I am a green-skinned master

He transformed again into a red Squig, and climbed from Cheng Mingrui's arms to His shoulders. He looked unharmed, but a little smaller in size.

Cheng Mingrui looked at the arm that fell to the ground in the distance. There was some bad color on the arm. The claws of the lust demon seemed to be poisonous. He cared about Holmes for a few more words. Holmes meant that although he felt very painful, he could bear it and continue to waaagh.

Cheng Mingrui didn't want to hear so much. He first entered the group waaagh position. Through the high-altitude vision, he found that in the short period of fighting just now, eight hours had passed in the real world and the sun had set.

The green tide has completely penetrated into the northern hemisphere, waaagh forward along the Tyranid Zerg and demon territory. Along the way, no matter whether it is demons, insects, or human cities, they are all submerged by the green tide.

In the space, all the human fleets fled, leaving only the Slippery Boss alone in the universe.

Some technical guys who didn't catch up also released a large number of ancient giant garbage from the slippery boss, and used engineering to repair the ship in the universe. The work point system some time ago left a deep impression on them, and they were afraid of being left behind. Even though work points were not counted now, they were still taking time to build ships.

The situation was very good, and Cheng Mingrui had nothing to worry about. He carried Halls to the Slippery Boss and entered his workshop. Without saying anything, he threw Halls into the medical cabin for a full-body examination and treatment.

After Cheng Mingrui left, this subspace area gradually collapsed under the suppression of the orc waaagh's position. The last bit of subspace energy suddenly gathered like a whirlwind, twisting and gathering into a mouth.

He stared at the arm on the ground, saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.

It stretched out its ridiculously long tongue and licked the arm, as if the arm was some kind of ultimate dessert.

His arm was covered with saliva after licking it, and finally he couldn't resist and swallowed it in one bite. Maybe it was because it was so delicious, he only chewed it twice before swallowing it.

"Delicious! So delicious~ Little! Too little!" Deep in the Warp, Slaanesh's voice echoed in his own palace for a long time.

"The souls of the ancient spirits, such mixed souls... souls that have suffered so much torture... are so delicious! So delicious."

Chapter 175 The Gods

As the god of desire, what Slaanesh cannot control the most is his own desire. Delicious souls are like the most powerful drugs that make him addicted.

With a wave of his hand, a drop of energy dripped onto the extremely precious carpet in his magnificent palace. Soon the flesh and blood began to grow and become larger, taking shape into the appearance of a Slaanesh demon.

Losec stood there with a bewildered look on his face, like a puppet.

The huge Slaanesh (I originally wanted to describe the appearance of Slaanesh, but the more I thought about it and wrote, the harder it would be to pass the review) sat on its gorgeous chair and snapped its fingers elegantly. There was a hint of consciousness in Losec's eyes, and it woke up.

Having experienced death once, Lothek's eyes were filled with joy. Although it was a demon, even if it died it would slowly reassemble and revive in the subspace, but this would take a lot of time.

After the excitement subsided, Losec looked up at Slaanesh on the throne. Admiration and fear made Losec kneel down, "Thank you, great master. Thank you for using your power to resurrect me. I will serve you more wholeheartedly."

"These are all rewards for you. You have done a great job. You have allowed me to experience new feelings and taste new, delicious souls." The mixed male and female voices echoed in Losec's ears.

Thinking about everything I did before I died, and the sacrifice of tens of millions of souls, I didn't expect that I would be favored by my master. I must do better next time.

"No, no, no, it's not those souls." Slaanesh seemed to know what Lothek was thinking, "It's that, that strange creature called Hors, the little thing that can transform and lies on the shoulder of the orc boss."

"Ah? That little thing?" Losek was even more surprised. He just figured out why his master's preferences were so strange.

With a bang, Losec exploded into pieces. All the pieces were trapped in the cracks of time and suffered torture. If you get closer, you can hear Losec's wails among the pieces.

There was another crisp snap of fingers, and the fragments were put together again, and Losec was resurrected.

This time Lothek had no time to think about those trivial things. It knelt on the ground and trembled. It might be the sequelae of torture. It didn't even have the courage to stand up and take a look at Slaanesh.

"I am merciful. I will give you another chance. Help my favorite champion Fulgrim and tell him my orders. All forces in the material world, those who believe in me, are under his command. There is no need to help Abaddon anymore. I want them to gather together to help me get the most delicious food."

