The Greenskin Orks Sent You a Racing Challenge

The Spartan Warriors' plan is currently in its first phase.

The improved Super Soldier Serum, adapted to Warhammer humans, is, based on data test results, almost indistinguishable from the Tempestus Scions.

In addition, Carroll incorporated the biotechnology of the Engineers, implanting a growing armor into the skin to form a Black Carapace -like substance that greatly enhances the "Spartan '" survivability and improves their overall qualities.

As for the second phase of enhancement, that will have to wait for the research on the Perfect T-Virus.

He wouldn't dare experiment with this in the Warhammer Universe; who knows if it would provoke the "Benevolent Father" (a derogatory term for a powerful figure in the Warhammer universe).

He was already under a lot of pressure from being watched by Old K and Tzeentch, and didn't want to provoke the other two.

"Although the first phase of the Spartan experiment was very successful, it still has significant shortcomings." Carroll sighed with great regret, "I'm not an expert in mechanics, so I can't tailor-make Power Armor for them. Only with more powerful Power Armor can their combat capabilities be maximized."

"It's alright, Lord Carroll."

Upon hearing this, Alvin grinned and said mysteriously, "I know a friend who is very skilled at building Power Armor."

The friend he was referring to was, of course, Tony Stark. As the most brilliant genius in the Marvel Universe, surely it wouldn't be a problem for him to custom-make a dozen or so Power Armor for his Spartan Warriors?

"When did you meet him?" Carroll was even more puzzled. This heir seemed to have quite a wide network of connections!

"Uh, it's a secret." Alvin coughed lightly; there was no way to explain this.

If things go wrong, it could easily be seen as Chaos scheme. Let's wait until a more suitable opportunity arises before making any moves.

"You must have something else on your mind, right?"

Looking at Alvin, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, Carroll immediately guessed that he had something else to say.

"Ahem, you guessed perfectly."

Alvin, looking guilty, coughed twice and glanced around nervously. "There's just a small matter I wanted to ask you about, to see if there's any way to resolve it."

A small matter?

Carroll stared at the guilty-looking Alvin, her sharp gaze making the latter awkwardly scratch his head.

After a long silence, he looked at Alvin meaningfully and said, "You know what? You're a lot like your grandfather. I remember when he was young, every time he got into big trouble, he would come to me like this."

"Feelings are a family trait," Alvin scratched his head, offering an awkward yet polite smile.

"The fact that you came all this way to see me must be related to the Styx Eight, right?" Carroll saw through Alvin's little scheme at a glance and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "What exactly is it? I know a few Grand Sage from the Styx Eight; perhaps I can help you."

"It's nothing serious, just helping me save someone."

Alvin rubbed his nose and whispered, "It's just that his identity is a little troublesome; he's Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus."

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After hearing Alvin's request, Carroll almost burned her mind array.

Then, it was as if the forehead of this Grand Sage of biology was on fire, wisps of white smoke and heat rising from it. He was in a state of shutdown, as if his CPU had been overloaded, and fell into a long silence.

Just as Alvin was considering whether to use physical cooling methods, Carroll stiffly turned to look at him. "What did you say? I didn't hear you, say it again."

"Uh..." Meeting Carroll's gaze, Alvin became even more guilty. "That's right, Dark Adeptus Mechanicus, please don't misunderstand, we're not friends, just a simple business relationship, I swear to the Emperor!"

How do you know people from the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus?

Carroll was puzzled, but then she realized what was going on and seized on the key phrase. "Wait, you said you traded something with them? The Dark Adeptus Mechanicus are heretics, don't be fooled!"

Now that things have come to this, Alvin has no intention of keeping it from Carroll any longer.

After all, he had many plans for the future that would require the help of Carroll, the Grand Sage of biology. Moreover, during their time together, he had deeply felt Carroll's fatherly care for him, so he decided to give her some instructions.

"Ahem, actually we've traded two or three times already, but you can rest assured, I haven't been taken advantage of." Alvin took a deep breath, giving Carroll a moment to catch her breath, before dropping the bombshell. "As for the contents of this trade, it involves fifty Gene Seed, 40 sets of implantable organs, and 10 sets of Primaris implantable organs."

