"It's me! Francis Crick!" Francis even rather enjoyed startling people like this. "You're making a fuss over nothing. You can't begin to understand a Primarch's power."
The Soul Drinkers were fine with it. They just thought the Primarch was awesome!
But the Adeptus Custodes insisted, so Francis had to wait a long time for his body to return to normal before they were satisfied he wasn't a heretic.
That was also the result of Francis's experiments. As long as he took in enough samples, he could maintain their abilities and states for longer.
Once the infiltration plan was settled, Francis headed toward the camp he remembered, with the roaring Squiggoth by his side.
"Little guy, so your name's Gugu."
At the familiar voice, Gugu ran madly in circles around Francis, its tail wagging like a propeller.
"Woof, woof, woof~"
Gugu seemed to have caught a scent and bolted east.
Francis followed at an easy pace. It was just like hunting.
The speedy hound chased ahead, while the hunter only had to follow along without hurrying.
Suddenly.
A pained yelp came from the distance. "Yow, yow, yow~"
Francis hurried over and saw Gugu lying there, yelping incessantly.
Francis looked puzzled. Gugu's short leg had been bitten by a giant tadpole-shaped creature with sharp fangs.
Gugu gazed at Francis pitifully, whimpering nonstop.
Francis: "..."
This creature was called a face-eating Squig. When they were still, they looked much like another kind of Squig that people ate.
Clearly,
Gugu had picked the wrong food.
Francis grabbed its upper and lower jaws, then wrenched them apart to free Gugu's little leg.
Just as the face-eating Squig prepared to lunge for his face again, Francis swung backhanded and knocked it unconscious, then tied it up.
"Woof, woof, woof~"
In the short time it took, Gugu had gone over to a patch of grass and stood there, panting and howling.
Francis went over and saw a puddle inside, full of Squigs that looked like slices of toast.
"Damn, little guy, you sure know how to find things. You even found a place with this much food!"
Like a real Ork, Francis jumped into the puddle and scooped up all the Squigs meant for eating. He even killed one on the spot and fed it to Gugu.
The hunt was done, too. Francis put Gugu on his shoulder and whistled as he headed back to camp. "Being an Ork isn't so bad."
The campfire blazed, lighting up the area. The Orks sat or lay around; some shared their spoils while others repaired their weapons. Beast-like roars and laughter mingled with the din.
When everyone saw Stig returning with a pile of food, they all cheered.
"Stig, you're da best!"
"Look at Stig! He brought back a face-eating Squig! Ohoho~"
"Come on, let's have a contest~"
Taking the face-eating Squig from Francis, a group of Orks formed a circle and started choosing who would eat it before it bit their face off.
Right after, a crowd of short Gretchin swarmed around Francis's feet, took the edible Squigs from his hands, and hurried off to cook them.
Deep in the forest,
"Are you sure the Primarch's all right, Soul Drinkers? He's out hunting and chatting and laughing with the Orks?" The Adeptus Custodes were confused. They wanted to charge in and wipe out these heretics.
"You don't understand the Primarch's wisdom. Didn't the Primarch say it himself?"
"Destroying the Orks is easy. But what if the whole planet is full of them? We wouldn't be afraid of fighting them, but—"
"What if they find the battleship and take it apart?"
"What if we can't carry out the Emperor's orders?"
The Soul Drinkers repeated what Francis had said. Naturally, they trusted their Primarch without question.
"Oh~ For the Emperor!" At the mention of the Emperor, the Adeptus Custodes' eyes shone with faith, and they immediately quieted down.
Before long, they pointed toward the camp. "What about that? The Primarch's fighting them. We don't have to interfere, do we?"
The Soul Drinkers: "???"
When they looked toward the camp, they saw the Ork Francis was impersonating fighting hand-to-hand with an Ork who was obviously a head taller.
"Holy shit! They dare treat the Primarch like that? Brothers, charge!" The Soul Drinkers immediately readied their guns to mow down the bastards.
But—
The Adeptus Custodes stopped them and said earnestly, "This is all for the Emperor!"
The Soul Drinkers: "..."
They could only look back toward the camp, ready to charge in at any moment.
"You'd better put Gugu down," Francis said, staring at the hulking Ork who had snatched Gugu away.
Unlike ordinary Orks, this one wore metal plates shaped like armor.
"Stig, I'm your boss! If I wanna eat your Squig, I'll eat your Squig." The boss Ork gave a cheeky grin and turned away with Gugu.
Then he heard a gust of wind.
Whoosh~
He felt a chill between his legs, then a searing pain shot up from below.
"Grr! Damn you, Stig! You snuck up on me like a coward! Fight me one-on-one if you've got the guts!"
Francis snatched Gugu back, then kept kicking the Ork in the groin. "Huh? This is a one-on-one fight!"
Countless shrill screams rang out from the camp.
Francis felt he didn't have much time left, so he immediately straddled the boss Ork.
The other Ork shouted, "You're the boss now! You're the boss! Aaaaaah! Don't eat me~"
Francis bit off the Ork's ear and kept tearing into him, letting the other Ork strike him.
Only after the Ork was completely dead did Francis get to his feet, covered in blood.
Thud, thud, thud~
The Orks in the camp had already gathered around, beating drums over and over, their eyes shining with fervor. They kept at it until Francis stood up.
Then they let out a deafening cheer.
"Boss! Boss!"
"You're our new boss!"
"Woooo~"
At that moment, a little flame kindled within Francis. He slapped his chest again and again and roared,
"Waaagh~!!!"
The entire Ork camp brimmed with the stench of battle and frenzied excitement. The Orks bellowed "Waaagh!" so loudly it seemed they would shake the whole planet.
At Francis's call, the Orks began to organize themselves.
They surged toward the camp's exit, waving all manner of weapons, like axes, spears, and Chainswords. Some Orks even drove crude but powerful war machines, such as Gargants—giant war wagons made from junk by Orks.
That's right. Francis had started a "Waaagh~!!!"
"Waaagh~!!!"
As the Orks poured out, the whole camp descended into chaos. Flames shot into the sky, and explosions rang out one after another. The Orks shoved and roared at one another, scrambling to rush off into the distance.
"Let's launch the biggest Waaagh!!!" Francis stood atop a Gargant, raised his warhammer, and shouted.
"Waaagh~!"
"Waaagh~!!"
"Waaagh~!!!"
They charged madly toward a nearby Ork camp. The Gretchin there were still putting on a clumsy dance performance.
The Orks were busy eating mushrooms and singing~
Suddenly,
a bunch of Orks came charging out, broke through the fence, beat them up, and shouted, "Waaagh~!!!"
All the Orks there were left bruised and battered. Their brains seemed just as addled as they stammered, "Waaagh?"
"Damn you, Rukk! How dare you invade my territory..."
A priest-looking Ork stormed out of a tent, furious.
Then—
A Gargant appeared right in front of him, ran him over, and came to a stop.
The Orks who had originally been in the camp froze for a moment. Then the same fervor flared in their eyes, and they roared, "Waaagh~!!!"
More Orks joined Francis's Waaagh.
Nothing was left standing in their wake.
Every lone, wandering Ork joined Francis's horde, and helpfully pointed out where their abandoned camps were.
In the distance, the Soul Drinkers and the Adeptus Custodes exchanged glances, then swallowed.
"The Primarch really is all right, right???"
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