I am a green-skinned master

Pex's soulless eyes suddenly focused, and he waved his hand to drive away the believers who were taking care of him.

After the room was empty, he knelt on one knee respectfully with his head lowered, as devout as a fanatic.

"Great Lord, you called me." Pex said respectfully in his mind.

"Your intelligence is seriously wrong! The Zerg suffered heavy losses on Oronia IV, and a large amount of biomass was lost. The Orc clans here are abnormally strong, and it is impossible for them to develop to this point in more than a year!"

The voice of collective consciousness is a bit like a female electronic voice, calm, precise and direct.

"This... I don't know how to explain this. There is no way I could have miscalculated the time from the time I arrived at the Oronia galaxy to now. When I submitted the intelligence before, I also copied my own memories onto it." Pex was a little panicked. His intelligence actually caused the Lord's fleet to suffer heavy losses.

“You…didn’t lie, but you underestimated the potential of these orcs. The responsibility is not entirely yours. This seems to be another accidental evolution of theirs.

These green creatures are really difficult to deal with. At any time and in any place, they seem to be able to perform surprising actions, and their behavior is beyond the expected calculation." The female electronic voice is still unusually calm.

"The Zerg needs to replenish biomass for the next stage of the war. What kind of cooperation can you provide? The overall situation of the planet, the defense status of the human planet, and the number of fleets are all key intelligence. It would be best if you could seize the airport, destroy the ammunition depot, and weaken the power of mankind." The cluster consciousness ordered.

"But... the Church has been exposed. The intelligence we can provide will be somewhat different from reality. Attacking the airport and ammunition depot are places strictly guarded by the Astra Militarum. Although the Church still has some power in the northern hemisphere, this power may not be enough to accomplish such a difficult mission."

Pex replied worriedly, and told the cluster consciousness in detail about the power possessed by the church.

"Hmm... Indeed, according to calculations, the possibility of you completing the mission is not high. Let's do this, guide the swarm well and cooperate with the swarm to launch an attack. The swarm is hungry and needs to replenish a large amount of biomass."

"Fortunately, you have done a good job in basic work and gathered a lot of lives, which can greatly enrich the power of the swarm." The cluster consciousness praised Pex.

This made Pex a little happy. He still felt that his master had not abandoned him. In the end, at the return ceremony, his flesh and blood would become the power of the swarm, and his soul and consciousness would merge with the master, just like the collective consciousness of the insects.

"It is my honor to serve the master. My consciousness can't wait to merge with the great Lord." Pex expressed his thoughts excitedly.

"?" The collective consciousness expressed its attitude.

"The core consciousness group will not accept you, nor will it accept any consciousness of the church. Your greatest contribution to the swarm is to turn into biomass." The AI ​​female voice was still pleasant, but the words she spoke were colder than the wind.

After hearing the words of the cluster consciousness, Pex was stunned. He wondered if he had heard it wrongly. As a member of the Tyranid swarm, the consciousness of each Tyranid would merge together and eventually merge into the Great Devourer.

This is how cells combine to form a brain, and how the brain produces consciousness. This concept is so real and so clear. How can this be... How can this be wrong!!

After repeated questioning, the cluster consciousness gave exactly the same answer.

"Why? Why! We are also part of the Zerg Swarm. We are also practicing the will of the core consciousness group. We help the core consciousness group guide its goals and help the core consciousness group fight the enemy! We endure, we sacrifice, and we fight!"

Pex's voice was a little high. He felt that his attitude was a bit troublesome, so he lowered his voice again, "My Lord, may I ask why..."

His voice was tearful, helpless and desperate.

"Your consciousness is too independent, too deeply integrated with the infected species, and there are too many bad things in your memory. You will deceive, conceal, betray, and sacrifice the entire group for your own benefit.

These consciousnesses are poisons, impurities, and have long been eliminated. In the history of the Zerg, there have been examples of absorbing impure consciousness into the core consciousness group.

At first there was no change and everything remained the same. Later, some branch swarms became more and more selfish. They only wanted to develop themselves, collect biomass to evolve their own tribes, and even rebel against the core consciousness group.

Unity is the foundation of the swarm. If the lowest-level combatants only consider their own interests and do not fight for the overall interests of the swarm, the swarm will no longer be powerful and unstoppable. "

Cluster awareness gave a thoughtful explanation.

