Atlas Orks Speak

When it comes to biological weapons, no race is as "perfect" as the Orks.

Extremely high reproduction rate, powerful physical qualities, production costs so low as to be practically non-existent, Old Ones technology loaded into genes, spontaneously formed social structure, and Waaaagh Energy field formed as their numbers accumulate.

No matter how you look at it, the Orks are a perfect biological weapon, capable of achieving maximum results with minimal cost.

Furthermore, the Orks can not only breed cannon fodder to fight the Tyranid in a digestive war, but also create super-powerful units such as Ork Warboss, warlords, and even the Horus the Second Brother.

From the most basic Squigs, the Gretchin that lets out a sharp scream when its toes are stepped on, to the Ork Boyz who can rival the Astra Militarum, the Ork Warboss who holds his own against the Space Marines, and even the Beast warlord who is no less powerful than the Space Marine.

These units all prove the value of the Old Ones technology. To put it bluntly, the current Orks are already a degenerated version, and would be nothing more than cannon fodder during the War in Heaven.

Even so, the Orks remain a universally disliked scourge in the galaxy, and have established numerous Ork Empire that still thrive today.

Like the Aeldari, the Orks, being the youngest sons of the Old Ones, are also Psychic Power race. With the My Thinking Power, the Orks are fully capable of doing some incredible things.

Take, for example, the two Orks gods Horus the Second Brother. These two devils are racial gods built from the racial ideology of the Orks, and they are among the strongest, capable of challenging the Four Merchants Vendors.

However, it's important to note that the Orks' My Thinking Power is not omnipotent. Their thinking technology cannot surpass that of the Old Ones, but the Old Ones' technology has already reached its limit. This is a case of being stuck in one direction and unable to succeed at both ends.

Moreover, the more powerful the Orks, the more scientifically they designed their war machines. At least the Orks' slugs were more logical than the Imperium of Man's Thunderhawk, which relied solely on Brute Force.

Simply put, Orks are a bunch of spirited young men who can increase their "cool factor" by fighting, showing off, and doing tough things. They then use this cool factor to generate gold coins from the Waaaagh field, making themselves even more powerful and domineering!

And the Horus the Second Brother, who is based at the pinnacle of the Orks race, is undoubtedly the most prestigious beast!

With just a howl, they can mobilize countless Ork Boy using Waaaagh Energy, including Mordred, of course.

It wasn't that Mordred was being abstract; he genuinely couldn't resist shouting along with the Orks.

Actually, it's not his fault at all. It's because Mordred originally had Orks blood, and you could even say that Atlas, who were developed using his Gene-Seed, were a completely new breed of black Orks.

The Orks have Waaaagh Field, Atlas has Mind Network Amplification; the Orks can't control their urge to fight, and Atlas can't control his Free Looting; while the Atlas Orks have the My Thinking Power, though not as strong.

Even when Mordred to godhood, Atlas had already developed a mycelial network through successive generations, which could be described as a group of humanoid mushrooms. If your hand was broken, you could just wipe it with a bottle of hand sanitizer and it would stick back on.

At that time, no one noticed because Atlas and his entire army had ascended to demonic power, but if you look closely, you'll find that the reason Atlas ascended to demonic power was because of Mordred.

Mordred was forced to ascend to godhood primarily because she was fed cream puffs by the Four Gods, but this was just the trigger. The real reason was the racial sacrifice of the Lizardmen.

The Lizardmen were created by Mordred using his own flesh and blood to breed with the Orks.

In other words, at the moment Mordred ascended to godhood, he was not only the fifth Chaos God, Lord of Greedy Dissolution, but also the third Orks god after Gork and Mork and Brother Mo!

Moreover, it's a completely new breed, a tournament-level Orks, at least a five-cost card.

So when Horus the Second Brother discovered a strange creature that looked somewhat like Orks, but upon closer inspection seemed off, it immediately sent out a tentative call.

But Mordred responded anyway.

In an instant, a tentacle extended from the Warp Projection formed by the entire Orks. Before Mordred could even react, it traversed time and space, groping him up and down, trying to determine what it was.

The result was that even Horus the Second Brother couldn't figure out what this thing was. It had a certain resemblance to Orks, but it didn't quite look like Orks either. It was a jumbled mess of things—was it some kind of new species?

It's like a husky getting mixed up with a pack of wolves. They look alike, they even have a blood relationship, but something just doesn't feel right.

But they recognized the Fel Energy in Mordred, or rather, the part of the Fel Energy that possessed the Star God Power.

