Will the Krorks of the Age of Paradise Return to the Galaxy?

The interior corridors of the wrecked ship Eternal Dusk.

"This place really stinks."

Ten-Timer shut down the external air circulation system, keeping the foul-smelling air out.

Upon arriving near the wrecked ship Eternal Dusk, Qin Yun immediately issued the order to attack.

Players form squads and use the complex terrain of the abandoned ship to infiltrate the flanks of the Ork army and try to take down the orc Ork Warlord.

Space Wolves and other Imperium form the main force to attack the Ork fortress, creating opportunities for the player.

"Stop complaining." Warmaster used the acquired scan data to create a battlefield situation map and shared it with the rest of the team.

At this moment, the Imperium forces, led by Space Wolves, launched an offensive.

Explosions could be heard from afar every now and then.

"You won't even let me talk to you? Are you trying to become a dictator?" Ten-Timer complained.

"With your complaints, will you be able to silence that Orks leader?" Strategist said.

"It won't kill me, but it will make me feel better."

"..."

The players chatted as they ran quickly.

They were all dressed in massive Hellfire Inceptor Power Armor, each step they took producing a dull thud.

However, the bulkiness of the armor did not affect their speed of movement in the slightest.

In just a few minutes, they had traversed several kilometers of abandoned ship area and were approaching their target location.

The closer they got to the Ork fortress, the more frequent and intense the explosions became.

It can also clearly feel the vibrations of the ground.

It's easy to imagine what the main battlefield had become.

Along the way, we saw more and more sporangia, fungal mulches, and veins that transport special nutrient solutions.

Ork reproduce differently from other races.

They do not need to mate or be pollinated.

Once they emerge from their cocoons, they unconsciously release a large number of spores into the air.

These spores, once they find a suitable environment, will multiply rapidly, forming a self-consistent fungal ecosystem.

In a very short period of time, it is possible to completely change the ecological environment of a planet.

Let giant Mushroom grow all over the surface of the planet.

After the ecological environment is altered, the roots and stems of giant Mushroom will develop bulging cocoons.

Ork will grow out of the cocoons.

They will grow inside their cocoons until they reach adulthood before crawling out.

Of course, this growth process won't last too long.

Sometimes, in just a few days, Ork can grow to the point where they can be deployed as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"Anomaly reported. There are spore clusters in the area ahead. Everyone, prepare for battle."

The Warmaster looked at the tactics panel and signaled to everyone to stop chatting and prepare for battle.

Ten-Timer and the others stopped bluffing and formed a tactical formation to advance.

They passed through a silo gate and entered a spacious, abandoned hall.

The hall was filled with clusters of green sporangia.

They were densely packed together; I don't know how many there were.

Players can see the Orks growing inside through the not-so-thick sporangium walls.

"This is their cocoon."

Ten-Timer stepped forward and tapped the sporangium wall a few times with his hand. The little Ork inside opened its eyes and bared its teeth at him.

"Burn them," the Warmaster ordered.

Several players equipped with Flamer came up, pulled the triggers, and scorching flames shot out from the muzzles, igniting the fungal sporangia.

The Orks screamed in the flames until he turned to ashes and grease.

As the players continued forward, the original spore sacs turned into white ash that floated in the air.

"I feel like we're being a bit cruel."

The Twisted Man looked at the pile of spores turned to ashes and recalled the screams of the little Orks.

"Why don't you say that to the inhabitants of those planets that were ravaged by the Orks 'WAAAGH'? See if they'll smash your dog head in."

Ten-Timer looked at his friend with a tone full of disdain.

"The Orks creatures have a lot of fun killing humans," the Turtle added. "So don't feel guilty about killing them."

"You're not Orks, how do you know he's begging for mercy?! He might be yelling, 'WAAAGH, so satisfying, so happy!'"

Strategist's words almost made everyone burst out laughing.

A few black lines appeared on the forehead of the Twisted Man. "Your line of thinking is too hellish."

Ten-Timer nodded in agreement.

"Even if Strategist goes to hell, all the demons will have to call him boss."

"Enemies are approaching," the Warmaster warned, and multiple hostile creature signals appeared on the tactics panel.

Clearly, the players' act of burning the spore sacs attracted the attention of the Orks.

"30, 40, 50...100...500..."

Warmaster frowned as he watched the rapidly increasing number of red dots.

"So many!! Did they realize we were going to launch a surprise attack and send them to stop us?" Ten-Timer said. "This Ork Warlord is a bit too clever for his own good?"

"I have a feeling something's not right. There's definitely something fishy about this Ork Warlord!!"

The Twisted Man raised his Warhammer, and bright arcs of electricity illuminated the dim corridor.

"Never mind all that. As long as that Ork Warlord has any health left, today is his death day."