"We won't. How can our consciousness become poison? We can unite as one!" Pex was still struggling.

"We will not risk accepting your consciousness. This is the rule of conduct. The rules cannot be broken."

"Of course, thank you for your contribution to the Zerg, especially you. I can give you a chance to go to a new world. The Zerg will attack on schedule, but I will leave you a way to go to a new world as a reward for you."

The words He said would be seen as "mercy" by ordinary people, but there was not a trace of "mercy" in His voice.

"Of course, you can also choose to resist. There are indeed magazine consciousnesses like you who resist the arrival of the Zerg, but that is meaningless and will only make death more painful."

……

Pex didn't know how he withdrew from the remote communication. Perhaps his gradually disillusioned consciousness made the cluster consciousness feel boring and a waste of time, so it took the initiative to disconnect.

What should I do? What should I do? Pex sat on the ground from day till night, without eating a single bite of the food and water brought by the believers.

The brothers and sisters of the Four-Armed God Emperor Church were all in a panic. Didn't they say that the God Emperor's angel was about to descend? Why did the patriarch become like this...

Pex was indeed disillusioned. His beliefs and efforts were worthless and meaningless. He was filled with deep despair.

What else could he do? There was nothing to do. It would be nice to just wait for death, right?

"Since you are not afraid of death, why are you afraid of survival?" A concept appeared in Pex's mind.

The concept seemed to convey more than just meaning; it was like a bolt of thunder that made Pex tremble.

“Don’t forget your promise to your brothers and sisters in the church and don’t betray their trust.”

Chapter 153 The battlefield of grinding flesh and blood

Pex, with a dim look in his eyes, stood up, and the light of faith rekindled in his eyes.

He believed in the Four-Armed God Emperor! The God Emperor gave him the oracle, and now he had to fulfill it.

For the sake of his brothers and sisters in the church, he had to find a way to take over the airport. In order to leave the planet, he had to occupy the airport.

The airport was built near the equator, to the north of the city of Capello. Capello is now a fortress city and the focus of Astra Militarum's defense.

The difficulty of capturing it is extremely great, but Pex feels that no matter how great the difficulty is, he has to try it for the Four-Armed Emperor!

A Banshee bomber flew across the blue sky, breaking through the white clouds, and the view became wider.

Looking down from the plane, there was a battlefield that stretched as far as the eye could see from the sky, with countless greenskins, orcs, fart monsters, and Squiggs attacking the human front line.

Hundreds of explosions occurred every second, and the mushroom cloud devoured every life equally. Machine guns, grenades, melta, and lasers intertwined on the battle line, some from greenskins, some from humans.

Burning and smoking vehicles were scattered everywhere, both human and orc. Some of the broken tanks were repaired with simple tools by a group of orcs and were able to return to the battlefield again.

The red, explosive-carrying Squiggs seemed endless, and every now and then a team would rush into the human defenses and blow everything inside up to the sky.

In addition to this small Squig, there is also a giant one, like a huge armored dinosaur, with a battle fortress on its back, with a large number of orcs and farts inside, using the cannons and machine guns on the fortress to shoot down.

After dropping a bomb, the Banshee accurately blew up an Orc tank, and was hit by a heat ray on the wing. The pilot tried desperately to raise the plane, but it still fell headfirst with black smoke, adding another touch of bright color of explosion to the battlefield.

In the front-line command post in Pioneer City, inside the semi-bunker structure, the strongest part, Political Commissar Kester rubbed his tired eyes.

The greenskins' offensive became more and more fierce. From Pioneer City to Capello, on this line of defense, there were nearly ten million greenskins continuously attacking his defense line.

If they only had numbers, it would be fine. Light weapons and machetes could not cut through the defenses made of steel and concrete. The problem was that the greenskins' technology was also advancing rapidly. Rapidly!

Various artillery pieces, aircraft, and heavy tanks appeared. According to the teaching materials of Zhongsi Academy, Kester felt that he might soon see the Orcs' King Kong, then the Gu Juji mecha that was comparable to the human Titan, and even a hundred-meter-high garbage mountain.

The orcs in this star field are too strong... unbelievably strong.

Fortunately, after the Tyranid fleet arrived at the Oronia system, it rushed directly to Oronia IV and fought with the orcs on it, giving the humans on III some breathing time.

