I am a green-skinned master

The Great Devourer followed the guidance of the voice and the direction of his own premonition and looked towards the very edge of the Octaria galaxy. There a blue portal opened and a huge fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion sailed into the real world through the portal.

On the flagship of the Chaos Fleet, the one-eyed, red-skinned Magnus was concentrating on communicating with the Great Devourer.

"Are you threatening the Zerg?" The Great Devourer mobilized his Tyranid army, ready to destroy the Chaos fleet that suddenly appeared. The attack in the Warp just now was a trick to divert His attention, so that this fleet could enter Octaria smoothly.

The Great Devourer was somewhat unhappy about being threatened by food, so He responded to the communication for the first time.

The Thousand Sons' fleet was huge, but it was tiny compared to the Tyranid fleet. Large numbers of Tyranid bio-ships surrounded them.

A strange crystal palace suddenly appeared on the path of the Zerg fleet. The light emitted from the palace changed in various ways, creating a maze in the empty universe.

The attacking Zerg fleet was trapped in the maze for a moment, and even though it continued to advance, it could not get any closer to the Thousand Sons fleet.

The Thousand Sons, a rebellious legion of the Human Empire, absorbed a large number of powerful psykers before their rebellion. After embracing the Warp, almost every member of their legion is a powerful Chaos Sorcerer.

These people gathered together and released powerful psychic spells, allowing Tzeentch's labyrinth to be briefly projected into the real world, giving the Great Devourer the illusion that it could not break through.

"Respected Swarm Lord, as I said before, we are here to help you. We have no hostility. We know that the situation in the Octaria system has delayed you a lot of time. The thread of fate has deviated, and we are here to put it back on track." Magnus' forehead was shining red. It was very stressful for him to communicate with such a powerful being as the Great Devourer.

"The orc demon king has lived long enough. His tenacity is a headache. Since he is unwilling to make a dignified exit, we will help him do so."

The Great Devourer had great mental power, but lacked experience in the Warp, and was temporarily confused by the Crystal Maze.

"You are not trustworthy. How can you, as food, communicate with the Zerg?" The Great Devourer's reply was not only to buy time to break through the maze, but also to obtain more information through mental pressure.

"Trust is too precious in this world. Of course, there can be no trust between us. You know the great God of Wisdom, and the great God of Wisdom also knows you, better than you think. We are not cooperating, we just have the same interests temporarily."

Despite the tremendous mental pressure, Magnus still pretended to be calm and relaxed.

"The strength of the Orc Demon King lies not only in his own strength, but also in the weapons and armor he wears that were made by the Great Tech Master. Because of the long battles, the Great Tech Master has continuously modified and optimized them. The equipment already has a hint of the Cork Orc armor in the War of Heaven."

"Regarding the War in Heaven, the great Swarm Lord should know something from the Eldar brains he devoured. Of course, the power of the Swarm Lord will definitely defeat the Orc Demon King, but... you will definitely spend more time, and time is precious."

"And we can save you time. We are good at magic, especially magic that can destroy mechanical equipment." Communicating with a spirit of the size of the Great Devourer is like running with a mountain on his back. Magnus was under increasing pressure, so he had to speak faster.

"You can let us into the galaxy and release destructive magic. Without the help of weapons and armor, the Great Demon is like a tiger without claws. Of course, we can also transfer the knowledge of spells to you and let your psykers release it."

Chapter 241 The Dream of the Sly Boss

Magnus sent a warp magic to the Great Devourer, and then cut off the connection. The massive Thousand Sons fleet did not stop at all, but opened a portal and left the Octaria system.

After they left almost as if escaping, the crystal maze shattered, and the entry of a large number of Zerg fleets crushed the maze.

There was not much meaning anymore, the enemy had fled, leaving only the Great Devourer who had obtained the Warp magic and was hesitating.

The apostles of Tzeentch were indeed untrustworthy, but the Warp spells they gave were highly feasible. The Great Devourer had a deep enough understanding of the Warp that He could see that the spell was very clean and contained no traps at all.

With Tzeentch's character, he would not tell Him why. Should He use it or not? The choice is in the hands of the Great Devourer. Not only the Great Devourer couldn't figure it out, Magnus couldn't figure it out either, why the great God of Wisdom would let him take such a big risk to do such a small thing... Bugs have no souls and are the enemy of Chaos. It can only be said that the wisdom of the God of Wisdom is hard to fathom.

After calculating hundreds of times with computing units, even killing some of them, the Great Devourer decided to use this subspace magic.

As Magnus had said before, He was running out of time during the Battle of Octares.

The Screw Clan has already reached the Tarok galaxy. If they reach Octaria and unite with the Orc Lord, the Zerg will undoubtedly be defeated.

