Understanding Orks, Becoming Orks, Surpassing Orks

"It's me! Francis Crick!" Francis even enjoyed this little trick of startling the other party. "What a fuss over nothing. You can't comprehend the might of a Primarch."

The Soul Drinkers were fine with it, simply thinking the Primarch was amazing!

However, under the strong insistence of the Adeptus Custodes, Francis had to wait a long time for his body to revert to its original form before they were finally convinced he wasn't a heretic.

This was also a result of Francis's experiments: as long as he ingested a sufficient amount of a sample, he could maintain the sample's abilities and state for a longer duration.

After finalizing the infiltration plan, Francis, carrying the Roaring Squig, headed towards the camp in his memory.

"Little guy, so your name is Gugu."

Hearing the familiar voice, Gugu frantically circled Francis, its tail wagging like a propeller.

"Woof woof woof~"

Gugu seemed to catch a scent and ran madly towards the east.

Francis followed leisurely behind, just like hunting.

A sighthound chases ahead, and the hunter just needs to follow at a relaxed pace.

Suddenly.

Gugu's screams echoed from afar. "Awoooo~"

Francis quickly chased after it and saw Gugu lying on the ground, continuously screaming.

Francis looked strangely amused, as Gugu's short legs were being bitten by a giant tadpole-like creature with sharp teeth.

Gugu looked pitifully at Francis, whimpering continuously.

Francis: "……"

This was a creature called a Face-eating Squig. When they were quiet, they looked very similar to other edible Squigs.

Clearly.

Gugu had chosen the wrong food.

Francis grabbed its upper and lower jaws and yanked hard, freeing Gugu's short legs.

Just as the Face-eating Squig was about to pounce again, Francis swung a club, knocking it out and tying it up.

"Woof woof woof~"

In just a moment, Gugu stood by a patch of grass, sticking out its tongue and howling.

Francis walked over and saw a water pit, with many Squigs resembling toast lying in it.

"Damn, little guy, you sure know how to find things. You found a place with so much food!"

Francis, like a true Ork, jumped into the water pit and caught all the edible Squigs, even killing one on the spot to feed Gugu.

The hunting mission was complete. Francis placed Gugu on his shoulder and whistled as he walked back to the camp. "Being an Ork isn't bad either."

The campfire blazed, illuminating the surroundings. The Orks sat or lay around, some sharing spoils of war, others mending weapons. The noisy chatter was interspersed with bestial roars and laughter.

When everyone saw Stig return with a pile of food, they all cheered.

"Stig, you're amazing!"

"Look, Stig brought back a Face-eating Squig, ooh ooh ooh~"

"Come on, let's have a contest~"

Taking the Face-eating Squig from Francis, a group of Orks formed a circle, starting a competition to see who could eat it before their face was bitten off.

Immediately after, a group of short, scrawny beings swarmed around Francis's feet, taking the edible Squigs and quickly running off to cook the food.

Deep in the forest.

"Soul Drinkers, are you sure the Primarch is alright? He's hunting, and chatting and laughing with the Orks?" The Adeptus Custodes were puzzled; they desperately wanted to charge in and eliminate these heretics.

"You don't understand the Primarch's wisdom. Didn't the Primarch say it himself?"

"Eliminating the Orks is simple. What if the entire planet is filled with Orks? Although we wouldn't be afraid to fight."

"But what if the battlecruiser is discovered and they dismantle it?"

"What if the Emperor's command cannot be fulfilled!"

The Soul Drinkers repeated what Francis had said, naturally trusting the Primarch unconditionally.

"Oh~ For the Emperor!" Hearing the Emperor's name, the Adeptus Custodes' eyes gleamed with faith, and they immediately quieted down.

A moment later, they pointed at the camp. "Where? The Primarch is fighting them, we don't need to intervene, right?"

Soul Drinkers: "???"

When they looked towards the camp, they saw the Ork Francis was disguised as fighting another Ork, clearly a size larger than him.

"Holy crap! They dare treat the Primarch like this! Brothers, charge!" The Soul Drinkers immediately prepared to open fire and kill those bastards.

However.

They were stopped by the Adeptus Custodes, who said earnestly, "All of this, for the Emperor!"

Soul Drinkers: "……"

They could only look back at the camp, ready to charge at any moment.

"You'd better put Gugu down," Francis said, looking at the tall Ork who had snatched Gugu.

This one was different from ordinary Orks. He wore metal plates on his body, fashioned into armor.

"Stig, I'm your boss! I'll eat your Squig if I want to," the boss Ork chuckled, holding Gugu and turning to leave.

Then, he heard a gust of wind.

Whoosh~

He felt a chill around his crotch, followed by a sharp pain from below.

"ROAR~ Damn you, Stig, for a cowardly sneak attack! Fight me fair and square if you dare!"

Francis snatched Gugu back and continued to kick the Ork's vital spots. "Huh? I am fighting you fair and square!"

Countless screams of agony echoed from the camp.

Francis felt his time was running out and immediately climbed onto the boss Ork.

The Ork immediately yelled, "You're the boss now, you're the boss. Ahhhhhh, don't eat me~"

Francis bit off the Ork's ear and continued to tear at him, letting the Ork hit him.

Until the Ork was completely dead, Francis, covered in blood, stood up.

Thump thump thump~

The Orks in the camp had already gathered around, beating drums incessantly, their eyes flashing with fanaticism, until Francis stood up.

They let out a huge cheer.

"Boss! Boss!"

"You're our new boss!"

"Wuwuwu~"

At this moment, a spark ignited within Francis, and he pounded his chest, roaring.

"Waaagh~!!!"

The entire Ork camp was filled with a strong fighting spirit and fervent emotion. The Orks shouted "Waaagh!" in deafening voices, as if they could shake the entire planet.

Under Francis's call, the Orks began to act in an organized manner.

They surged towards the camp exit, brandishing various weapons such as axes, spears, and chainswords. Some Orks even drove crude but powerful combat vehicles, like Gargantuans (giant war machines made from scrap by Orks).

That's right, Francis had unleashed a "Waaagh~!!!"

"Waaagh~!!!"

As the Orks poured out, the entire camp descended into chaos. Flames soared into the sky, and explosions erupted one after another. The Orks shoved each other, roared, and rushed forward in a frenzy.

"Let's unleash the biggest Waaagh!!!" Francis stood atop a Gargantuan, raising his power hammer and shouting.

"Waaagh~!"

"Waaagh~!!"

"Waaagh~!!!"

They charged madly towards the Ork camp not far away, where the gits were still clumsily performing a dance.

The Orks were eating mushrooms and singing songs~

Suddenly.

A group of Orks burst through the fence, beat them up, and yelled at them, "Waaagh~!!!"

The Orks here were all bruised and battered, their minds as muddled as if they'd been dunked in water. "Waaagh?"

"Damn you, Rook, how dare you invade my territory..."

From inside a tent, an Ork dressed like a priest stomped out angrily.

Then.

A Gargantuan appeared, crushed his body, and stopped.

The Orks in the camp suddenly froze, then a similar fervor ignited in their eyes as they roared, "Waaagh~!!!"

More Orks joined Francis's Waaagh.

Where they passed, nothing grew.

Scattered, lone Orks all joined Francis's ranks, and helpfully pointed out the locations of their abandoned camps.

In the distance, the Soul Drinkers and the Adeptus Custodes exchanged glances, then swallowed.

"Is Primarch really okay???"