Boom!

Carroll's mental array almost short-circuited!

Like a bolt from the blue, it charred him black from the inside out, and the temperature rose at a visible speed!

"What do you need the Gene Seed for?!" A palpable panic flashed in his crimson electronic eyes, and his tone became extremely serious. Carroll stared intently at him. "Do you know that Space Marine modification surgery is an absolute taboo in the Imperium?"

Space Marine are super-soldier biological prototypes created by the Emperor specifically for the Great Crusade, based on the Primarch and combined with human genetic templates.

The reason why the great Imperium of Man was able to traverse millennia in the dark and turbulent galaxy was not only due to the countless human soldiers who fought for it, but also because of the crucial role played by the Space Marine!

As Grand Sage of biology, Carroll knew better Alvin how much trouble it would cause if she touched this matter.

Even in the best-case scenario, it would have to be Extermination Order.

As for the worst-case scenario, it's estimated that there wouldn't be a single place for Valshius to stand in the entire Milky Way galaxy.

But Alvin remained silent, smiling, seemingly with no intention of explaining.

Looking at Alvin, Carroll gradually regained his composure. Although their time together was relatively short, he understood the young heir quite well.

Ambitious and talented like his grandfather, he was practically a born Rogue Trader!

He didn't believe that Alvin, with his intelligence, wouldn't have considered the consequences of doing so. Once the Imperium discovered it, it would inevitably bring huge trouble!

If he only coveted the power of the Space Marine, then with Valshius's name, he could easily recruit a group of Space Marine, and even if the Vought discovered this in the future, he could easily use his diplomatic privileges Rogue Trader to obtain immunity.

But once you cross the line with the taboos of the Space Marine, there is no turning back!

"Can you tell me your reasons for doing this?" Carroll thought for a moment, forcibly suppressing her shock, and sat back down in her chair, looking directly at Alvin, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "I don't believe you don't know the consequences of doing this."

"It is precisely because I understand this very well that I have to do it."

Alvin was serious, his gaze unwavering as he faced Carroll directly. "If I said I did this to prepare for potential future dangers, would you believe me?"

In fact, he was well aware that creating Space Marine on his own would inevitably bring great risks.

But a sixth sense, and a growing sense of urgency that lingered in his mind, seemed to be urging him to do it.

To put it bluntly, it's anxiety!

This unease is directed not only at the Chaos's greatest enemies, the Greenskin Orc, the Necron, the Eldar, and the Tyranid Swarm, but also at the Imperium of Man!

Don't ask why there's no titanium group; the answer is simply that it's titanium strong.

He would never forget that moment, the instant he came into contact with that cold sun, and the sight of being swallowed by endless pain!

Just like the Primarch Robert Guilliman's perception of the "Father" who now sits on the Golden Throne, Alvin fears both the external enemy and the Master of Mankind.

Carroll remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

Finally, seeing Alvin's serious expression, Carroll decided to trust his judgment. "Alright, I believe you, but this matter must be handled carefully. It absolutely cannot be leaked, otherwise... Valshius will be finished!"

If the Space Marine, the High Lord of the Imperium, or the Vought find out, even a few more Emperor Trade Charter won't protect them!

"Don't worry, no one else will know about this except you and Elsa." Alvin breathed a slight sigh of relief. Even if Carroll disagreed, he would still find a way to secretly create a situation, but reaching a consensus was ultimately the best outcome.

"I'll try to contact a few old friends."

Carroll felt inexplicably exhausted; just as he had expected, this heir was far too troublesome.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Lord Carroll." Alvin sincerely thanked this elder for saving him a lot of trouble, "I've already instructed Lucien to send a professional team to the family flagship to perform the surgery on Grandpa."

"Alright, I'll keep an eye on this." Carroll nodded slightly, but was still somewhat uneasy. "There are many Greenskin Orc warships in the skies above the Hongbei District, in a war zone in space. It will be difficult for us to provide support then, so you must be careful."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency Carroll."

Alvin smiled and nodded, reassuring him, "I'll be fine. After the surgery on Grandpa, we'll leave the Alert Star as soon as possible."