At the mention of food, Slaanesh's mixed male and female voice became more pleasant, He was very excited and looking forward to it, as if He could taste it right away.

"Yes, my master, I will fulfill your wish." Losec said in a trembling voice.

"You better."

Slaanesh lost interest in Lothec and waved it out of his palace.

.....

On the other side, in the endlessly changing crystal maze, Tzeentch felt his own arrangements, felt his own conspiracy, and felt the countless possibilities reflected in this endless crystal maze.

Changes, good or bad, as long as they are changes, are good. They will make Tzeentch's power stronger.

Sometimes, in order to bring about more changes, He would obstruct the success of His subordinates' conspiracies, leaving a glimmer of hope for those who were in desperate situations.

Sometimes, in order to achieve more changes, He would first eliminate some changes and merge some scattered threads of fate into one. After this thread flows for a while, He would watch for even greater changes and branches at the fork of this thread.

Sometimes, Tzeentch did this not just to make himself stronger, but also out of curiosity, for fun, and for entertainment. He is a god, and everything should be played with by him, and everything is his entertainment.

Recently, some things have aroused His interest and curiosity.

The human soul that He observed and identified as the Emperor's second hand, He once again broke the fate, and the two traps set by Slaanesh failed to catch this soul.

This made Tzeentch a little disappointed. The deal between him and Slaanesh was: the soul's memory and knowledge belonged to him, and the soul's destination and disposal belonged to Slaanesh.

This deal has never been reached. I don't know if it's because Slaanesh is too useless, or because Brother Gomao protects this human soul too well.

Thinking of his second brother, Tzeentch also had a headache. These two orc gods were too difficult to figure out. It was obvious that a human soul had occupied the bodies of their followers, and they not only condoned this behavior, but also actively protected this soul.

You have to know that the greenskins are originally a very large civilized group in this galaxy, and they can provide a huge amount of faith and power. There are gods who want to get their hands on this power. He, Nurgle, and Khorne have all tried.

As a result, Nurgle was slightly injured, and Khorne was unable to defeat the cooperation of the second brother. As for Him, after discovering that he might be exposed, the cunning Him cleverly retreated and was not discovered by the second brother.

Therefore, Tzeentch could not see through the thoughts of the second brother Gao Mao. However, he did not think that the second brother Gao Mao would help the Emperor. These two orc gods did whatever they wanted and looked down on everyone. How could they cooperate with other gods?

We cannot let this human soul act as it pleases. But now... His power and soul essence have become very high, making it difficult to handle.

Tzeentch made a replica based on the memories of that human being he collected, and then placed the replica into the crystal maze. Countless magical mirrors reflected infinite possibilities on this soul, making it impossible to see what the future would look like.

This shows that this soul is no longer a pawn of fate, but a being that can control its own destiny.

Although Tzeentch is known as the God of Fate, in reality he cannot completely control fate, and the essence of fate is a lie...

The reason is very simple. Tzeentch's power comes from endless changes. If fate is a predetermined thing, then changes will not exist. If changes do not exist, Tzeentch will become weaker and weaker until he falls from the altar.

Change is the source of Tzeentch's power, but also his constraint. This is normal, and he understands it very well. No power is invincible, because invincibility represents stillness, and the whole world is in motion and change.

After thinking about it for a while, Tzeentch decided to use the chess piece method to deal with the Emperor's chess pieces. As the mastermind behind the scenes, he must not leave the field.

In the basement of the Governor's Mansion in Honor Castle. This place is too hidden. After Cornwall's death, the Astra Militarum searched the Governor's Mansion countless times but could not find it. They only found what Cornwall wanted them to find - deception and lies.

This place, which had always been quiet, has changed. A mysterious force has affected this place, and a breeze has started to blow in the quiet room.

Chapter 176 Weaving a Conspiracy

The breeze happened to knock over a bottle, which fell from a great height and shattered on the floor.

Dark red blood flowed out of the bottle, staining the precious floors and carpets.

The blood seemed to be alive, twisting, winding, and gathering. As it gathered higher and higher, a finger stretched out from the blood, then a palm, an arm, until the blood turned into a whole person.

The strange mirror was facing the scene, watching it like an eye.

The newborn Cornwall was lying on the ground, coughing violently. He was still very weak after just completing his rebirth. If he didn't replenish more energy, he would die soon.

