Chapter 154 Happy Greenskin
The outer layer of the ferocious battleship was made of iron sheets and spikes, as if it was made up of scrap metal.
Some parts of the hull are not even welded, just wrapped with thick iron wire.
Under the turbulence of subspace energy, the high-speed battleship swayed up and down, left and right, back and forth.
It seemed like it would fall apart in the next second.
Anyone sailing in the subspace on such a warship would feel extremely frightened.
Because such behavior is equivalent to drifting wildly in front of death.
He may die at any time without a burial place.
The passengers in the ferocious battleship did not have the slightest fear, but instead roared happily: "Waaagh!"
They are the most terrifying race in the galaxy - the Orcs.
It was a warship filled with orcs.
They are an irresistible disaster to any human civilization!
Orcs are a warrior race created by the ancient saints, often nicknamed greenskins.
Orcs look like savage humanoid beasts, but are essentially giant psychic mushrooms.
They have a simple structure and are extremely adaptable and vital.
Even injuries that may seem disabling or fatal to humans are often considered minor injuries to orcs.
Orcs are a special psychic race.
Every Orc is a born psyker, and their psychic network has nothing to do with the Warp.
Belongs to an independent LAN, and different LANs can also merge with each other.
But most of the time, orcs use psychic networks unconsciously.
Only a handful of orcs actively use this very "Waaagh" psychic network.
When enough orcs believe something.
The psychic resonance they generate can affect the real world in the form of a "Waaagh force field", turning imagination into reality.
In other words, that is the orc's "I am thinking" power.
For example, orcs generally believe that winning a battle will make them stronger, and that losers are like poor farts.
Therefore, after winning the battle, the psychic energy fluctuations generated will be fed back to the physiology.
To increase their size or achieve some kind of evolution.
On the contrary, if the orcs keep losing battles or are unable to fight.
They will degenerate, become weaker and smaller, and shrink in size.
"We are born to fight and win!"
This sentence is enough to sum up the racial characteristics of the orcs.
In addition to their physical structure, the way the orcs reproduce is also unnatural.
Their reproduction is extremely simple and efficient.
After the orcs reach adulthood, they begin to unconsciously spread a large number of spores around them, which grow when exposed to soil and reproduce asexually.
Those spores will grow into large mushrooms, and the rhizomes hidden in the ground contain the embryos of orcs.
When the time is right, they can crawl out of the ground and join the fight.
This is simply scarier than cockroaches.
And orcs continue to release reproductive spores throughout their lives, especially when injured and dead.
When one orc dies, more orcs will often grow out of the ground.
This means that when fighting them, if you cannot use high-temperature weapons to clean out the spores in time, you will kill more and more.
What's even more frightening is that the orcs are hot-tempered Tiehanhan.
But his ferocity is mixed with cunning, and he has mastered many advanced techniques.
When the Old Saints created the orcs, they incorporated a large amount of technical knowledge and learning modules into their ancestral genes.
Allowing them to fight enemies of any technology at any time, any place.
As they fight enemies, they learn and unlock new technologies.
The technology of the orcs is very metaphysical.
Tech-savvy boys rely on the knowledge left in their genes and a little bit of "I Xunsi" power to piece together any imaginable technological product from scraps.
Even though it's a little rough and can fall off parts or explode, it's surprisingly easy to use.
Like you're fighting a horde of club-wielding orcs.
Maybe while they were fighting, they suddenly found an orc taking out a musket that they didn't know how to piece together.
Slowly, they will use the rags picked up on the battlefield to assemble combat armor, heavy tanks, and even large battleships.
The smartest tech masters can even build combat satellites!
It was a huge battle space station transformed from an entire satellite, capable of accommodating the orcs' space portal and the entire orc army.
Just the gravitational tide caused by its own approach is enough to destroy everything on the surface of the planet.
Not to mention they like to use vehicles to hit people directly.
There are few planets that can withstand the impact of a combat satellite.
For orcs, living is about fighting.
They don't think death is a bad thing. As long as they have a good time before death, their life will be worthwhile.
Their philosophy is:
What a death! Be longer, boy! More guys!
The happiest thing is to fight, and the happiest thing to do is to die!
We orcs have spent our lives doing three things: fighting, winning, and robbing!
You are all shrimps, we are the strongest, we are the biggest!
We must keep winning, defeat Xiami, become a big orc, and fight a big battle!
We are the most Waaagh orcs!
Therefore, the orcs are very happy in this life, either fighting or on the way to fight.
But to other races, they are green scourges.
In view of the above racial characteristics, orcs are really scary.
When you see a green-skinned orc in the wild, there are often countless orcs nearby.
We can't take this land anymore, so run away quickly!
Those orcs are basically not something that a single planet can contend with.
The best way is to sway people and let the empire send a fleet to deal with it.
If the Imperial Fleet cannot handle it, then issue an extermination order if it's still too late.
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subspace.
Inside the ten-kilometer-long orc warship named "Kuku Ancient Giant Junk".
An orc more than three meters tall and wearing a super-heavy exoskeleton armor was standing in front of the observation porthole.
It is the beast leader of the orcs, the boss of the orcs, "Big Steel Clamp Ula".
He is the greenest, biggest, baddest, meanest orc in the tribe.
As for why it is called this name.
Just look at the large blood-stained yellow alloy pincers on its exoskeleton armor.
This large pliers is a powerful weapon that can cut through the Terminator's armor.
This iconic weapon was made by a big tech master and several tech master boys.
The big steel clamp Ula destroyed the small agricultural planet where it was born, but it was not satisfied with such a great beast.
It wants to fight a bigger battle!
So it led the orc army aboard the "Cool Ancient Giant Junk" built by Big Tech, and prepared for an unparalleled Waaagh expedition!
Big Steel Clamp Ulla narrowed his eyes.
There is no other reason than that the wind in the subspace is a bit strong.
That's right, this battleship is not sealed, and there is no alloy glass installed in front of the observation portholes.
Even with the isolation of the Geller force field and protective shield, there are still many energy storms seeping in.
Chiliwala!
Several snotlings screamed, trembling all over, and walked over against the wind.
These snot-nosed creatures drag a large map behind them.
ah--
A snotling screamed and was blown away by the wind. Unfortunately, it fell into the ship's power gear and was instantly turned into meat.
Although the Snotlings were scared, they continued to drag the map forward.
They were even more afraid of the orc boss not far ahead.
Finally, the Snotlings dragged the big map to the big steel tongs.
The big steel pliers grabbed the map and kicked these cowardly snot-nosed creatures away.
It stared at the map seriously.
It was a parchment galaxy map, full of graffiti, marking the locations of densely packed galaxies.
Waaagh——
The big steel tongs roared.
It’s so annoying and I can’t understand it!
"Go here and fight the big battle!"
It pointed randomly, poked a hole in the map, and then threw it to the technical boy next to it who was responsible for navigation.
The technical boy took a casual look, then gave the map to Snivellus, and ran to the cab.
It probably doesn't understand much either.
But it doesn't matter. As long as we have a specific goal, I can guide the warships to where they want to go with the power of thinking.
If anyone could read the map, the place where the big steel pliers poked was the Goli Sector.
And it’s a bit close to the planet Erth.
This is undoubtedly a huge disaster for the planet Erth.
The ferocious orc warship "Kuku Ancient Giant Junk" suddenly turned around and sped away in the target direction...