"I forgot to ask, your deal didn't include Power Armor?"

Suddenly, Carroll posed a profound question.

Alvin fell into a brief silence; he seemed genuinely not going to mention, "Uh, we should have this in our warehouse, right?"

"No." Carroll glanced at him. "We don't need the Power Armor worn by Space Marine, so why would we hoard it? We originally had a few pieces of high-quality Power Armor, but your grandfather gave them all away to save you."

As he said this, Alvin could clearly hear a hint of resentment in his tone.

That makes sense; a high-quality Power Armor like that could easily be a family heirloom, but Holman had no choice but to bring it out to save him.

"Well"

Now, Alvin was in an awkward situation.

He had completely forgotten about Power Armor. Or rather, he hadn't forgotten; he just felt that Valshius, Rogue Trader, should have it.

"Don't you know someone from the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus?" Carroll's laughter sounded somewhat sinister. "Why don't you just ask him for a few sets? The Dark Mechanicum has plenty of those mass-produced MK7 and MK8 Power Armor."

"Hiss, that makes sense!" Alvin suddenly realized; it wasn't like he couldn't raise the price on the spot.

Besides, he took such a huge risk to rescue people on Styx Eight's territory, so what's wrong with asking you forty or fifty pieces of Power Armor?

The MK7 Aquila and MK8 Ranger, Power Armor developed at the end of the Horus Heresy, suffered from resource shortages and the loss of much of the original technology, resulting in a significant performance gap between these two types of Power Armor and previous generations.

As is well known, in the Warhammer Universe, the older the technology, the more advanced it tends to be.

Among the many Power Armor models, the MK7 and MK8 are probably in the same boat, their only advantage being that they are produced in large quantities.

Even today, some of the poorer Space Marine Chapter still wear a mix of Aquila and Ranger armor.

As for the latest generation MK10 Primaris, that thing is extremely rare. It is a modular Power Armor developed by the Belisarius Cawl specifically for Primaris Space Marine to cope with different battlefield environments, and it is almost as rare as the MK4 Ultimate.

Having made up his mind, Alvin informed Rosales.

Surely, a mere forty or fifty Aquila -type Power Armor shouldn't be beyond the capabilities of a dignified Grand Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus?

To enter the Hongbei District openly and legitimately, a sufficient reason is lacking.

Otherwise, it would be somewhat suspicious that he, as the heir to the prestigious Merchant Dynasty, would suddenly go to a lair besieged by Greenskin Orc.

Fortunately, there was the Grand Sage biology, Carroll. Although he had joined Valshius long ago, he still maintained close ties with the Cult of Mechanicus. This connection saved Alvin a lot of trouble.

As night deepened, the Valkyrie Transport took off, traversing the vast, barren surface of the Alert Star.

This trip is expected to last for several hours, and at Alvin's insistence, the Valkyrie Transport will pass through the largest Valian Sandstorm Vortex on the surface of Alert Star to observe the situation inside up close.

According to Carroll's plan, advanced Energy Shield technology is necessary to forcefully cross the Valian Sandstorm Vortex.

Coincidentally, this technology is in the hands of Styx Eight. In addition to its special Bastion-class Energy Shield, the Alert Star also has many small Energy Shield technologies, which are specially installed on various types of aircraft.

Therefore, Alvin has one more goal for this trip.

Purchase a small, powerful Shield Device from the Tech-Priest on the Styx Eight, capable of withstanding the Valian Sandstorm Vortex.

Even under the cover of night, they still had to be constantly careful during their flight, lest they encounter Greenskin Orc speeding through the wilderness.

The first half of the journey is relatively safe, because even Greenskin Orc wouldn't dare drive near the Valian Sandstorm Vortex. But the second half depends on luck.

Before long, the Valkyrie arrived at the Valian Sandstorm Vortex.

Alvin looked out the window and saw a massive sandstorm looming over the entire sky, like a terrifying beast. With winds reaching hundreds of kilometers per hour, it whipped up dust that blotted out the sun and even blocked out the Great Rift.

At the heart of the sandstorm, a deep, abyss-like vortex could be vaguely seen, swallowing the atmosphere like a black hole!

