I am a green-skinned master

The sly boss's brows were still furrowed. He tried to use sound waves to detect, but was still blocked by the fog.

So He raised His fist and punched in the direction of the spiked tentacle. A stream of air compressed to the extreme by a huge force penetrated the fog and smashed Licat hiding inside into pieces of meat. Blood exploded in a radius of three meters.

Unfortunately, even fists and wind cannot blow away the fog. The fog seems more like a magic than a phenomenon.

But the sly boss laughed, and the idea king thought of a solution. Wouldn't it be fine if he just used blood as a medium?

The Blood God Khorne stole a part of His self-consciousness in the consciousness space, and correspondingly gave the Sly Old Man most of the blessings and authority. For example... the desire and perception of blood.

"Listen up, boys. Don't shoot. You can only fight back against the insects. I'll hide these. Catch the cowards who don't dare to face us head-on." The sly boss ordered loudly.

He quickly walked to the dead Licat, squatted down, and gently pressed on the pool of blood.

The blood came alive, drops of blood floated up, rising little by little, until the pool of blood on the ground all floated up, there were thousands of blood drops.

"God, please forgive me. I only did this to find the enemy quickly. I am still your loyal believer." Using the power of Khorne, the slippery boss did not forget to report to the second brother Gohor.

"It's not your fault, it's the big red iron block that doesn't follow the rules. You're waaagh, but we'll still protect you. We're going to beat up the big red iron block, so don't bother us if you have nothing to do."

The familiar way of speaking and the familiar breath made the sly boss feel relieved.

Thousands of blood drops sprayed out, covering a larger area. Every unit hit by the blood drops was marked, shining red in the vision of the slippery boss.

A dozen unlucky Licats were among them, and the sly boss shared their locations through the power armor's communication system.

There was no need for Him to take action. With the marking and positioning, these dozen or so Licats were all killed by the guard boss and the greenskins.

New bodies, new blood, hundreds of thousands of drops of blood floated up under the operation of the slippery boss. Just like before, they shot out in all directions.

The area covered by these blood drops expanded to the entire bridge. These blood drops were both the perception of the sly boss and his eyes.

Except for a few that slipped through the net, most of the Licats were marked. The sly boss passed their locations to the other greenskins, and he picked up the phase giant blade and jumped up.

There is a huge egg in the depths of the fog. According to the blood perception of the slippery boss, the malice in this egg is the deepest and must be destroyed in advance.

The huge egg with a diameter of hundreds of meters hanging above the entrance was cut down by the sly boss with a single stroke of his sword. The giant phase blade easily split it into two.

Blood exploded, and the bright color dyed all the mist red.

A dead insect fell out of the egg. It died before it fully developed and was cut into two parts. It looked a bit like a praying mantis, about 20 to 30 meters tall.

After infecting all the fog with the power of blood, the fog completely disappeared from the sight of the slippery boss. It turned out that the egg was just a bait... There were already about ten of those mantis-like insects.

If you want to kill the orc boss quietly, it is absolutely impossible with the Killing Tyrant's size. A battle with that size will definitely make too much noise and be watched by a large number of green-skinned guys.

With the help of my power of thinking, I fought against the slippery boss. The calculation data of the computing module also told the Big Devourer that the winning rate of fair battles was only 23.17%.

This mantis-like bug was specially developed to fight against the Slippery Boss. It was urgently hatched from the flesh and blood organs in the body of the Killing Tyrant and costs five times more than the Norn thug.

This specialized insect is called the Norn Assassin. It is slimmer and faster, three times stronger and faster than the Norn Apostle. It has long-range weapon organs on its waist and a pair of sickles on its upper limbs that can easily behead Titan-level beasts.

Based on the combat data recorded by the Great Devourer and the combat performance of the Slippery Boss in the Fertility System and the Tarok System, the explosive growth of the Orc Demon Lord was calculated.

The Great Devourer felt that his arrangement had at least a 50% chance of completing the assassination. After all, the first time the Star Devourer appeared, if it weren't for Waaagh's cheating, the Slippery Boss himself might have been burned to death by the Dimension Cannon.

However, the Great Devourer thought that he had overestimated the strength and growth of the Slippery Boss. The moment the Slippery Boss made his move, the 50% chance of winning given by the calculation module immediately dropped to 0%.

The speed of the Slippery Boss was so fast that it was beyond the vision of the Norn Assassins. The three nearest Norn Assassins were cut into three pieces by the Phase Blade within 0.001 seconds.