A closer sniff reveals a slightly spicy aroma—this is Burning One! Then, upon further tasting, it has a familiar, almost eccentric quality—isn't this Void Dragon?

Now I see, it turns out they're using the # faction! It's just like the KGB submitting their resumes to the CIA in 1991, are you kidding me?

Even a race god like Horus the Second Brother had never seen such an anomaly as Mordred. He had no shame and dared to pledge allegiance to the C'tan. The C'tan had been shattered into dust, yet he still pledged allegiance to him.

This is no ordinary traitor; we must Strike Hard. We don't have poor relatives like you. Get out of here.

All of this happened in an instant. In Tu'Shan and Gregor's eyes, the Great Commander had just put his hand on the flames and was yelling loudly when his head was turned green.

Before they could even react to why the Great Commander had suddenly turned green, a rather savage Ork Phantom appeared in front of Mordred and began slapping him on the head.

"Waaaagh, you mutant brat, today I'm going to smash your head open for betraying the enemy, for betraying the enemy—"

Because it happened so suddenly, even Mordred didn't react immediately. After being slapped twice for no reason, he got angry and grabbed the phantom of the Gao Ge by the neck and started headbutting it.

"Who the hell are you? You dare hit me? I'll strangle you!"

Regardless of why Mordred thought she could strangle an Energy Projection, the child, though not very bright, had plenty of strength and managed to strangle the projection until it was spitting blood.

"Behind, behind!"

"What do you mean 'behind'? Shut up! Can't you see I'm busy?"

Mordred looked up and saw Tu'Shan and Gregor pointing behind him in horror. Through their pupils, he saw a cunning-looking, sleazy Orks wielding a spiked club, ready to strike him on the head.

"Smack~"

With a crisp sound, a sonic boom instantly erupted, and Mordred's skull was smashed open, spraying red and white matter outwards, splattering the two commanders with brain matter.

"Pah! I can tell at a glance you're a stupid kid. If we see this freak again, we'll give you another whack."

Mordred had been brutally shot in the head from behind, did not hear this extremely insulting remark. He, a Primarch and a retired veteran of the Warp, was now being looked down upon by the Orks.

But when those brain matter turned into blood vessels and surged towards the headless body, Mordred grew a brain again, the two unscrupulous Orks projections actually slipped away, leaving him alone, bewildered in the wind.

"Great Commander, are you alright?"

"Good my ass! Why didn't you warn me when I was ambushed? Why didn't you help when you saw it?"

The two were incredibly aggrieved. They had clearly warned him, but he wouldn't let them shut up! And before they could even react, he'd been smashed over the head with a stick.

This was Mordred's second setback today. He had a feeling that his luck wasn't good today, and sure enough, when he checked the calendar, it was September 9th.

"Tzeentch birdman, this must be your doing. I'll deal with you first when I have a free moment."

Tzeentch, unwittingly framed, remained oblivious, but even if he knew, he would stubbornly insist, "It was all part of the plan."

Fortunately, Mordred had a wild imagination and quickly calmed down from his impotent rage. Although he was inexplicably shot in the head, he still gained something by learning where his black friends were.

Mordred actually had some speculation about the Primarch's whereabouts. Perturabo and Koz were skinned and killed by Tzeentch. With these two God-Human serving him, it felt even better than bringing him back to the Empire.

Magnus, already a master of unparalleled wisdom, was fighting the Khorne. With Omega, God-Human among God-Human, by his side, the Khorne were truly fortunate. Their only reliable ally was the Butcher's Nail Wetware.

Needless to say, Slaanesh, with Ferrus' complete demise, his dead head turned to ash, and Mordred speculated that it would return to its original form, the Steel Sin Serpent.

This can be learned from the intelligence provided by Mortarion. The Steel Sin Serpent is in a state of attacking the right brain with its left brain. But there is no doubt that the compatibility between any Ferrus and the Slaanesh is extremely poor, and it can be said that it is a reverse enhancement.

The identities of those who were abducted are now clear. Of the remaining good brothers, the Khan brought them back, but then lost them again.

Horus should be inside his greatsword. He can be found by finding his Ashen Herald. Now that we know where Horus Vulkan, the only unknowns are the Sanguinius, A-Fa, Dorn, Fulgrim, and Corax.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are all still alive.

As long as they were alive, Mordred believed he would find them one day. But before that, he had an important task to complete: to destroy the Orctavius Empire, which was sandwiched between Serenity and Nightfall Star.

How can others sleep peacefully on my bed? The current Ork Empire of Orctavius was once the border region led by Atlas, with White Scars, the Son of the Emperor, Salamanders joining in governance.