A blue light shot out from the mirror and shone on Cornwall. His shriveled and withered body began to fill out. The vitality grew from his soul like a seedling, big enough to fill his entire flesh and blood body.

After his soul was repaired, Cornwall truly came back to life. He stood up, looked at the mirror respectfully, then slowly knelt down.

“The apostles of wisdom listen to the revelations of wisdom, thank the wise prophets for their guidance, and your servants are always waiting for your orders.”

"Well, you are very good. You know how to back up your blood and soul. You are so smart. I have a new task for you." A special text appeared on the mirror, and Cornwall could understand it all.

"I will obey your orders, master." After going through so much, Cornwall has completely transformed into the most loyal servant.

"Well, your new identity is a Rogue Trader. I want you to travel between galaxies and connect several secret societies. There are many forces pursuing wisdom, and you have to connect them into a powerful force."

"The relevant knowledge and intelligence are all in your mind. Time is running out. Start taking action."

When the last line of words disappeared, the entire mirror returned to calm, just like an ordinary mirror.

Cornwall stood up, his whole body full of confidence, his body was as good as a fitness coach, with beautiful lines and full of strength. He walked to the mirror like an old gentleman and looked up and down at his new body.

"Strength can be found everywhere, but wisdom is unique." After saying that, Cornwall walked forward, touched the mirror with his nose, and went in.

The next moment, he appeared on the bridge of a merchant ship, dressed neatly and neatly.

Compared to the Empire's battleships, the Wanderer's bridge was much more chaotic, with strange graffiti and decorations everywhere, and heavy weapons and grenades in some places.

In this sea of ​​stars, traveling merchants are called businessmen, but in fact they are almost the same as pirates. They are businessmen in legal places, and pirates in suitable chaotic areas.

The goods on merchant ships are also gray, nominally called laborers, but in reality they can also be slaves. There are also food and weapons, which are hard currencies between the stars.

The crew also respected Cornwall very much. As the captain, he did not need to do much to consolidate his power. Everything was arranged clearly.

The destination of their merchant ship right ahead is Alert Star.

After the Great Rift was opened, the Eastern Galaxy and the Western Galaxy were almost completely separated by the Warp energy. The Nakmond Corridor is this almost, but the strange thing is that the Warp energy cannot isolate this place.

This corridor became the lifeline connecting the Eastern and Western Human Empires. It was called the Corridor, and it was very wide when placed on a galactic scale.

Nowadays, the corridor is in chaos. There are worlds occupied by the rebels and worlds loyal to the Empire. The Zerg, Chaos, and Genesis all have their footholds here. There is also the influence of the Tau Empire in a small area.

The Alert Star is right at the end of the corridor. In order to fight for control here, various forces are fighting in a mess. The battle lines and spheres of influence are in drastic changes, and no one can figure it out.

Although the Cornwall Wanderer has the combat power equivalent to that of a light cruiser, but in such a chaotic place like this, even a Glorious Queen would probably not be able to play a key role.

But... as Cornwall said, wisdom is unique, and he doesn't need to use battleships to fight head-on.

The information he has in his mind will definitely allow him to thrive in this chaotic place. This is a great place for him to contact various forces and integrate their strength.

Cheng Mingrui was still busy in the workshop. What he didn't know was that malicious intentions against him were already being woven. He was still busy examining Halls.

As expected, problems were discovered during the full-body examination. The damage to Halls' body was minor and could be ignored. He could make up for it with a good meal. However, the loss in his soul was very serious.

The demon's claw cut off Halls' arm and one twentieth of his soul. Fortunately, all souls have the ability to self-recover. The soul is the fruit of the flesh. As long as the soul does not have a fatal defect, such as more than half of the damage, it can slowly recover.

Because of this injury, Halls will have to stay in the medical cabin for another month.

Cheng Mingrui also found it strange. Every time Halls wandered around, his life would be in danger. If the ancient orc genes in his body could be fully expressed, these two battles would have made Halls grow at least one meter taller.

After comforting Halls for a while and letting him have a good rest, Cheng Mingrui began to think about how to eliminate the Tyranids that had dived into the seabed.

To be honest, this situation is really tricky. The greenskins are not suitable for underwater combat, and the water area of ​​Oronia III is very large. It is time-consuming and laborious to build warships or submarines to go to sea and fight the Tyranids.