The remaining seven immediately fled in seven directions, firing bio-plasma and bone spurs at the Slippery Boss as they fled. The order given to them by the Great Devourer had become to collect as much physical data of the Slippery Boss as possible to gain experience for the next confrontation.

The cunning boss would not give these Norn assassins any chance at all. He pressed his hands downward, and the blood-stained mist was pressed down like a tangible entity.

The view immediately opened up. At the entrance of the passage not far away, the greenskin guys were still fighting with a large number of insects. However, with the reinforcement of the level 5 waaagh position, the greenskins suffered almost no casualties, while the insects were falling down in large numbers every minute and every second.

The seven Norn assassins who kept changing their positions to attack the slippery boss were also exposed in front of the greenskins, and the greenskins' long-range firepower also opened fire, with long-range guns, hot melts, missiles, and plasmas.

However, with the Norn Assassin's fast speed, hits are rare, and even if they are hit, the effect is not good. The melta weapon can only leave a burnt mark on the Norn Assassin.

The sly boss found that he had underestimated the fighting power of these mantis insects. They were easily killed by him in seconds only because he was too strong, not because they were too weak.

On the surface of his body, the sly boss saw a thin layer of spiritual energy, which reduced the ranged damage. He was quite familiar with this sly boss, as Angron had it, and the Blood God's blessing was even more powerful, making him completely immune to ranged damage.

But... now this blessed sly boss also has it, but it is judged to be long-range damage. No matter whether it is laser, grenade gun, or even orbital bombing that can destroy a planet with one shot, it will not hurt the sly boss at all.

Chapter 256 As long as you follow me, you will never die

The long-range attacks fired by the Norn Assassin all hit the Slippery Boss accurately, but were all useless because a layer of red light wrapped around the Slippery Boss's surface as the battle began.

This is the blessing of Khorne, which makes the Slippery Boss immune to all ranged damage. When not controlled by the Slippery Boss, this effect can be actively activated to block various sneak attacks, which is very smart.

Although it is not very fair to take away a part of one's own consciousness, the blessing given by Khorne is very real.

Just when the sly boss was considering whether to kill those Norn assassins himself, he heard a roar, and a running Norn assassin was slammed into the wall as if he was hit by a truck.

How could Bronzehead Boss, the strongest among the guards, let a bug jump in front of him? Soon, the Norn Assassin's sickle and Bronzehead Boss's axe collided with each other.

On the other side, with a series of crisp bursts and triple-Melta shots, Rotten Fang accurately broke the leg of another Norn Assassin, causing it to tumble to the ground at high speed.

The guard bosses and the killing bosses showed their special abilities one after another and actually stopped all the Norn assassins. These top-level Tyranid units, which should have been powerful enough to go in and out of the enemy group, obviously encountered opponents that were stronger and more ruthless than them.

The sly boss was quite surprised. He was used to being invincible and always fought the most ruthless and powerful enemies. Sometimes, he had some arrogant thoughts, that is, the most powerful enemy must be killed by him to reduce the casualties of his men.

Now he realized that this was indeed his arrogant idea. The greenskins were originally extreme weapons of war. They participated in wars, they liked wars, and they just wanted to become stronger and stronger in wars. The idea of ​​a protector was completely unnecessary.

The Tyranids have stronger bugs, and they also have stronger bosses under their command.

Suddenly, a feeling of palpitations arose in the heart of the slippery boss. He remembered that when he woke up, and when he used blood to sense just now, he seemed to see an invisible insect that was several hundred meters long.

How come I haven't been attacked by this bug, and I even forgot about it? !

When the sly boss realized this and raised his head, the Killing Tyrant was no longer hiding itself. It opened its big mouth, and high-temperature plasma of hundreds of millions of degrees was brewing inside.

Releasing the mist was a cover, giving birth to a large number of combat bugs or even abandoning part of the body to become a Norn assassin was also an alternative plan. The goal was to use psychic magic to ignore the perception of all the greenskins present, and then use high-temperature plasma fluid that could severely damage giant battleships to deliver the final kill.

Ever since coming into contact with Warp magic, the Great Devourer has surpassed his master in using it to perfection. I'm afraid that even the most outstanding wizards of the Thousand Sons would have to marvel at the Great Devourer's attainments in Warp magic.

