I am a green-skinned master

"It would be great if there were no such abominable aliens. This place would still belong to the Empire, and the people of the Empire could live here peacefully for hundreds of years."

After seeing the scenery of Oronia III, the usually serious and cold Political Commissar Keister couldn't help but express his feelings.

"So, we should clear out the aliens above as soon as possible, prepare for the future, and protect her." Pex's voice was still calm and composed.

Kester didn't respond, he looked at Pex deeply.

During the two days the two men spent together, Kester admired Pex's passion for destroying the green-skinned orcs, his unique military insights, and his strict personal self-discipline very much as this galaxy commander.

It is easy to see that Governor Cornwall has only one important reason for working so hard: not to be held accountable.

Pex's suggestions are all based on the perspective of completely eradicating the greenskins, without caring about the cost at all.

This kind of awareness is very good!

However, Kester always felt something was strange and he was still on guard against Pex.

Even though he secretly collected Pex's blood tissue under the pretext of a physical examination and gave it to the military doctor on the ship for testing, no problems were detected.

There was nothing wrong with Pex. He was still healthy and had no ailments. He seemed to be in better health than those who had just undergone life-extending surgery.

"Mr. Political Commissar, the situation on Oronia III is very bad right now. A wave of orcs is heading towards Capello. Fortunately, the large-scale battle is only in the suburbs. There is still time for everything."

While Kester was thinking, Pex had already walked forward and started sliding back and forth on the virtual projected map.

"The right wing continent is beyond saving. I suggest abandoning it all. Conduct orbital bombardment with Pioneer City as the center to block the greenskins on the right wing."

"The core point of the left wing's defense is still Capello. However, I do not recommend sending all of the Astra Militarum into this large city with a population of tens of millions. It is not cost-effective to use two million Astra Militarum troops to fight a war of attrition with the green-skinned orcs."

"Each Astra Militarum soldier is an elite. It takes a lot of time to cultivate and train them, but the greenskins don't need that. They grow out of the ground. If it turns into a war of attrition, it will be very disadvantageous to us."

Kester began to be attracted by Pex's words, and gradually forgot his doubts and ignored the suspicious points about Pex.

"The greenskins have unique technology, huge numbers, and can wage endless wars without the need for supplies. This is their advantage. Of course, they also have weaknesses. As long as we can flexibly exploit their weaknesses, it is not difficult to defeat them."

"Their weakness lies in their boss. The stronger the individuals among them, the less they can control their desire to fight. Their boss will definitely appear on the front line. As long as we can concentrate our strength and behead their boss, even the most terrifying green tide will be wiped out."

"It's easier said than done." Kester certainly knew the weaknesses of the greenskins, but was the decapitation tactic so easy to implement? If he could just decapitate them whenever he wanted, all the greenskins' problems would not be a problem.

"I have a plan." Pex's words made Kester's eyes narrow.

“Although the situation in the south is devastating, there are still a large number of people who have survived. It is impossible for the greenskins to kill everyone in such a short time.

Their homes were destroyed, their loved ones were killed, and they all harbored a deep hatred for the greenskins. I can go and unite them and draw their attention from the rear. There is a swamp forest and lake area here, which is conducive to building a base for defense, receiving refugees and training the army. "

At this point, Pex took a deep breath, looked up at Keister and said, "I can lead my expeditionary force to do this. Although I did not defeat the greenskins on Oronia IV, the soldiers of the expeditionary force have received sufficient actual combat training and accumulated valuable experience in fighting the greenskins."

"Even if it's difficult for us to establish a stable base here, there are endless mountains across the lake. The greenskins definitely don't have enough troops to chase us in and clear every mountain in a short period of time."

"Once we attract the greenskins' attention, Your Excellency the Political Commissar can firmly hold Pex at a relatively low cost, and launch a counterattack from the greenskins' flank.

With any luck, we will find the leader of the greenskins in the middle of the war, set a trap, and destroy him completely with orbital bombardment. This green tide will be over."

Kester was very excited about the plan that Pecks told him, and there was more trust in his eyes when he looked at Pecks. Such a loyal imperial officer was truly admirable.

