

How could a Zerg Leviathan fleet that was fighting with the Orc galaxy suddenly turn around, abandon the Orc galaxy in front of it and not attack it, but instead head towards an inconspicuous place like Oronia?

Before the Zerg fleet arrived, Political Commissar Kester was urgently promoted. He was no longer an assistant to the galaxy governor and galaxy commander, but entered the command circle and became one of the decision makers.

When the Alien Slayers (an original chapter I created), one of the successor chapters of the Dark Angels Chapter, arrive in Oronia, the Chapter Master of the Space Marines and the command structure composed of three of them will be the highest command body in the nearby star sector.

There is only one purpose for doing so much, which is to resist the Zerg fleet from entering the swarm as much as possible and buy time for the support of the Empire's main fleet.

Sure enough, emergency promotion is definitely not a good thing! After graduating from Zhongsi College and fighting in the war for so many years, this is the first thing Kester realized.

The mortal Keist certainly didn't know that in the illusory higher dimensions, a blue tentacle seemed to be caressing vast tracts of star fields, and countless threads of destinies were touched, bounced, and woven.

It takes time to weave a conspiracy, and so does it take time to let the conspiracy ferment.

In a mysterious corner of the universe, in a pure white room.

"The Orks are the pinnacle of creation. For them, the struggle for survival has been won. They have evolved a society free of stress and anxiety. Who are we, the failed Eldar, or the soon-to-be-failed Humans, to judge them?

Why did we fail? Because we sought answers, and the orcs didn't bother to ask questions! We saw a powerful civilization, but despised its barbarity. "

“Maybe it’s different from others, but this is how I perceive orcs, a race that most of us disdainfully call barbarians.

So what brings the respected prophet to my humble home?" the male Eldar poet asked the female Eldar prophet in front of him.

After asking, the Eldar poet stood up slightly and poured a cup of tea for the prophet in front of him. "Just to get some information about the orcs? I think the archives of the Ark have more detailed information."

The Eldar prophet slowly took off his mask. Under this terrifying mask was a beautiful and childish face. From the perspective of human aesthetics, almost all Eldar members are handsome men and beautiful women, and this prophet was also an extremely beautiful being among the Eldar.

"When I was meditating, I felt the thread of fate..." Osuvis sat solemnly, his bright eyes full of anxiety, "I seemed to see the future. I saw something immersed in a huge incubator. I also saw large groups of orcs fighting endless enemies..."

Osuvis was silent for a moment. "These orcs are different from what is recorded. They are more savage, more orderly, more brutal... and bigger. Yes, bigger. In all our records, there is no record of such huge orcs, and there are so many!"

"I have a feeling something's going to happen! Something important!"

The Eldar poet Pakpan took out a book, a collection of poems, and while listening to Osuvis's story, he flipped through the book and read the beautiful verses on it.

Ten minutes later, Osuvis told Parker Pan in detail what happened before his meditation, what happened during his meditation, and what he saw during his meditation.

"Is there anything missing?" Parker Penn asked, turning a page of poetry.

After carefully checking it in her memory again, Osuvis nodded, "I'm sure there is nothing missing."

"Why don't you ask your mentor? Instead, you found me, a poet." Parker Pan still had that casual attitude.

"Teacher Suvina said...that my practice is not enough. Those troublesome things are just a possibility I saw. They will not have much impact on the future." Osuvis felt aggrieved. The frown on her face did not look like a prophet, but like an ordinary little girl.

"I know what Teacher Suvina said is right. The galaxy is in its most turbulent era, and there are too many complicated threads of fate. The prophets are all working hard for the future of our Eldar race, and to find the most correct thread for the continuation of our race."

Osuvis clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said as if he was very distressed: "I know that I am very willful. However, prophecy and prophecy are my path. I strongly feel that this thread has the answer I am always looking for, and it is related to the answer to the future of my people."

"Pang" is the sound of a book closing, and it is very crisp.

"It's related to the future of our people?" Pakpan's sharp eyes stared directly at the young prophet in front of him, making the prophet shyly look away.

"Many prophets have said similar things. They led their followers through the Webway and fought against all kinds of enemies in various corners of the universe." Parker Pan made a helpless expression.

"To be honest, no one can verify whether their predictions and actions are correct. Fate is inherently strange and unpredictable."

"All I know is that they took away many of their people, and caused the deaths of many of them, sometimes including themselves." Parkpan's voice turned serious.

"I am tired of this. Ever since our race fell and created our greatest enemy, we have failed. Since then, all that everyone has done is just a way for our race to survive."

"A failed race that is unwilling to end is as ridiculous as a clown performing in a stage play." After saying this, Parker Pan turned around and faced Osuvis.

Chapter 55 The former overlord

"Master Parkpan..." Osuvis stood up and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't utter a word. She knew that her words were rather childish and it would be difficult to impress the master with these words.

When talking about the Eldar, this ancient and powerful race, one cannot avoid mentioning the War in Heaven, a doomsday war that occurred tens of millions of years ago and lasted for millions of years.

On one side of the war were the Necrons and the C'tan, on the other were the Old Ones and the psychic races they supported, including the Orks and the Eldar.

There is no need to introduce the orcs. The Eldar have powerful psychic talents, high physical strength, and nerve reaction speed is as fast as the speed of light.

Compared with the two races, except that the Eldar are inferior to the Orcs in terms of numbers, an ordinary Eldar warrior can easily crush an ordinary Orc boy.

