Chapter 154 Happy Greenskin

The outer layer of the ferocious warship is a circle of iron sheets and spikes, as if it was temporarily pieced together with scrap copper and iron.

Some parts of the hull are not even welded, but are just wrapped with thick iron wire.

Under the turbulence of the energy of the subspace, the high-speed warship swings up and down, left and right, front and back.

It seems that it will fall apart in the next second.

Anyone who rides such a warship in the subspace will feel extremely scared.

Because such behavior is equivalent to drifting wildly in front of the god of death.

You may die without a burial place at any time.

The passengers in the ferocious warship did not have the slightest fear, but roared happily: "Waaagh!"

They are the most terrible race in the galaxy - the Orks.

It was a warship full of orc legions.

They are an irresistible disaster for any human civilization!

The Orks are a warrior race created by the ancient saints, and are often nicknamed greenskins.

The orcs look like savage humanoid beasts, but they are essentially a kind of psychic mushroom.

They have a simple structure and strong adaptability and vitality.

Even if it is considered a disabling or fatal injury to humans, it is often considered a minor injury to orcs.

Orcs are a special psychic race.

Every orc is a natural psychic, and their psychic network has nothing to do with the subspace.

It is an independent local area network, and different local area networks can also merge with each other.

But most of the time, orcs use the psychic network unconsciously.

Only a very small number of orcs can actively use this very "Waaagh" psychic network.

When enough orcs believe in something.

The psychic resonance they generate can affect the real world in the form of a "Waaagh force field" and turn imagination into reality.

In other words, that is the power of "I think" of orcs.

For example, orcs generally believe that winning a battle will make them stronger, and the loser is like a poor fart.

Therefore, after winning a battle, the psychic fluctuations generated will be fed back to the physiology.

Make their body size increase or achieve some kind of evolution.

On the contrary, if orcs keep losing battles or cannot fight.

They will degenerate, become weaker and weaker, and shrink in size.

"We are born to fight and win!"

This sentence is enough to summarize the racial characteristics of orcs.

In addition to the physiological structure, the reproduction method of orcs is also very amazing.

Their reproduction is extremely simple and efficient.

After adulthood, orcs begin to unconsciously spread a large number of spores around, growing when they meet soil, and reproducing asexually.

Those spores will grow into large mushrooms, and the rhizome capsules hidden underground are pregnant with orc embryos.

When the time is ripe, they can crawl out of the ground and participate in the fight.

This is even more terrible than cockroaches.

Moreover, orcs continuously release reproductive spores throughout their lives, especially when they are injured and die.

When an orc dies, more orcs often grow out of the ground.

This means that when fighting with them, if you cannot use high-temperature weapons to clean up the spores in time, there will be a situation where more and more are killed.

What's more terrible is that although orcs are irritable iron fools.

But they are fierce and cunning, and they have mastered many advanced technologies.

When the ancient saints created the orcs, they incorporated a lot of technical knowledge and learning modules into their ancestral genes.

This allows them to fight any technological enemy at any time and any place.

As they fight the enemy, they will continue to learn and unlock new technologies.

The technology of the orcs is very metaphysical.

The technical tyrants can use the knowledge left in their genes and a little bit of "I think" to piece together any imaginable technological product from scraps.

Even if it is a bit rough, it will fall off or explode, but it is surprisingly easy to use.

For example, you fight against a tribe of orcs wielding wooden sticks.

You may suddenly find that an orc has taken out a musket that he doesn't know how to piece together.

Slowly, they will use the scraps picked up on the battlefield to assemble combat armor, heavy tanks, and even large battleships.

The smartest big technical tyrants can even build combat satellites!

That is a huge combat space station transformed from an entire satellite, which can accommodate 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 that they like to use vehicles to hit people directly.

There are almost no planets that can withstand the impact of combat satellites.

For orcs, life is for fighting.

They don't think death is a bad thing. As long as they have a good fight before death, this life is worth it.

Their philosophy is:

Die more! Grow more boys! Get more guys!

Fighting is the happiest, and dying is also happy!

We orcs do three things in our lives: fight, win, and rob!

You are all shrimps, we are the strongest and the biggest!

We must always win, defeat shrimps, become big orcs, and fight big battles!

We are the most waaagh orcs!

Therefore, orcs are very happy in their lives. They are either fighting or on the way to fight.

But to other races, they are green disasters.

Given the above racial characteristics, orcs are really terrifying.

When you see a green-skinned orc in the wild, there are often countless orcs nearby.

We can’t take this land, run away!

Those orcs are basically not something that a single planet can contend with.

The best way is to mobilize people and let the Empire send a fleet to deal with them.

If even the Imperial Fleet can’t handle it, then issue an extermination order, if it’s still in time.

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Subspace.

Inside the ten-kilometer-long orc warship named "Cool Ancient Giant Garbage".

More than three meters tall, an orc wearing super-heavy exoskeleton armor is standing in front of the observation porthole.

It is the leader of the orcs, the orc boss "Big Steel Claw·Ula".

It is the greenest, largest, worst, and most stingy orc in the tribe.

As for why it is called this name.

Just look at the bloody yellow alloy pliers on its exoskeleton armor.

This big pliers is a powerful weapon that can cut off the Terminator armor.

This iconic weapon was made by Big Tech and several Tech Boys.

Big Steel Claw·Ula destroyed the small agricultural planet where it was born, but it is not satisfied with such a great beast life.

It wants to fight a bigger battle!

So it led the orc army and boarded the "Cool Ancient Giant Garbage" made by the Great Techba, preparing for an extremely Waaagh expedition!

Big Steel Claw Ula narrowed his eyes.

There was no other reason, it was just that the wind in the subspace was a bit strong.

That's right, this warship is not sealed, and there is no alloy glass installed in front of the observation porthole.

Even with the isolation of the Geller force field and the protective shield, there are still a lot of energy storms that penetrate in.

Jili wala!

Several snot monsters cried, they trembled all over, and walked against the wind.

These snot monsters dragged a large map behind them.

Ah——

A snot monster screamed and was blown away by the wind, unfortunately fell into the power gear of the ship, and immediately turned into a meat paste.

Although the snot monsters were afraid, they continued to drag the map forward.

They were more afraid of the orc boss not far ahead.

Finally, the snot monsters dragged the large map to the side of the big steel claw.

The big steel pliers grabbed the map and kicked the cowardly snot monsters away.

It stared with big eyes and looked at the map seriously.

It was a parchment galaxy map, full of graffiti and densely marked with the locations of galaxies.

Waaagh——

The big steel pliers roared.

So annoying, I can't understand it!

"Go here to fight a big battle!"

It pointed randomly, poked a hole in the map, and threw it to the technical tyrant boy who was responsible for navigation next to it.

The technical tyrant boy took a random look, stuffed the map to the snot monster, and ran to the cockpit.

It probably didn't understand it very well.

But it doesn't matter. As long as there is a specific goal, my thinking power can guide the warships to where they want to go.

If someone can understand the map, the place where the big steel pliers poked is the Goli star area.

And it is a bit close to the Ers star.

This is undoubtedly a huge disaster for the Ers star.

The ferocious "Kukugujuji" Orc warship suddenly turned around and rushed towards the target...