Thinking of this, Mordred turned his gaze to Tu'Shan who infuriated him. "Boy, now that you know your father's whereabouts, I'll ask you, with the Salamanders' current strength, can you rescue Vulkan?"

If my brother returns and sees his legion in this state, then every single one of you is a criminal who rose through the ranks by sheer power. You Salamanders can't even muster 1,000 men, yet you dream of saving the Primarch? You're dreaming."

Mordred, a believer in efficiency, was fed up with arguing with this guy and issued a final notice, stating that if he couldn't do as he was told, then the Salamanders had no reason to exist.

I will revoke the Salamanders' legion designation and establish the "New Salamanders" with the Blood of the Source Repository in my hands, just as the Imperial Fists's legitimacy rests with the Black Templars.

Upon hearing this, Gregor lowered his head in frustration, resigned to his fate.

Patting Tu'Shan on the shoulder, Mordred gave a final warning. "I am the Great Commander. My power in this empire is limitless. Don't think that I'm just a nice Second Uncle. When I lose my temper, even I'm afraid of myself."

Five years. I'm only giving you five years. After five years, I'm going all in to completely annihilate the Orcish Ork Empire of Orctavius. You don't want us to switch sides without the Salamanders, do you?

"Great Commander, you cannot strip us of our honor!"

"That depends on how you perform."

There's always a reason why someone is pitiful. The Salamanders was too kind, so kind that he didn't fit in with everyone else. But in this dark galaxy, kindness comes at a price.

He learned Vulkan's naiveté, but only naiveté. You see, while Vulkan was naive, he was also quite unserious. How could someone who keeps a diary be serious?

Regardless of the circumstances, Mordred's goal is to merge Chapter into legions and expand the size of legions. Times have changed, and if these so-called traditions cannot be changed, then there is no need for those who cannot keep up with the times to exist.

After discovering the Primarch's whereabouts, Tu'Shan stopped being stubborn and readily accepted Atlas's so-called aid.

However, he still asked, "If we hand the new recruits over to you, Great Commander, where will you take them? Will this method produce qualified Salamanders?"

Mordred, who had put his arm around Tu'Shan's shoulder and leaned down, didn't look like the Primarch at all. Instead, he looked more like a bandit. "Don't worry, you've all seen my Atlas. In terms of individual combat skills, only the Dark Angels can hold their own against us. I guarantee that I will train the new blood you sent to me into a seasoned veteran."

You can doubt my character, but you can't doubt my Second Uncle. Legion culture can be cultivated later; what we need now is Combat Power.

"Then we'll dump these greenhorns in the Catachan wilderness for three months of survival training, then give them two and a half years of intensive intensive training in the training camp. One year we'll take them to fight Webway War, another year we'll take them to fight Daemon, and finally, we'll send them back to you for the last six months to heal their psychological wounds. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Tu'Shan was no ordinary recruit. As Legion Commander, and the Legion Commander of the First Founding, Tu'Shan had seen the Greyshields who had been sent to the Catachan training camp for intensive training.

They went without a word, and even the most arrogant soldiers were brought back to be completely subdued, constantly pleading for the Great Commander's favor, fearing they would be dragged back to fill in the gaps.

Moreover, they can't die even if they want to. Even if their bodies are blown to pieces, as long as their souls remain, Atlas can be resurrected. However, the price of this resurrection becomes a debt that the Chapter needs to repay.

As a result, some small Chapter eventually couldn't afford their debts and ended up selling themselves into Atlas Mo's private army, doing shady jobs to pay off their debts.

Furthermore, according to rumors, even if they truly die, they will be resurrected and become part of the Cursed Legion.

Those who graduated from the Catachan training camp all demonstrated exceptional combat skills upon returning to their original units, readily employing various insidious tactics, and their survival abilities were truly outstanding.

With things having come to this point, Tu'Shan had no reason to refuse and immediately promised to send the first batch of recruits a month later.

While Atlas's war machines were running at full speed, preparing for the upcoming great battle, Jubal Khan, stationed far away in Chagoris, looked at the Legion's chief Storm Seer, Sahari, with a hint of confusion. "I don't understand. You said you received the Primarch's Psychic Power communication, but I recognize the individual words, and I can't understand them when they're put together."

Sahari said he couldn't understand it either. For this reason, he specially sought out the elder Narisong Khan, who had followed the Primarch in the Great Crusade, to have the elder confirm the authenticity of the handwriting. The elder's assessment was that it was absolutely true!

"Commander, should we deliver this letter—this letter—to the Primarch?"

"No, please don't! Let me think about it some more."