In an age when the fighting power of all races has shrunk significantly, the fighting power of an ordinary Eldar warrior is no less than that of an elite human Astartes warrior.

After the War in Heaven, the Ancients disappeared. Perhaps they became extinct, or perhaps they escaped and hid. In any case, the once most powerful race in the universe no longer appeared in the vision of many lives in the galaxy.

The Eldar inherited many of the legacies of the Old Ones, including the Webway that spans the galaxy.

The simple word "Webway" is something that even the emperor of mankind covets. It is one of the highest masterpieces of the ancient technology. It is called a channel, but in fact it is essentially a high-dimensional world. The Webway is huge and complex, where the Eldar live and secrets are buried.

The efficiency and safety of faster-than-light travel through the Webway far exceeds that of the Warp. The Eldar can rely on the Webway to appear in every corner of the galaxy at any time, so after the disappearance of the Ancients, the Eldar began to rise.

In the later stages of the War in Heaven, the C'tan, the main rivals of the Ancients, were also backstabbed by the Necrons.

The defeat of the C'tan by backstab came at a cost, with the Necrons themselves suffering heavy losses.

Under such circumstances, the Necrons had no confidence of defeating the Eldar in the battle for supremacy, so they chose to find countless barren planets in the galaxy and transform them into tomb worlds, and the entire race fell into a deep sleep.

Because the Necrons' time sorcerers predicted that in the future, the Eldar themselves would be destroyed, and there was no need to fight them to the death now.

After the Necrons fell into sleep, the Eldar became the overlords of the galaxy. The invincible Eldar created many huge planet-like Craft Worlds to use as transport ships.

They arrogantly indulge in carnal desires and pleasures, constantly using their intense emotions to stimulate the subspace that has become even more unstable due to the tragic War in Heaven.

Thus, the fourth evil god Slaanesh was born. Slaanesh almost devoured all the gods of the Eldar, and established a soul connection with almost all the Eldar, constantly and slowly sucking the souls of the Eldar.

Some Eldar survived, and those huge transport ship arks became the home of these surviving Eldar. These Eldar were later called Ark Eldar.

Because of their close connection with Slaanesh, the Eldar dare not even call out Slaanesh's name directly, otherwise their souls will be devoured. They can only use more ambiguous names such as Archenemy, That One, etc. instead.

The need to free all the Eldar from Slaanesh's sucking of their souls and liberate the entire race is the highest demand of most of the surviving Eldar.

This is why the prophet Osuvis is so persistent, she really thinks that in her prophecy, she sees a hopeful future for the Eldar, and this future is worth all the price she has to pay to fight for it.

"I will recruit my own followers in the Ark. If this is my path, I will persevere..." Osuvis was silent for a moment, "even if I will die on the path."

"You are only 300 years old...", Pakpan did not turn around, but his tone was full of pity.

Osuvis became more determined. "I am already three hundred years old. The Ark has protected my growth and allowed me to experience many beautiful things. The beauty we created should not be extinct with us. I think there is still hope for the Eldar. For the continuation of the race, I am willing to exchange my life for that glimmer of possibility."

Puck Pan, who turned his back, trembled slightly. Yes, the Eldar are a race with a long history, and there are many beautiful things in their culture.

The Eldar are arrogant, but their technological, artistic and cultural achievements are also very advanced. This is an advanced hegemonic civilization.

"Yes, there are still many beautiful things among us..." Parker Pan glanced down at the poetry collection on the table...

"Our music, our dance, our poetry, our architecture. Because our bodies are more sensitive, we have a deeper emotional experience than any other race in the galaxy today."

"For example, humans have a perception of pain, love, and beauty of one, but we have at least ten. I admit that our race is a little arrogant in the eyes of others, but we have the capital to be arrogant!

The heights reached by our experience, our aesthetics, and our art are beyond the reach of other races, and this beauty should be passed on..."

After saying this, Pak Pan turned around and looked at the young prophet with soft eyes.

"It is difficult to find the thread of fate. Your motives touched me. I think our prophet also needs protection."

"I...I don't know how to express my gratitude to you...Master Parkpan..." Osuvis was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Prophet, you still need to grow up and become more mature. I am an old man who has walked many paths, a poet obsessed with art, a master... that is just a respectful title given to me by others. I think I have not yet reached the level of a master."

After Pakpan finished speaking, he no longer looked at Osuvis, who was so excited that she was about to cry. He opened the white cabinet beside him and took out a set of clothes, a set of clothes that he wore when he was still following the way of the samurai.

War wizard Pakpan, an ancient name.

It takes time to organize a guard team. Although the Ark is large and has many capable people, not many people are willing to follow such a young prophet.

It takes time to train and guide this young prophet. I didn't expect that at my age, I would still have to accompany a young man on adventures.

Thinking of this, Parker Pan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

On the Canaan Tel Ark, a small but very elite Eldar fleet is being formed.

This matter is too trivial. Not only do other races not care about it, but the Eldar themselves don't care either. There are too many prophets who left the Ark in order to grasp the thread of fate.

How many of them will be recorded in history, how many will remain unknown, and how many will fall into the sea of ​​​​stars? Who can tell?

Different from other races who are full of hatred and resentment, orcs are always happy. They sit on their big digs carefree, eating mushrooms and singing songs.

Cheng Mingrui, who was operating the steering in the front, was also very happy. He was becoming more and more integrated into the greenskins' lifestyle.