Tzeentch's conspiracy needs time to brew, but the real crisis will soon break out. The Great Devourer immediately arranges the next attack, the main purpose of which is to release this warp magic.

Similarly, the Great Devourer sent a large number of elite combat insects into the Orc fortress, and engaged in a melee with the Great Demon's direct troops.

The same bloodbath, the same fight, the same bloodshed. When the Hive Tyrant was torn in two by the claws of the Great Demon, the Norn Apostle behind it completed the construction of the subspace magic, and the electronic virus was implanted into the Great Demon's equipment.

This is an electronic virus that is a combination of technology and magic. It can disrupt the systems of electronic equipment, causing the equipment to self-destruct while also causing the entire set of equipment to corrode over time.

In order to seize the opportunity, the Great Devourer launched another attack after the electronic virus was implanted. He planned to strike while the iron was hot and not give the Great Devil time to repair his equipment and quickly capture him.

If the calculation is correct, after three waves, the Great Demon will be able to deal with the endless stream of Tyranid elite combat insects with his bare hands. Victory will belong to the insect swarm, and the Great Devourer will take the initiative in the Octares star field.

As expected, the accident happened. After three waves, the big devil became more and more courageous. The equipment on his body seemed to be fine, except that it emitted a little green light.

The Great Devourer realized the problem. The Great Demon's equipment was broken, but the Great Demon thought it was not broken, so it could be used!

The fourth wave of elite Zerg should also fail... the number of elite Zerg that killed the Orc Demon King has dropped to only half of the original number.

"Boss, how come a screw fell off your big claw?" The heavy-armored boss who had been fighting beside the big devil accidentally touched the big devil, which knocked off a key screw on the power claw.

"Ah?" Hearing his subordinates say this, the Great Demon King raised his invincible claws, looked at them for a while, and thought: "My equipment won't be broken, right?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his claws began to collapse, and then the entire power armor. The equipment on the big devil's body seemed to be turned into sand and dissipated with the wind. He was left with only his fists and muscles.

Sometimes when fighting against orcs, the turning point comes so quickly. The Great Devourer immediately sent a large number of elite combat insects again, making sure to seize this opportunity to kill the orc demon king.

The big devil naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He quickly snatched the weapons from his men and started fighting with the elite combat insects. With his strength, even if he was lacking in weapons, he could still kill those powerful elite combat insects.

But... without the protection of armor, he inevitably suffered many wounds during the battle. Some wounds came from corrosive acid, some from bone knives, some from fangs, and some from living ammunition that could tear apart flesh and blood.

The accumulation of wounds consumed the Great Demon King's strength and life. He chopped up the weapons he had snatched in his hands, and then fought with his fists and teeth. He also snatched the bone knife of the Tyranids, fighting with blood flowing from his body.

The battle lasted for another day and night. The number of elite combat insects that fell under the feet of the orc demon king was as high as a hill, and the Great Devourer was still sending reinforcements in an endless stream.

Finally, after the Great Devil smashed the head of an executioner with one punch, the Great Devourer found an opportunity. The Hive Tyrant possessed by Him stabbed a claw into the Great Devil's chest and pierced his heart.

"Waaaaaagh!!" At the last moment of his life, the Great Demon King smashed the head of the Hive Tyrant with his headbutt. The Great Demon King's final bravery could not save his lost life. The Great Devourer finally won his victory after losing so much biomass.

The Tyranids won, the Orcs of Octaria failed, and the greenskins on the entire planet immediately collapsed because of the death of their boss. The Waaagh's position dropped sharply, and they began to panic and disintegrate.

Some ambitious bosses began to declare themselves the new Orc Demon King and the new ruler of the Octares star field.

These orc bosses with the same purpose fought together to fight for power, giving the Great Devourer the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

Such chaos would spread outward from the Octarian system, spreading throughout the entire galaxy. Without a unified goal, the divided and quarreling orcs were just biomass waiting to be harvested by the Great Devourer.

The goal could be achieved quickly thanks to the Warp magic brought by Magnus. The Great Devourer would not reject useful power, and He planned to do more research in this area.

As the Tyranids, led by the Great Devourer, launch a full-scale counterattack across Okreus, the only orc boss who can stop them, Slippery, is sleeping soundly in the medical cabin.

It has been more than ten days since Big Blade completed the operation, but the Slippery Boss still shows no sign of waking up. Big Blade is a little regretful that the modifications he added were too conservative.

But if I cut the old man's chest again, it would make too much noise. What if he woke up? That wouldn't be something I could just get away with.

Forget it, just think of it as my superb medical skills, so the sly boss just wants to sleep more. Maybe he is having a sweet dream.

The sly boss was indeed dreaming, but it was hard to say whether it was a good dream or not, as he was in a red desert.