Flesh and blood cannot withstand the high-temperature plasma flow of hundreds of millions of degrees. Not to mention flesh and blood, even the strongest metal will be melted the moment it comes into contact.

Slippery Boss is not afraid of such attacks, as he is immune to all ranged damage. However, the bridge of Slippery Boss is filled with the best of the Screw Clan, who are Boss Slippery's most valued companions, and they do not have such protection.

Facing the enemy's malice, you still have to take action yourself, the sly boss thought with emotion.

In order to protect these greenskins, the red light on the slippery boss's body floated up, trying to use the red light to protect the greenskins behind him.

But... it seemed too late, and the red light was very resistant. A concept appeared in the mind of the slippery boss.

"The strong deserve to live, and the weak deserve to die."

"Damn it, I'm the only one who can decide who is strong and who is weak, who deserves to live and who deserves to die!" The sly boss retorted without giving any face.

"You greenskins of the Screw Clan, can you all hear me?" The sly boss started a group chat directly in the group waaagh position.

"I can hear you, Boss Slippery."

"What's the matter, Boss Slippery?"

"Boss Slippery, I miss you so much!"

"Ahem, as long as you can hear me, it doesn't matter whether you believed me before or not. Now I ask you to trust me unconditionally. Believe in one thing, that is, follow me. No matter who you are or what situation you face, you will not die!"

Communication in the field of consciousness was fast, and the sly boss conveyed his words in an instant.

At this time, the Killing Tyrant's high-temperature plasma stream had already sprayed out, with the slippery boss as the center, flooding the entire bridge.

The white light of destruction lasted for nearly a minute before it stopped. From a physical logic point of view, all life within this range should be annihilated, and not even a particle would be left.

Unfortunately, many things in the 40k universe don't follow logic.

The Killing Tyrant was surprised to see that in the area sprayed by his high-temperature plasma flow, most of the greenskins were safe and sound, as if what was washing them was not a high-temperature plasma flow but a stream of hot water.

The entire bridge was destroyed, but the greenskins were safe and sound... The Great Devourer could not understand such logic for the time being. Even Warp magic could hardly withstand such a plasma flow with such a temperature, and He still had not mastered the conceptual rules above magic.

"I am immortal! I am invincible!"

"The sly boss is so wicked, so waaagh!"

"Follow the sly boss, fight the toughest battles, and launch the biggest waaagh!!"

The greenskins of the Screw Clan, led by Boss Copperhead, went crazy, because most of the people in the Screw Clan were technical guys, and they naturally knew what high-temperature plasma flow meant.

But even so, following the slippery boss, they really had no problems at all. This was too incredible, too magical, too cool, the slippery boss's awesomeness was simply hard to describe in words.

Unlike the boys from the Screw Clan who don't understand the principle and just think that the Slippery Boss is awesome, the Slippery Boss knows the reason.

It is nothing more than connecting the spirits of those greenskins who trust him with himself through the waaagh position, and then sharing the blessing of the blood god that ignores long-range damage with other greenskins through the mental link.

The logic seems simple, but the operation is very complicated. For example, the energy of blessing is borne by the slippery boss himself. If he had not sat on the throne for a long time and collected a lot of power of faith, he really could not afford the consumption of blessing.

This blessing bestowed by the Blood God is a very high-level blessing, and naturally consumes a lot of energy.

The rest of the battle was meaningless. Even the Killing Tyrant's strongest sneak attack was useless. The strength of Waaagh's stance was once again increased to a level that even the Great Devourer felt helpless about.

The sly boss and his greenskins used the most common weapons to chop the huge killing tyrant into pieces.

Chapter 257: A New Great Prophecy

The battle that took place on the bridge of the Slippery Boss was small in the entire Tarok system, but the impact of Slippery Boss's awakening was huge.

Whenever the news of the wily boss waking up spreads to a place, the waaagh's position in that place rises by two levels, and the combat effectiveness directly soars.

As a result, the combat effectiveness of the greenskins in the entire galaxy increased visibly, and the defense line, which had seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the continuous attacks of the Tyranids, became impregnable.

Every breach was counterattacked. The waaagh stance not only increased the combat effectiveness of the greenskins, but also made their technological creations stronger under the reinforcement of the waaagh stance.

Because of his research on Warp magic, the Great Devourer ordered the fleet core brain worm in the Tarok system to release a magic that detects psychic power intensity.