I hope the orcs there can hold out a little longer in the battle with the Tyranids. Otherwise, if more Zerg spore sacs drop overhead, Kester really won’t know how to fight the battle.

The emergence of the Tyranids caused great panic among civilians and nobles, and some cowardly guys were preparing to retreat, such as... Planet Governor Cornwall.

For the first time ever, he left Glory Castle on the pretext of leading the planetary guard to support the front line, and then stationed near the equatorial airport. No one knew whether he came to help or to escape.

"Hey, if I had three more Titans, ten Emperor Baneblade heavy tanks, and two thousand Leman Russ tanks..." Keister stopped talking to himself. He knew that this was impossible. "Why haven't those Space Marines and the Emperor's Angels of Death arrived yet..."

The emergency communicator on the table started flashing again. It was clearly the rest time he had finally taken out, but the communicator still ruthlessly interrupted it all.

Raising his tired arms, Kester answered the communicator.

"Sir! Urgent information! The Tyranid Zerg fleet is heading towards us!" The panic and fear in the voice could not be concealed in any way.

"What! It's only been a few days! The orcs can't hold on? It will take at least some time for the Tyranids to eat them all!"

This news is worse than Kester imagined. He originally thought that they would have to hold out for at least a few months, but he didn't expect the green-skinned orcs there to be so useless. Is it true that Oronia IV is too barren and the number of orcs cannot keep up?

"..." There was a brief silence in the communicator, and then the voice was lowered: "It was the orcs who defeated the Tyranids... The Zerg's biological fleet suffered a heavy blow, and at least half of its biological ships were lost..."

"Ah?" Kester wondered if he had heard it wrongly, because there were too many bad news and he was hallucinating.

A swarm fleet of more than a thousand was defeated by the orcs in a few days? More than half of them were lost! What a joke! That was a thousand biological ships, and according to human standards, almost every biological ship was a combat ship.

Logically speaking, 90% of the worlds cannot resist a Zerg fleet of this size without breaking through the defense line...

"I don't care who you are! Lying about military intelligence is a serious crime! Even if you read it wrong!" Kester warned in a stern tone. He really couldn't believe what he heard.

"Sir, how dare I lie about military intelligence... This information was monitored by one of our star-level frigates. All the crew members of the battleship observed it at the risk of their lives. They also recorded the course of the battle... Sir, I will send the records over right away."

Soon, with a slight ding-dong sound, the video recording was transmitted to Kester's terminal.

Above the dark starry sky, huge swarm biological ships formed a long fleet. The largest of the biological ships was more than 10,000 meters long, and the smaller ones were about 700 to 800 meters long.

It is hard to imagine that life can grow so huge... and so numerous... just observing it from a distance is enough to make people feel terrified.

The Zerg fleet stayed above Oronia IV, and its abdomen was like laying eggs, throwing endless spores towards the planet.

Some of the larger Zerg bio-ships, the ones that were like balloons, lowered their orbital altitudes and stuck long tubes down. Soon a large amount of fluid was sucked up, just like sucking the blood of a planet.

Keister had seen similar scenes in the information. The Tyranids were very greedy. They would harvest an entire planet, even the air and water.

The scene changed, and it seemed that some time had passed. The well-organized Zerg fleet became chaotic, and a giant warship appeared in the center of the Zerg fleet as if it had teleported.

Its ownership is easy to judge. It has a rubbish-like iron appearance and no sense of symmetry. It just matches the shape of a cannon as much as possible, plus there is a huge orc face on the bow.

This is undoubtedly an orc.

Chapter 154: Bad News One After Another

It is useless to have large Orc warships. Orc Monoliths (warships made by orcs by hollowing out meteorites) are also large, but their combat effectiveness is very poor.

As soon as this thought came to Kester's mind, something shocking happened. The orcs' super-giant warships began to crush, destroy, and slaughter the Zerg fleet that made Kester feel extremely desperate...

"Emperor...what on earth did I see..." Kester couldn't help but exclaimed. He didn't know whether the Empire's war fortress, the Phalanx, could achieve the same combat effectiveness as the giant Orc battleship. The performance of this Orc battleship was too amazing.