"Your plan is very risky. If the main force of the greenskins is attracted by you, this area is easy to defend but also difficult to retreat. Your entire army will be in danger."

"Isn't that better? If the main force of greenskins arrives, there must be a greenskin boss among the green tide. It will be easier for us to locate him and eliminate him." Pex's tone was without any hesitation.

"If the greenskin boss comes to the front of my position, please do not hesitate and directly launch a destructive orbital bombardment to completely destroy him."

This time, Keister was really moved by Pex's words. Is there really an alien who is willing to sacrifice himself and risk his life to destroy the greenskins? And it is a pity for such a talent to sacrifice here.

"It's feasible according to your plan, but, perhaps we can change a commander, and I can also support you with a few divisions of Astra Militarum."

Kester softened his heart and began to value his talent.

"No, only I can go. I know my troops, and only under my command can they exert their strongest strength. Mr. Political Commissar Kester, there is no time to hesitate. The greenskins are flooding Euronia III, and the people of the empire are dying every second!" Pex became excited. This attitude of sacrificing one's life for justice moved Kester.

There was a great deal of confusion between his brows, and it seemed that there were two little men in Kester's mind fighting against each other.

A little man said, "Let Pex do it. His plan is perfect. No matter what, preventing the green tide from expanding further is the top priority."

Another little man said: "We should still observe him. This Pex is very strange. His behavior is too abnormal. He doesn't care about his own life at all."

After thinking for a minute, Keister finally said under Pecks's anxious gaze: "Okay, Commander Pecks, I wish you a successful start."

Chapter 86 The Apostle Seeking Wisdom

Watching the transport ships break away from the fleet and enter the atmosphere, Kester still couldn't completely let go of Pecks and his troops.

This time he secretly kept a lot of blood samples and body tissue samples from the expeditionary soldiers. Only when all the tests were qualified would he feel at ease.

Kester didn't think he was being too cautious by doing so much. To prevent the aliens from infiltrating, it couldn't be too cautious.

But the situation is urgent now. He needs to focus on the collapse of Oronia III. He must first contain the greenskins and then fight against the Tyranids. Time is very tight.

Otherwise he would never let Pex leave.

While Political Commissar Kester and the Tyranid-infected Pex were scheming against each other, in the northern hemisphere of Oronia III, in a hidden mysterious room in the Planetary Governor's Palace.

Governor Cornwall is alone here, performing a mysterious ceremony.

He took off the planetary governor's gorgeous clothes and put on a simple coat and a tattered gray cloak, like an ascetic in a monastery.

Cornwall first walked to an antique table, which was covered with a variety of materials, including many colorful powders of unidentified materials in transparent glass bottles.

What seemed strange and alien to everyone else was very familiar to Cornwall.

He skillfully picked up the bottle in the middle and various special materials and mixed them in the purple bowl in front of him. It took a long time until Cornwall's forehead was covered with sweat, and then he finished the mixture.

Putting on silk gloves, Cornwall pinched a little powder, and the blue-purple powder fell from his palm into the purple bowl like sand fragments of the Milky Way.

Cornwall nodded slightly, very satisfied with his own preparation.

He walked to the center of the room, where there was a magic circle that seemed real and illusory. It seemed to have existed for a long time, yet it seemed as new as if it had been carved yesterday.

In this era, acquiring knowledge comes at a heavy price, especially if one wants to acquire knowledge that can change one's destiny. Cornwall feels very scared every time he performs the ceremony.

He knew too much, and the knowledge that he shouldn't know was like slippery tentacles that kept pulling him into the abyss.

The current situation in the Oronia system is so dire that Cornwall feels seriously insecure, otherwise he would never hold the ceremony again to seek help from knowledge and wisdom.

Cornwall took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally. He began to walk around the magic circle, sprinkling the powder in the purple bowl under his feet as he walked.

A strange language flowed from his mouth. This language carried a mysterious power that could break through reality and establish contact with some powerful beings in the warp.