If the Tyranids are not attacked quickly, they may accumulate enough biomass to counterattack the ground.

What Cheng Mingrui didn't know was that the cluster consciousness had no intention of counterattacking. After experiencing these battles, the cluster consciousness raised the rating of Cheng Mingrui and his clan to the highest level, listing them as threats that must be eliminated at the first opportunity, and this information must be passed on to the hive consciousness immediately.

Or... use orbital bombardment to evaporate the entire ocean? Isn't this an extermination order? This is too Warhammer, and it will take a lot of time to do so. At least a lot of ancient giant garbage will be built.

Build a big bomb similar to a whirlwind torpedo to blow up the entire planet? Cheng Mingrui really has similar technology in his mind, but such a bomb is complicated to manufacture. If it is just to blow up the planet, the slippery boss can activate the Star God Crusher Cannon at full power.

It's not worth it to blow up a green planet just to kill a group of bugs. It's completely a case of throwing the baby out with the bathwater.

"Who has a way to quickly kill the bugs in the sea?" Helplessly, Cheng Mingrui, who really couldn't think of a good solution for the moment, asked all the greenskins in the group waaagh position.

It just so happened that the greenskins had basically wiped out all the enemies on the planet and were just engaging in boring infighting. Cheng Mingrui's question made them all fall into deep thought.

Chapter 177 If you are not sincere, it will not work

When submitting the question to all the greenskins, Cheng Mingrui did not realize what he had done.

At first, the answers given by the greenskins were unreliable, such as draining the water, or making a lot of depth charges to blow up all the insects under the water. The more exaggerated idea was that as long as we think we can fight underwater, we can fight underwater.

An hour later, there were some outrageous ideas. The only reliable one was proposed by a fart spirit named Gold Fang. He proposed to cultivate Squiggs and use a large number of diving Squiggs to cooperate with the orc warships to clear out the bugs in the sea bit by bit.

Later, after seeing the Squig trained by Gold Teeth, which was like a murloc or a megalodon and could launch fierce attacks underwater, Cheng Mingrui was very tempted. He was about to take Gold Teeth's advice, but something unexpected happened...

Countless psychic boys sent psychic communications to Cheng Mingrui, all speaking in the same happy and excited tone, "Slippery Boss! We can go underwater and kill bugs!"

Cheng Mingrui, who was full of questions, was teleported to Kuka. At this time, he trusted Kuka the most.

Kuka told Cheng Mingrui that what those crazy boys said was true, and took him to a cliff facing the sea.

Cheng Mingrui was shocked by the scenery before him. The sea parted in front of him, and a clean road extended from the riverbed all the way into the base of the Tyranids under the sea.

A large number of greenskins rushed down this road and fought with the Tyranid fighting bugs on the riverbed. Because the Tyranids had optimized most of their units to be suitable for underwater combat, some of them even had no legs and were just like fish, so the orc boys had a great advantage.

At this rate, the greenskins will be able to wipe out all the Tyranids soon.

At this time, Cheng Mingrui was no longer interested in the fate of the Tyranids. Without the protection of water, they would not be able to stop the green tide. He was more concerned about why the water separated and why it floated! This is unscientific!

Cheng Mingrui teleported to the riverbed and scanned it with the equipment on his body. The density of water is lower than that of air...that's why they separated...but how is this possible!

Cheng Mingrui touched the water wall in front of him with his hand, and put his hand inside. There was no change or anything special. The sea water did not float up, and the water sample he took back was ordinary sea water without any problems.

A group of boys rushed over, and the water floated up like magic and separated into two sides. The boys happily shouted waaagh and rushed in, leaving Cheng Mingrui standing behind disheveled in the wind.

Can my power of thinking really do such an exaggerated thing?! Cheng Mingrui knew that my power of thinking was awesome, but he didn't expect that it could also change the properties of objects, and on such a large scale!

Since he couldn't understand it, he could only accept it silently. Cheng Mingrui also wanted to go in and walk under the water to see the exaggerated water walls on both sides, which was also a beautiful sight.

But as soon as he entered the waterway, the water walls on both sides collapsed, drowning Cheng Mingrui inside...

It turns out that His heart was not sincere enough, and He did not believe in My thoughts, so the effect of distorting matter did not take effect...