Unexpected Joy

Mars, once a silent red planet, is now a solid fortress of the Adeptus Mechanicus's iron will and endless wisdom.

Towering metal spires, like a steel forest, stand on the Martian desert, each containing the Adeptus Mechanicus's endless pursuit of technology and perfection.

"Hiss~ Is this really a place of the Martian Adeptus Mechanicus?" Francis rubbed his chin, looking somewhat confused.

The others looked at everything happening before them and weren't too sure either. "Uh, the navigator definitely said it was here."

"So, Mars has fallen?"

Francis looked strangely at the scene before him.

"Waaagh!"

Ork warriors, riding in the "War Cry," modified from old spacecraft, roared through the sky accompanied by deafening rock music, leaving trails of sparks and cheers.

The Adeptus Mechanicus's Titans advanced with precise steps, holding Power Swords; on the other hand, Ork warriors brandished all sorts of "homemade weapons."

"Waaagh!"

A squad of Orks attempted to jump over the defense line using their "Super Trampoline" (actually a gravity-defying device that was accidentally activated).

As a result, not only did they lose control in mid-air, but they also inadvertently activated the automated defense system on the tower, sending all the Orks flying.

Countless Servitors and Skeleton Warriors charged towards the Ork horde, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Such a passionate scene unfolded before Francis, and his heart trembled.

"What's going on? How did you get invaded by Orks here?" Salpador contacted the Adeptus Mechanicus through the Star Whisperer.

"What? Because you were experimenting, Orks leaked out. In a few days, from a few to half the planet?"

Hearing this, Salpador was stunned, and the others were too.

This is ridiculous!

The proud headquarters of the Adeptus Mechanicus invaded by Orks?

What a fantastical event, even the Emperor wouldn't believe it!

"Hahaha~ I get it, I get it!" Francis covered his face and laughed heartily.

"They must have seen that I mastered Ork Technology and thought they could do the same? They messed up."

Fabius was even more shocked at this moment. "What? You've mastered Ork Technology?!!"

"Primarch, what do we do? The Orks will be here soon!" Salpador looked anxiously at the Orks on the ground assembling a cannon from scrap metal.

"What do we do? We'll improvise."

"Send them a message saying we're coming in."

"Know your enemy, cheers!"

Saying that, Francis took out some Ork Blood from a box.

Gulp gulp gulp~

That familiar, sticky, and foul taste made Francis unable to stop!

"Wooo! Here I come!"

Francis leaped, jumping directly off the battleship.

Fabius's eyes widened like saucers, and he stammered, "The... the Primarch... he... he turned into an Ork?!"

When he turned to look at the Soul Drinkers, he found them calmly sailing the battleship away.

"Waaagh!" Francis roared happily.

Bang!

As the heavy dust settled, the Ork version of Francis made a limited-time return!

The Orks who were assembling their cannon looked at him in confusion, tilting their heads.

"Brother, how can you fly?"

An Ork with a bandana tied around its head looked at him; it was clearly the squad leader.

Francis didn't speak. Instead, he gave the other Ork a thumbs-up and then rotated it ninety degrees.

The surrounding Orks saw this and became excited.

The Orks spontaneously formed a circle around the two of them, cheering them on, with shouts of "Waaagh!!" rising one after another.

"Roar!! Waaagh!!"

The bandana-wearing Ork's eyes turned red, and it swung the crude weapon cobbled together from scrap metal at Francis!

Clang! Francis caught the big club with one hand and then punched the opponent hard in the chest.

Bang! A large hole was directly punched through, and he roared excitedly, "Do you yield?!"

Bandana Ork: "No!"

Then Francis snatched the opponent's club, grabbed him, and slammed him to the ground, tearing off his ear and roaring, "Your chest has a hole, and you still don't yield?!"

"I won't yield even if you kill me! What do you mean my chest has a big hole?"

The turbaned Ork was preparing to counterattack. Upon hearing this, he looked up and saw the large hole in his chest before collapsing to the ground.

Francis stood up directly from the opponent's body, raised his weapon high, and let out a deafening "Waaagh!!"

The surrounding Orks watched, their blood boiling, and joined the cheering crowd.

