The World-Shaking Giant Who Loved Life

832, M30 Extreme Sector.

Serenity is a beautiful planet; compared to the Death World within the galaxy, it could be described as a dark fairy tale story before bedtime.

Here, you can not only watch Dinosaurs bare their teeth with the Big Dogs on the Green Grassland, but also go into the primeval jungle to compete with trees for air. If you want to show off your courage, there are even Death World swamps shrouded in lethal toxins, where you can go and wrestle with randomly spawning Mushroom Folk.

But in the eyes of Mordred Wayne, such a colorful world is not beautiful at all, simply because this hellhole is the Warhammer Universe.

Honestly! When he learned that he had come to the Warhammer Universe, Mordred Wayne was devastated. He was like a Gretchin who had been stepped on the toe; thanks to his strong psychological endurance, otherwise he might have cried on the spot.

Although he kept chanting about loyalty, who would really want to eat shit frantically in a cesspit?

"I really don't want to come to this cesspit!!!"

"Clever Head Boss, my toilet is clogged, hurry up and use your amazing wisdom to help me!"

The door of the workshop located at the foot of the garbage mountain was kicked open from the outside. Even though the sun had set, there were still many Tall Figure gathered outside. Every pair of eyes revealed a clear stupidity, and coupled with their huge size, it always felt like this was an intelligence depression.

However, the fact is indeed so.

"Shut up! I am your chieftain, not some Clever Head Ogryn. Can't you use your brains? If you bother me again, I will perform Eleven-to-one on you."

The four-meter-tall Blonde Hair giant was Roared, as if he would punch the skull of the person in front of him in the next moment, but soon Mordred Wayne slumped on the sofa again. After all, for a group of Ogryn, asking them to repair the toilet was still too harsh.

"Rambo? Rambo, where the hell did you die? Why don't you go to work quickly? Do you want your chieftain to unclog the toilet?"

As Mordred Wayne's voice fell, a huge dog head drilled out of the crowd. Standing there with a two-and-a-half-meter-tall figure, one could feel that this black dog-man was terrifyingly strong.

Looking at the Big Dogs in front of him, the group of Ogryn instantly became happy. No one knew why they were excited, but Mordred Wayne knew that no one should bother him tonight.

Watching the Big Dogs being surrounded and taken away by a group of Ogryn, Mordred Wayne shrank back into the sofa and continued to assemble the strange machine in front of him. After all, if he didn't find something to do, he might really degenerate into a golden Ogryn.

Twelve years ago, Mordred Wayne was not called this name. He was just an ordinary graduate Named Huo Lang, the third child in his family, neither high nor low, working as a safety officer at a construction site.

Vaguely remembering, that night he was thinking about life on the toilet, suddenly saw a meteor streak across, he hurriedly made a wish, and even folded his hands on his chest quite devoutly:

"I want to have a colorful life, I don't want life to be so dead and boring. If possible, traveling to another world is not impossible. Of course! It's best to have a fairy tale world with elves, beast-eared girls, etc. Anyway, I'm not picky, very easy to satisfy!

As long as I don't have to go to work!"

Before he finished speaking, Mordred Wayne opened his eyes and saw the meteor shattered into two halves. One half flew forward, while the other half slammed straight into him.

Then there was no then. Mordred Wayne only knew that he had slept for a long time, and screams came from his ears from time to time. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a baby, and a dog head covered with fluff was grinning at him.

The name Mordred Wayne was given to him by the old dog-man Named Old Thomas, and he also Gained a new identity—Mordred Wayne.

As a relatively abstract person, Mordred Wayne was not afraid of these Giant Dogs, but instead integrated into the Dog-man Tribe very quickly.

It's a pity that good times didn't last long. At the age of eight, Old Thomas died of old age, and he became an eight-year-old child over three meters tall overnight.

An eight-year-old child surviving in the wilderness is simply looking for shit in a latrine, but fortunately, Mordred Wayne is not ordinary; he is a Primarch.

As a limited-edition figure made by the Golden Giant using unscientific technology, even if thrown into the Warp to swim in the sea of shit, others would say: "Holy shit, Primarch!!"

So in order to take care of the tribe that Old Thomas handed over to him before he died, Mordred Wayne began his operation.

Relying on the powerful force of the Primarch, Mordred Wayne unified the Green Grassland in just 3 years, and by the way, took in the group of Ogryn who could piss him off.

Whenever he recalled this decision, Mordred Wayne wanted to wake up in the middle of the night and slap himself. It's not that Ogryn are bad. In this world where the overall technology is still in the wasteland punk, Ogryn, who can be called human livestock, are indeed easy to use, but the problem is that they are too stupid!

Mordred Wayne tried his best to let these big idiots count from 1 to 100 and learn the most basic obedience, and this took him a full five years.

Although that teaching experience was very painful, whenever he thought that he could let the Ogryn learn to count, the corners of Mordred Wayne's mouth couldn't help but curl up. After all, this is a great achievement that even a Tzeentch Greater Daemon cannot do.

"Bah! Why do I have to compare with those monsters? It really dirties my brain."

"But then again, why hasn't my biological Father come to find me? Am I the Second Son or the Eleventh Brother? Heaven Knows which number the two bars on that Ewe's Womb are."

When there was no one around, Mordred Wayne always liked to talk to himself, or drag his own dog to complain frantically. After all, in this world, there are not many people he can confide in, and Ogryn is obviously not a good object to confide in.

"Fuck, why did I think of Ogryn again."

At this very moment, Mordred Wayne was like a mental patient attacking his right brain with his left brain, as if there was really an invisible person talking to him.

As the strange device on the workbench in front of him was completed, Mordred Wayne began his long-planned big plan.

This is a machine tool made of waste. Don't ask why such a thing as a machine tool would appear in a medieval savage world. After all, humans have also been rich, and places with humanoid creatures have been colonized by space.

And this machine tool, and even everything around Mordred Wayne, was picked up by him from the ruins next to the grassland.

When the Plasma Engine flickering with blue ghost light was Activated, the power was transmitted into the machine tool by gears, and pieces of steel began to be cut and deformed. Mordred Wayne knew this was stable.

Three hours later, when Rambo returned to the workshop again, ready to find a place to have a good sleep, it saw its chieftain for some reason laughing frantically like a madman, and rubbing lubricating oil on that lump of iron.

Thinking of the chieftain's previous strange actions, Rambo suddenly felt its chrysanthemum tighten, and its dog tail was tucked directly between its two furry legs.

"Boss, did I come at a bad time?"

"Hmm? No, you came at the right time!"

Grabbing his own dog, Mordred Wayne excitedly introduced his creation: "Dang dang dang! 30mm Atlas standard Bolter Pistol!!"

"Do you know what this represents?"

As a dog-man, Rambo has roughly the same body structure as a human, and of course, it also has palms that can grasp objects, so it took this wildly shaped weapon directly.

"What does it represent?"

"Hehe, of course it represents our Atlas Clan, we can blow up the whole world, Kiya!"

"I've had enough of those red tapes."