The ritual continued until Cornwall had used up all the powder in the purple bowl, and the circle began to glow with a light whose color was difficult to describe, a light that was beyond human understanding and cognition.

Cornwall also felt that he had established contact with some kind of existence through the magic circle. A layer of high-dimensional shadow fell from the ceiling of the room and overlapped with the real world.

Looking upward along the magic circle, I saw a pitch-black floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the inside was as dark as ink.

The originally calm mirror surface began to boil as Cornwall's gaze fell on it. It seemed that a huge object in the darkness was stirring everything.

If Cornwall had not been fully prepared mentally, his gigantic fear would have scared his heart to the point of stopping.

"Apostle of wisdom, I listen to your wishes." The voice coming from the mirror was very gentle and sweet. Cornwall's nervous mood was instantly calmed down.

"Great prophet, you know everything. Your humble apostle once again prays to you for your wisdom." Cornwall knelt down humbly in front of the mirror.

"Of course, of course! I like wisdom, and I like anyone who seeks wisdom.

What kind of knowledge is my apostle seeking this time? Is it the secret history of the human empire, or the intelligence of the empire's enemies, the aliens? "The sweet voice became joyful, as if a child had found a fun toy.

Cornwall seemed unable to hear the joy in the voice. Instead, he became nervous. Instead of making his request, he took out a number of ancient books from the dark corner of the room and placed them in front of the mirror.

"This is some knowledge collected by your humble apostle. Some of the books are very old. They may be lost knowledge and secret history. I am stupid and cannot understand what is on them. However, I think the great prophet may like these."

After saying that, Cornwall lay on the ground, pushed the ancient book in front of the mirror as a sacrifice, and made a kneeling gesture.

A sticky tentacle stretched out from the mirror, gently tapped the book, made a thinking gesture, and then retracted.

"These things are interesting. It seems you put a lot of effort into them. Unfortunately, they are all things I don't need."

These words pierced Cornwall's heart like a needle. Fear spread through his mind like poison. The consequences of not being able to please his master would be terrible.

"I can also offer sacrifices, Master. You will like the flesh and blood and souls of mortals! Although it is very risky to do it now, I can still provide fifty... no! One hundred mortal souls and flesh and blood."

Thinking of the Emperor-class battleship and Commissar Kester on it outside the atmosphere of Oronia III, Cornwall was a little scared, but soon he comforted himself by saying that he was not betraying the Empire but just making a deal.

"No, no, no. Although your suggestion is good, this is not what I need right now." The voice changed from joyful to calm, and then to countless echoes reverberating throughout the room.

"I know what you want. You want to gain the knowledge and power to leave this galaxy, escape to a safe place, continue to be your governor, and continue to live your leisurely and comfortable life.

The mess of the galaxy will be dealt with by others. The life and death of mortals has nothing to do with you. You are a noble, born to rule and enjoy. "

The voice said exactly what Cornwall was thinking, but at this moment the voice stopped, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only sounds were Cornwall's own rapid breathing and the pounding of his heart.

After a long time, when Cornwall was about to ask what the price would be, the voice spoke again.

"It's very simple. Of course I will help you. Moreover, you don't have to pay anything. You have already paid it when you contacted me. Now, come closer..."

Cornwall was terrified, and he dared not go near the mirror, but he was even more afraid of the price he would pay for defying his master, defying that voice.

So, Cornwall stood up on trembling legs and took only one step forward!

A tentacle stretched out from the mirror like lightning and wrapped Cornwall tightly. Only Cornwall's terrified groans remained in the dark room.

Chapter 87 Communication

After the slimy tentacles let go of Cornwall, his expression changed completely. There were blue and purple lines in his pupils, and he was obviously in a state of erosion.

As if sensing something was wrong with his eyes, Cornwall blinked and his pupils returned to normal.

He now understood the task his master wanted to assign to him, so he continued to lie in wait, make preparations, and wait for the best opportunity to complete his master's task.

In the void, the Zerg fleet seemed to be stimulated by something. They changed their uniform motion and began to accelerate towards the Oronia galaxy.