The result of this battle seemed to be a loss for both sides. The Zerg fleet damaged the Orc warship and made it unable to move. However, the Zerg was unable to fight on Oronia IV, so it headed for Oronia III.

In a few days, those horrible aliens will arrive above No. 3 and drop a despairing number of spore sacs.

Without hesitation, Kester turned off the video and ordered his staff to organize an emergency meeting, requiring General Hanks and the captains of all ships to attend.

In an emergency, everything is very efficient.

A simple projection meeting was held in Kester's command room. As he requested, Hanks and all the captains participated in the meeting, some of whom were a little disheveled because they were in such a hurry.

It doesn't matter. War is not the place to worry about clothes. Worrying about lateness, attendance, and clothes is a party.

The meeting was attended by the main commanders. Keister played the video footage he had just seen again. Just as he expected, everyone stared with wide eyes and exclaimed how could this be possible! The words of Emperor's blessing came one after another.

A group of high-ranking imperial soldiers were now as confused, worried, and bewildered as the lowest-level civilians.

Keister didn't blame them. He was the same at the beginning. He didn't even dare to think about why there were so many powerful enemies of the Empire in such a remote galaxy... and each one was stronger than the other!

"Hanks, how is the fleet's preparation going?" After Kester explained the intelligence captured by the frigate, the first person he asked was Hanks.

First use practical problems to bring everyone's attention back.

"Commissar, according to your request, the fleet is basically ready. Led by the Doombringer, a battleship, and a battleship battle group consisting of seven cruisers have completed the fleet reorganization. They are our most powerful combat force."

"Thirty-six destroyers and fifty-eight frigates are fully manned, and their torpedoes and ammunition are fully loaded. If they have the opportunity to fire all their ammunition, they can also cause great damage to the enemy."

After a period of training, Hanks became more capable. It is said that he has been on every warship and understood the situation.

"What about those transport ships? They are the largest in number. How is the transformation going?" Kester nodded, very satisfied with Hanks' performance, so he asked the second question that he was most concerned about.

"Just yesterday, all the renovations were completed. After all, the areas to be renovated are relatively simple and have single functions, and all the pilots of the transport ships are the most loyal imperial soldiers." Speaking of the transport ships, Hanks' expression became much more serious.

"Very good." Without worrying too much about the transport ship issue, Kester looked at the captains of each warship, trying his best to make eye contact with them.

The captains who looked at Kaister calmed down, perhaps because of the pressure from the political commissar, and sat upright as if they were being inspected.

"Our main task is to hold on in the Oronia system for as long as possible. Before, we had no hope against a thousand Tyranid biological warships. Now, thanks to the Emperor's blessing, less than half of them are left, and they are all injured. Our chances of victory are much greater."

Having said that, Kester placed his service pistol on the table in front of him.

"Only sacrifice and responsibility are the heavy responsibilities that rest on our shoulders. The brave will return to the Golden Throne, and the cowards will die of shame. May the Emperor's glory shine in our eyes, and may the Emperor's wrath burn all enemies of mankind."

"The battle plan remains unchanged. Above Oronia III, our fleet will block the Tyranid fleet and suppress them in the sky above the southern hemisphere."

After saying that, Kester stood up, raised his right hand and saluted solemnly to all the captains. All the warship captains also stood up and saluted Kester in return.

"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire. We will fight to the death." Everyone said in unison.

After the meeting, before Keister had a break, he connected to another emergency communication. Because the captain's meeting was of a very high standard, Keister cut off all external contacts, and this communication had been suppressed for dozens of minutes.

"What! Capello crisis! Half of the city has fallen! How is this possible!" Kester thought that he was mentally prepared to accept most of the bad news, but this time the bad news still broke his defense and shocked him.

If Capello was captured, the five million mixed forces of the Astra Militarum and Planetary Guard on the defense line from Capello to Pioneer City, including his headquarters, would be cut off from retreat and become an isolated and surrounded force.

"What! The greenskin warlord Gorbad is still alive! He led this attack!" After hanging up the call, he was so angry that he almost smashed his desk. Gorbad was not dead! He planned this series of attacks. He was too cunning!

Fortunately, he still had the Emperor's Bane Blade, powerful Titans, and a sufficient number of Astra Militarum (although they had suffered considerable casualties as the war continued, and the medical care in the rear was at full capacity). Capello had to go back to work immediately.