"Waaagh!"

"Waaagh!!"

Just as they were cheering, countless Servitors, whose bodies had been largely replaced by mechanical parts, had their hands transformed into electro-whips and cutting claws. "Ugh ugh ugh~"

They charged numbly at the Orks, constantly swinging their arms, tearing apart the Orks in front of Francis, while also being torn apart by the Orks themselves.

More Orks equipped their electro-whips and cutting claws, then charged at the enemy like a suicide mission.

Time seemed to slow down significantly at this moment, and Francis could see the instant an Ork was torn to shreds, scattering countless spores.

The moment the spores landed, new larvae grew from the ground, and Gretchin also grew at the same time.

At the same time, new larvae grew into Ork Boys, continuing to charge forward.

With a hum, Francis's mind seemed to connect with something!

Thump thump thump~

All the nearby Orks turned their heads, protecting Francis in the center, the roar of their hearts like war drums!

"Waaagh!!!"

"Everyone back off!"

Francis let out a sky-shattering war cry and leaped out like a flash, plunging into the Servitor army.

He could constantly hear the Servitors' murmurs in his ears. "Ugh ugh ugh~"

"Kill!"

Francis's eyes were only on the battle. His arms carved arcs of death through the air, each strike accompanied by the sound of tearing metal, cleaving Servitors in half.

Servitors, like a tide, were continuously reaped by Francis. He was evolving madly, growing larger and larger.

All the Orks within earshot, obeying orders, continuously beat their weapons and chanted "Waaaagh!!!"

Hiding in the distance, the Soul Drinkers and others swallowed hard and said, "Can this still be explained? I said the Primarch would help them, why is he still..."

Fabius, injecting himself with sedatives frantically, took a breath and said, "I don't believe it anyway! This is bullshit!"

"Waaagh!!!"

Francis raised his arms and roared, directly piloting a Gargantuan towards a nearby Ork group. All the Orks following behind him were also building more war vehicles.

He was constantly following the will in his heart, building a true Ork army. Before him, it was hard to imagine so many Orks without a unified Ork leader.

It seemed they had been fighting since birth, and before achieving unification, they had already begun fighting the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"For the Omnissiah!!"

Suddenly.

The roars of the Adeptus Mechanicus's Protectorate Army came from afar. They wore armor that shimmered with metallic luster and wielded Phosphor Weapons meticulously crafted by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The Ork forces surged like a tide, roaring and brandishing their crude but fierce weapons. However, the moment the Phosphor Weapons came into contact with the Orks' flesh and blood.

Phosphor flames erupted at the point of contact, igniting the Orks into burning torches.

Flames spread rapidly among the Orks, crackling and emitting a pungent smell of burning. The burning Orks screamed in agony, their bodies twisting and struggling in the flames, eventually turning to ash.

The Orks behind them began to falter. At this moment, Francis stepped forward and roared, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Pee can extinguish fire! Waaagh!!!"

"I think the boss is right! Waaagh!!!"

The originally timid Orks instantly became brave again.

Just as the cold Protectorate Army scoffed at this, and when they sprayed the phosphor flames that countered the Orks again, a basin of cold water was poured over their heads.

The phosphor flames were extinguished!!

The Protectorate Army did not hesitate at all and immediately pulled out their Taser Weapons, unleashing terrifying plasma attacks, and continued to shout, "For the Omnissiah!!"

The two forces collided fiercely, like a mad meat grinder!

Watching Francis slaughtering inside, even using his gravity and armor-piercing psychic powers.

The Orks' equipment was also strengthening at a visible rate!

From the initial Ork Turbo-Tractors, to the Ironhide Pickups, and then from Ironhide Pickups to Gargantuans, even Ork Titans appeared!

The Soul Drinkers: "..."

"What? Why aren't you guys talking! What do we do? I think the Primarch is like conquering Mars for the Orks?" Fabius was still taking his medicine, feeling like he was losing control!

"It shouldn't be. Last time the Primarch was quite normal, probably..."

"There was a last time?!" Fabius suddenly felt that he couldn't be complacent anymore. The Emperor's Son's methods were too conservative.