It can be predicted that in the near future, a larger-scale war will unfold in the Oronia galaxy.

Cheng Mingrui didn't know this and he was going crazy killing people in the dimensional prison.

He was killing silently without paying attention to the time. After all, he was in the dimensional prison and there was fog everywhere. Without any landmarks, he couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

Only the number of monsters killed was carefully recorded by Cheng Mingrui, as he would use this to compare his performance with the big guys under his command when he went out.

After knocking down the more than 1-meter-tall flesh and blood giant in front of him and crushing its head with the power glove, Cheng Mingrui drew another 1 on his scoreboard. He would record a every time he killed a monster in the dimensional prison, whether it was a single one or a group of monsters.

Including the ones he had killed before, the total number of monsters and monster groups he had killed was over five hundred.

The only feeling is that as the battle continues, these monsters not only become more and more bizarre in appearance, but also become stronger and stronger in combat.

Cheng Mingrui was basically certain that these monsters were all man-made, and most likely they were created by the necromancer technician named Afenster.

Were they created for use in war? Indeed, these monsters were terrifyingly strong, with extraordinary strength, bodies as hard as adamantium armor, and they could fire lasers and spray high-temperature particle streams, with astonishing lethality.

Such monsters can hurt Cheng Mingrui in battle, but Cheng Mingrui is a little more monstrous in comparison. After waaagh, he can also tear it to pieces.

Judging from the combat power alone, the monsters are very strong, but when placed on the battlefield... the cost-effectiveness is relatively low. The various types of Necrons are already very complete. Gauss weapons can defeat everything, and living metal can also be restored. It may not be useless to go to so much trouble to create new biological weapons, but it is redundant overall.

So why were these monsters created?

Cheng Mingrui's brief thought made him stop. He was ahead of his men in the score, so he could take some time to think.

The space in the thick fog shook for a moment, and Cheng Mingrui felt very strange. Judging from the time, it would take a while for the space to merge.

"Respected clever boy, Afenster sends his greetings to you. Your men call you Slippery? This is an interesting name that well reflects the cunning and treachery of the orcs, but it is not enough to reflect your wisdom."

Afenster's voice filled all directions of the foggy space.

Unable to figure out Afenster's purpose, Cheng Mingrui just sat there without saying anything.

"Well, you are smart enough, so I won't beat around the bush. I am very interested in you, even if you destroyed my dynasty, but the current situation is that we must cooperate to overcome the crisis."

"Hmph, if you trap me and tie me to your laboratory table, you will never talk about cooperation with me." Cheng Mingrui said contemptuously.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I mean well. When it comes to cooperation, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, right? In the past, we could cooperate with the Eldar to fight against the Orc Empire. Now, in order to fight against the common threat, we can also cooperate."

"Do you think you can trap me with this dimensional prison?" Cheng Mingrui said disdainfully, "I have already mastered the secrets of this space. We just need to kill them and we can locate them and teleport out at any time."

"No, no, no, I'm not doubting your intelligence. This level of dimensional prison certainly can't hold you. Well, when talking to smart people, you really shouldn't be so crooked. At first, I did want to trap you and treat you as a test subject, a collection."

Afenster's electronic soundtrack has a kind of emotion, a kind of excitement and enthusiasm, as if a rare treasure has been discovered! Yes, a rare treasure!

"You may not know how special you are in this day and age. If a friend of mine knew you existed and were in my collection, he would go crazy with jealousy. His emotion module would burn out of jealousy, and then burn again after replacing it with another one."

"I think you are going crazy. Why do Necrons always sleep for too long? Have their brains been damaged?" Cheng Mingrui said sarcastically.

"Sorry, sorry. I was too absorbed in my thoughts just now. You know, our lives are endless. In such a long life, we always have to pursue something. The mechanical body makes it impossible for us to have the same rich emotions and feelings as flesh and blood life.

In order not to be dragged down by the long hours and emptiness, any rational person will look for some hobbies, or entertainment, to satisfy their own recreational needs. "

Afenster's tone became calm and playful again, much better than the "crazy" tone just now.