This desert is so real and endless. No matter how far you walk, you will never reach the end. The cunning boss is walking forward in the posture of Cheng Mingrui's soul.

Chapter 242: Conversation with Khorne

"Blood, fighting, killing..."

Crazy whispers echoed in Cheng Mingrui's ears. Ordinary people would fall for it after hearing it a few times and become fanatics of this voice.

"Why is it so noisy? Are you annoying?" Cheng Mingrui was not affected by the whisper. Instead, he was very annoyed. However, no matter whether he blocked his ears or diverted his attention, the voice still lingered in his ears.

"Life is born to kill. Fight, battle, and war are the eternal themes of life. They are the truth. Believe in me, and I am this truth."

"Bah! You are a bullshit truth, an imperial truth? The imperial truth can't even protect the empire." Cheng Mingrui cursed the voice in his ear out of boredom.

"No, I am the truth that is above all struggles and even above all wars. I am war itself, and I transcend war."

"Ah, yes, yes, you are right. So can you stop talking? This way I can be quiet for a while and you can save some saliva." Cheng Mingrui said perfunctorily.

"Follow me, blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull to the Skull Throne!"

"The golden big guy has a golden throne, the red big guy has a brass throne, the golden big guy's minions shout "for the emperor" every day, and the red big guy's minions shout "blood sacrifice to the blood god" every day. So, the red big guy is the same as the golden big guy to some extent."

After being nagged by the Blood God for more than a month, Cheng Mingrui was really annoyed and started talking nonsense.

"It's better to worship the big guy with two different colors than to believe in him. Then you can fight with him. You don't have to ask for anything. Just waaagh. There is no court of inquiry, no state religion, no sacrifice, and no need for heads. How convenient."

"My war needs blood and heads to decorate it. There is no problem with that. War needs decorations to decorate it. It is necessary."

"Do you understand war? You know shit about war! You don't even understand Sun Tzu's Art of War!" Cheng Mingrui complained.

"Art of War? I... have heard countless lunatics claiming that they have mastered the art of war, but I am the only one who has the right to interpret war. Those lunatics and ordinary people are just ants that cannot see the big tree! I just didn't expect that you are also a similar lunatic, but it doesn't matter, my war is very tolerant and can tolerate your arrogance."

Khorne's crazy whispers became much calmer, and he actually started to communicate well with Cheng Mingrui. Cheng Mingrui did not expect Khorne to be like this. This was too far from the concept of a Khorne madman that GW had instilled in him.

"Oh~~ You are really good, at least much better than those crazy people of the state religion who are full of heresy." Cheng Mingrui chuckled.

"Of course, I am extremely open-minded. Any war, killing, or bloodshed carried out in my name will be blessed by me. The weak will have the courage to fight the strong because of me, and the strong will have the power to rule because of me. I do not discriminate against people based on their origin, bloodline, or race. I bless all those who follow me equally."

"Now, follow my example, sacrifice blood to the Blood God! Offer skulls to the Skull Throne!" Khorne insisted on his point of view and insisted on making Cheng Mingrui believe in him.

"Scholars offer sacrifices to the gods of learning, and Confucians offer sacrifices to the Confucian throne." Cheng Mingrui repeated.

"No, follow my words, blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skulls to the Skull Throne!" Khorne was very patient.

"Brother Kong is kind and righteous, Brother Meng is righteous and kind." Cheng Mingrui's words became more and more difficult to understand.

"It doesn't matter. I am very tolerant and patient. Follow my words. Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull to the Skull Throne!"

Another month passed, Cheng Mingrui was still advancing in the desert, and he still hadn't heard the whispers of Khorne. He kept talking to the whispers of Khorne in strange ways. Originally, it was just a teasing, but gradually Cheng Mingrui discovered something different.

Khorne seems to know Chinese, but... doesn't seem to know Chinese civilization. The 40k universe created by GW is based on Western culture as the main axis of the narrative. The mysterious forces in the East are not in the narrative at all. The entire human empire is more like a variant of the Holy Roman Empire.

In the Warhammer 40k universe, what exactly are the mysterious forces in the East and their culture like... or do they not exist?

“The best military operation is to attack the enemy’s plans, the next best is to attack their alliances, the next best is to attack their soldiers, and the worst is to attack their cities. Attacking cities should only be done as a last resort…” Cheng Mingrui recited a passage from Sun Tzu’s Art of War and tried it out.

"What are you talking about? I... have never heard of it. This kind of war logic is too cowardly. War means fighting with courage and strength, and defeating all enemies head-on."