"My great axe is thirsting for blood," said the Wrist Bro. "Skull offered to the throne, blood sacrificed to the God-Emperor."

"Khorne's authority will eventually be handed over to the Emperor by fanatics like you," Ten-Timer retorted.

Footsteps sounded.

Thousands of Orks appeared at the end of the corridor, roaring and brandishing crude weapons.

Warmaster gripped the Power Sword tightly with both hands and activated it, instantly causing bright arcs of electricity to wrap around the blade.

He took heavy steps and charged ahead of the Orks.

The others fired their guns as they charged after him.

The bombs are very powerful; a single bullet can kill one or more Ork, shattering their bodies into pieces.

The Orks roared and fired his gun.

They all carried huge muskets, and when they pulled the triggers, the sound was as loud as thunder.

However, most of the musket bullets hit the walls and Smallpox.

Even the few that do hit will have their impact neutralized by the deflection force field.

It can only produce clanging sounds on the player's armor; it can't even scratch the paint.

Warmaster charged into the horde of beasts, wielding his longsword and easily piercing the breastplate of the first Ork, penetrating its heart.

The Ork was incredibly heavy, yet he was sent flying by the Warmaster's direct impact.

The other Ork roared and charged at him.

The Warmaster ignored the fallen Ork and began to kill his second target.

He slashed one Ork with his sword, dodged another Ork's blade, and knocked him down with his fist.

The Warmaster's Two-handed Sword skills were already at the highest level, even faintly touching the level of perfection.

I'm just one step away from maxing out my Two-handed Sword skill.

His movements were swift and decisive; every swing of his sword was meticulously calculated to ensure the swift elimination of every enemy.

Before long, more than a dozen Ork fell at his feet.

After the melee broke out, players like the Twisted Man stopped reloading and opted for close-quarters combat.

As always, Ten-Timer unleashed his psionic magic, unleashing a torrent of violent lightning and flames that tore apart swathes of Ork.

As always, Wrist Bro was immersed in the joy of mowing down enemies in Musou mode.

Since obtaining that Bloodthirsty Axe,

His killing speed increased dramatically, comparable to that of Ten-Timer, a mage.

"You bastard, you've definitely been targeted by Old K." The Twisted Man complained as he looked at the Wrist Bro who had cleaved the Ork in two with a single axe strike.

"It's okay, I'll just cut off the second one someday."

With a flick of his Wrist Bro, the old man beheaded another charging Orks.

Khorne, who had been watching Wrist Bro Khorne, nodded silently upon hearing these words and continued to bless the Bloodthirsty Axe in Wrist Bro's hand.

Khorne was eager to see the Wrist Bro wielding his battle axe and storm into the Brass Domain.

He defeated many demons under his command, including Angrath, Ka'Bandha, and Angron, and they came to stand before him, challenging him.

He was then easily defeated by his own overwhelming power.

Realizing the gap in power, the human knelt before the Brass Throne, received the blessing, and became the most powerful killing incarnation in the Brass Domain.

The fact that the second brother was trying to exploit loopholes also attracted the attention of the other three Chaos Gods.

They also followed the example of the second brother, blessing the weapon of the guy they admired.

Exercising influence through weapons

I'll wait until the day I can bring these guys under my control.

Roar!!

A roar rang out.

An even larger Ork Boss appeared on the battlefield.

It holds a huge machete in one hand, while the other hand is encased in a Power Klaw.

Warmaster kicked one of the Ork aside and faced off against the Ork Boss.

The Ork Boss was much larger than the other Ork, with a robust physique and thick muscles.

He was wearing a suit of armor covered in spikes, with skulls pierced through his back as decoration.

His eyes, like rubies, were set in his face, which resembled withered tree bark.

Metal was also installed on his chin, and a set of shiny metal teeth was particularly eye-catching.

The Ork Boss roared and launched an attack on the Warmaster.

He swung his machete and slashed down at the Warmaster.

The sound of something cutting through the air suddenly arose.

The Warmaster swung his sword to parry.

Clang~

The clash of the two weapons produced a terrifying sound.

The Ork Boss swung his claws, trying to smash the human's head in front of him.

The Warmaster took a step back, causing the opponent's attack to miss.

Then, seizing an opening, he swung his sword and stabbed the opponent in the abdomen.

The Ork Boss let out a painful roar, trying to swing his claws to drive away the human who had injured him.

But Warmaster's reaction speed was even faster.

He ducked to avoid the Ork Boss's claws.

Seizing the opportunity again, he swung his sword and beheaded the other man.

With their Ork Boss killed, the Ork's morale plummeted, and they began to show signs of defeat.

The players' morale soared, and they pressed on with renewed vigor.

They cut melons and vegetables along the way.