The appearance of the entire Tarok galaxy in his eyes had changed drastically. Above the galaxy was a huge phantom of an orc's head, and below the phantom were billions of silk threads that connected every greenskin.

This orc head was roaring and raging, roaring out the orc's war cry with all its might.

WAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!

The Zerg fleets sent to attack the Tarok galaxy were like food entering the heads of orcs. As long as they sailed in, they would be destroyed by the greenskins and there would be no possibility of getting out.

Even if there were endless swarms of insects, the greenskins would kill them all.

It is time to change the offensive strategy. The cunning boss of the orcs is a more terrifying enemy than the Demon Tyrant and the Great Demon King of the Orcs. The Great Devourer is worried whether his power in the Octareus star field can defeat such an orc boss.

Although He still has 99.99% of His power outside the Milky Way, if the mass remains unchanged, what should He do to defeat such an enemy?

New power must be sought, and the first step is to awaken one's own power, one's own swarm, at a deeper level.

In addition to the Great Devourer, on the flagship of the Flame of Vengeance, the little prophet Ovisus had an expression of surprise and sorrow on her face.

"What's the matter, my little prophet? Isn't it a good thing to find the child of destiny in the mission prophecy?" In order to make her relax, Parker Pan joked with a smile.

“Yes, I found Him.”

"Him?" Puck Pan was a little confused, then surprised. "Him!! You mean a demigod? A green-skinned orc demigod?"

"I saw Him bathed in red blood and returning in the white light of destruction. The galaxy is His battlefield, and the planets are His stairs. He will crush every battlefield and every step of the stairs step by step, and after destroying countless enemies and burying countless corpses, he will ascend to the position that belongs to Him."

On the bridge of the Flame of Vengeance, the prophecy spoken from Ovisus's voice was like a gust of cold wind, blowing the icy mood into everyone's heart.

"It sounds like... a doomsday performance by a clown troupe. I happened to see it once when I was in Comoros thirty years ago." The banshee Tylanda spoke first. "I thought their performance was about the future of mankind. They would follow our old path and fall after creating a new evil god."

"I have also heard of such a prophecy. If this prophecy is related to the green-skinned demigod, it does make sense. It may be that the threat posed by this green-skinned demigod forced the human emperor to ascend the throne."

In Ovisus's mind, the ancient sanctified Yrel said to her: "It is very normal for small prophecies to be derived from the great prophecy. The demise of mankind is inevitable. Almost all the Eldar know this great prophecy."

"Something is wrong. I've also seen the performances of the Harlequin Troupe. The followers of the God of Laughter are very rigorous. They seem to have pointed out a new god." Parker Pan interrupted.

"That is a variation of the Great Prophecy. Those humans might kill us and create a new god that will affect all species. It is precisely because of the desperate future brought about by their dance that I chose..."

Puckpan looked at Tylanda and then at Ovisus. "Seeking new prophets and new prophecies, I have heard the name of the Dark Lord, Ovisus, if the mission prophecy you are pursuing is part of the Harlequin Troupe's description of the future."

"Then our journey is just a meaningless waste of time. Although it is remarkable that you can predict the Dark Lord's prophecy... However, the future of our people has not changed."

After saying this, Parkpan looked at Ovisus with expectant eyes, hoping to hear words of denial from her.

"My mission prophecy is on another trajectory, a trajectory parallel to the Great Prophecy, and different from the prophecy of the Harlequin Troupe." Ovisus said slowly.

Pakpan first breathed a sigh of relief, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, an expression he had never seen before. Even a master as old and experienced as him was overwhelmed by Ovisus' words.

A prophecy that can be paralleled to the Great Prophecy... coming from a young prophet like Ovisus... this is too subversive to common sense. You know, every Great Prophecy has guided the code of conduct of the Eldar for tens of thousands of years.

There are countless small prophecies extending from each major prophecy, and every detail needs to be explored by the prophets.

For example, in order to avoid the catastrophic consequences caused by humans' suicidal behavior, the Great Prophet on the Uvis Ark secretly sent a large number of his tribesmen to guide humans and prevent the Emperor from becoming a god... However, the result was still a failure.

The great prophecy that ended in the destruction of mankind had such far-reaching impacts. Now that the Harlequin Troupe has predicted the birth of the Dark Lord, a new great prophecy... will make the future of the entire galaxy unclear.

It seems that what Ovisus said before was correct. This prophecy will involve all races in the galaxy.