"It seems... you really don't know Sun Tzu's Art of War..." Cheng Mingrui was certain that in the 40k universe, there might only be Chinese characters on Earth, but no Chinese civilization. That's right, the civilization background is too different, and it is impossible to integrate. If there is Chinese civilization, its strong background will always find hope in the darkness.

Maybe the records were erased... It is estimated that Tzeentch may know something, but Cheng Mingrui does not want to deal with Tzeentch. A god who uses wisdom as authority is destined to be difficult to deal with.

"Why are you always struggling with the Art of War? If you believe in me, I can give you the ability to set up a creed for the Art of War as my secondary authority." In order to lure Cheng Mingrui, Khorne offered his own bargaining chips.

"Don't be like this...it will cause Second Brother Mao to misunderstand." Cheng Mingrui said in a teasing tone.

"This is the soul's space. Here, you are free. Every free soul has the right to choose his own god. If every god competes for believers without following the rules, then they will definitely kill other gods' believers in order to gain an advantage. If the gods take action personally... then no god will have believers."

"So, respect the free choice of the soul, this is the rule. If you are an orc, I will not take action, and I cannot take action, but your soul is human, so you can choose me without paying a price." Khorne was much more honest than Tzeentch.

"So there are... such rules? Are they only applicable to humans? Are humans special?" Cheng Mingrui, who had an unexpected gain, asked.

"Yes, except for a few very individual species. However, humans are indeed special, they are ******" Khorne's words seemed to be interfered by some force, and Cheng Mingrui could not understand what it was.

He asked again, and Khorne answered again, but he still didn't understand. Could it be because his rank was too low? This made Cheng Mingrui guess.

"So, believe in me! By the way, tell me what you mean by the Art of War? Repeat with me, blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull to the skull throne!"

"I'm not a shrimp, I'm a green-skinned person." Cheng Mingrui thought, since it is related to the human soul, then would it be okay to become a green-skinned person?

"Hahaha, the soul is the basis of everything. One soul can be exchanged for countless bodies, but the frequency of soul vibration is unique. I know you. You are a human from the 2k era. Your name is Cheng Mingrui, and your soul is a purebred human."

Khorne was amused by Cheng Mingrui's words.

Chapter 243 Black Armored Warrior

"You read my memory? I have never told anyone my name." Cheng Mingrui was shocked.

"It's not me. It's the information that Tzeentch gave me. He said that you are the backup left by the Emperor, one of his incarnations. A clone from the past. The Emperor of mankind created you for an unknown purpose." Khorne's honesty made Cheng Mingrui dare not think about it.

"Tzeentch is known for his wisdom, but in my opinion he is also a fool. Do we need to guess the Emperor's purpose? Of course, it is for the human race. All his purposes are only for all mankind. How stupid! He is a high god, but he binds himself to a mortal race." Khorne's tone was full of disdain.

Cheng Mingrui sensitively heard some information about the Emperor, and he wanted to ask more. GW's setting for the Emperor had been changed many times from the books, and before he traveled through time, he didn't know what the essence of the Emperor was.

"The Emperor is not mortal, He is *******..." Khorne's words were muted again.

"Oh my god! Is it really that necessary?" Cheng Mingrui was helpless after knowing that he couldn't get any more information.

"Human Cheng Mingrui, follow my example and sacrifice your blood to the Blood God! Offer your skull to the Skull Throne!" After saying this and seeing that Cheng Mingrui did not ask any more questions, Khorne began his straightforward brainwashing whispers again.

"I'm the cunning guy chosen by God of F*ckin', the cunning leader of the green-skinned guys." Cheng Mingrui retorted.

Khorne had encountered such uncooperative situations before, and it was not the first time. He did not know any other brainwashing methods. The desert was still long, and He still had time to communicate with this human soul that He liked very much.

"Human Cheng Mingrui, follow my words and sacrifice your blood to the Blood God! Your skull to the Skull Throne!"

"I'm the slippery guy chosen by God of Death, the slippery boss of the green skin."

The trash conversation between the two lasted for a long time, and Cheng Mingrui retorted this sentence almost every time he took a step. It was not because he had patience, but because such retorts really worked.

Even though the Blood God's brainwashing was simple and crude, it was effective. Cheng Mingrui clearly felt that his mind was being influenced. If he kept listening, he might indeed become a fanatic of Khorne.

In order to counter this influence, using words to fight back is the most effective way to strengthen your will.

With each verbal confrontation, Cheng Mingrui's soul was also changing. A layer of green appeared on the outer shell of his soul. This layer of green became thicker and thicker, and was slowly turning into the appearance of an orc.

The sky above the desert also began to change. The originally clear red sky slowly turned green, with some small green dots and green blocks. There was some force affecting this desert world.

The Blood God Khorne naturally also noticed the changes. Time waits for no one, and the SSR that was obtained cannot be lost!