After the last Ork tried to turn and run away was shot in the head, all the Ork were slaughtered.

The entire corridor was filled with severed limbs and broken bodies left behind after a fierce battle, creating a scene resembling a battlefield.

But players like Warmaster were already used to this kind of killing.

They didn't linger; they moved on, stepping over the Ork corpses.

After several battles along the way, they reached the flank of the Ork army.

At this moment, the Space Wolves and Imperium forces had already launched their attack.

Most of the Ork's attention was drawn to the main battlefield.

The player squad attacked from the flank, piercing through the weak Ork defenses like arrows, and heading straight for the Ork Warlord's rear.

The Ork Warlord were the largest in size.

He stood like a colossal Gargant on the battlefield.

His teeth alone were as thick as tree trunks, and he wielded an enormous Warhammer capable of easily shattering a tank into pieces.

In addition, the Ork Warlord's body surface surged with exaggerated, materialized WAAAGH power.

The Ork Warlord swung his Warhammer, easily smashing the player who attacked him into a bloody pulp.

The released WAAGH power can easily send players flying or burn them to ashes.

This was an extremely difficult battle.

The Ork Warlord's power was inexhaustible; the WAAAGH force fields of countless Ork were connected, becoming the source of his power.

His formidable muscles and heavy armor allowed him to withstand exaggerated injuries.

No single player could possibly defeat such a being.

Players cooperated and divided tasks, much like when battling a world boss.

Players specializing in the Ecclesiarchy are responsible for applying buffs, Mechanicus Player handle healing and damage output, Melee Player are responsible for drawing the attention of the Ork Warlord.

Even with excellent teamwork, the casualties were still heavy, with players being smashed into mincemeat or turned to ashes by the power of WAAAGH.

The Space Wolves were terrified.

Even if they were allowed to go up, the situation wouldn't be much better.

Even if we win, it will be a brutal victory.

"Kneel down."

Enveloped in spiritual energy, his eyes blazing with light, Ten-Timer roared like a god.

The Old Thirteen and the other Psyker stood behind Ten-Timer, channeling all their psychic energy into him.

The Old Thirteen is physically stronger than Ten-Timer, but he is not as skilled as Ten-Timer in the finesse of using spiritual energy.

Choosing Ten-Timer to control the power of all Psyker is the best option.

Ten-Timer lived up to expectations, and with the help of everyone, he managed to break through the Ork Warlord's WAAAGH force field and lock his limbs.

But he also paid a price.

His excessive use of psionic energy caused his head to explode.

Other Psyker, on the other hand, suffered from exhaustion due to overuse of their psionic abilities; even someone with Old Thirteen's physique couldn't withstand it.

"Shi Lang's Head-Exploding Technique are getting more and more powerful." The Twisted Man, now only half a body, watched his good brother fall and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

The Bald Monk, who had been fighting all along, seized the opportunity and ran away while roaring.

He charged forward and used the Winter War Axe to behead the psionic Ork Warlord.

Its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The terrifying power of WAAAGH formed a storm that swept in all directions with tremendous force.

With the Ork Warlord killed, the remaining Ork began to crumble.

The originally deadlocked battlefield situation degenerated into a one-sided massacre.

"I will not fail Russ and my Allfather."

The Bald Monk, holding the Winter War Axe high, charged towards the rout of the Ork.

Many Space Wolves cheered and followed behind him.

"You made an absolutely correct choice. In the future, he will be a powerful Sons of Russ."

Bjorn stepped forward and stood beside Logan, both looking at the Bald Monk in the crowd.

After killing the Ork Warlord, the Ork fortress was destroyed under the Imperium's fierce firepower, and many human compatriots who had been captured by the Ork and enslaved were also rescued.

The remaining Ork suffered heavy casualties and fled to various parts of the wrecked ship.

But with the Imperium's further purges, these Ork will soon be completely wiped out.

Qin Yun arrived on the battlefield only after the war had ended.

Just as he was using his skills to heal the wounded, Logan and Stormcaller Njal came over, bringing with them a black box locked with chains.

"Living Saint, you should take a look at this."

Under Qin Yun's puzzled gaze, Logan ordered his men to open the boxes they were carrying.

Inside lay a Blackstone Scepter, brimming with Supernatural.

"How did this thing end up in the hands of Ork?"

Qin Yun bent down and stroked the Blackstone Scepter in the box.

He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the Scepter.

Clearly, it was this Blackstone Scepter that created the orc Ork Warlord with terrifying WAAAGH power.

"Because someone is helping them, intending to restore them to the scale of the War in Heaven."

A ragged man, who had just been rescued, suddenly appeared.

He informed Qin Yun of news that was enough to shake the Imperium of Man.

P. S.: Here's another chapter. Thanks for your support, everyone.