The sight was indeed magnificent, Alvin was deeply shocked. It was hard to imagine that such a scene, which resembled a natural disaster, was a relic of the Dark Age of Technology of humanity!

Yet this relic from the Dark Age of Technology of humanity, even without being activated, could create a terrifying device on the planet's surface that had been entrenched for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, capable of creating a black hole—it's simply unbelievable!

"Young Master, what are you thinking about?"

Upon seeing Alvin staring blankly at the sandstorm vortex, Elsa, standing beside him, couldn't help but ask him a question out of curiosity.

"I'm curious, just how powerful were humans in the Dark Age of Technology?" Alvin could hardly imagine how Dark Age of Technology humanity could have reached if the Men of Iron Rebellion hadn't occurred.

Is it meaningful to reminisce about these things?

Hilda couldn't help but sneer, "You miss the humans of the Dark Age of Technology? I miss the Eldar at their peak! And look what happened, they're now, half-dead."

"Can't you at least let me fantasize a little?" Alvin glared at her, annoyed.

"Would you like to hear our account of what you call the 'Dark Age of Technology'?" Hilda said calmly.

"That's interesting. Tell me about it." This was the first time Alvin had ever heard other races, especially the Eldar who lived in the same era, express their opinions about humans, from a very vague concept in his memory.

"The Dark Age of Technology you speak of is more accurately described as the Dark Age of Technology."

Hilda cast a mocking glance, a half-smile playing on her lips, and said, "Humanity back then was neither rational nor enlightened; on the contrary, it was one of the most brutal civilizations in this dark and cruel universe."

"Their capacity for destruction and devastation, coupled with their unbridled ambition and arrogant self-proclaimed godhood, once plunged the entire galaxy into a pool of blood. Of course, from the perspective of the Eldar, they have no right to mock you."

The evil deeds committed by the Eldar are still being repaid to this day.

In ancient times, Cao Cao killed three wise men with one cannon shot; now, the Aeldari kills all living beings with one cannon shot.

But the "Dark Age of Technology" described by Hilda seems quite different from Alvin's impression.

That doesn't seem to be a particularly memorable era; on the contrary, it should be considered one of the darkest periods in human history, apart from the present.

Upon closer examination, the Emperor never acknowledged how good the "Dark Age of Technology" was, and even harbored great vigilance towards many of the legacies of the Dark Age of Technology, such as the well-known Iron Man and AI.

"Besides, you don't really think that without the Men of Iron Rebellion, humanity's Dark Age of Technology could have continued its glory, do you?" Hilda's eyes were meaningful as she slowly said, "The Old Ones, the Necron, the Eldar. No race can escape the curse of the Warp."

You're right, but I don't want to hear it.

Alvin silently withdrew his gaze and sighed, "Unless we can get rid of this cesspool of Warp, there will never be peace in the Milky Way."

Of course, there is another possibility: perhaps on the eve of the collapse of the high-dimensional GW, it will mercifully grant Warhammer a peaceful ending.

"A cesspool? A good description."

Hilda's eyes lit up, and she wholeheartedly agreed, "You're absolutely right, the Warp is a cesspool, that's a perfect description!"

This guy's thought process is always baffling. Unable to find a word to say, Alvin turned his gaze back to the window.

But that one glance almost made Alvin's heart stop beating.

In the midst of the sandstorm-ravaged wasteland, he vaguely caught a glimpse of unsettling green.

Oh no, have we really run into Orks?!

The instant the thought flashed through his mind, Alvin immediately notified the Valkyrie's pilot. "Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

But it was clearly too late; the moment he saw that patch of green, the other party seemed to have noticed them as well.

That unsettling green suddenly accelerated!

And with a speed that almost defies common sense, accompanied by tremendous noise, it rapidly approached them.

"They're Greenskin Orc!"

Hilda had clearly noticed the rapidly approaching green as well.

"Can we outrun the Orks?" Alvin asked Hilda, turning to her since it was his first time encountering Orks.

"Are you dreaming?" Hilda gave him the look of someone looking at an idiot, speechless. "Unless you're sitting on Ghost Ark of Necron, don't even think about outrunning those disgusting mushrooms."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening roar of the accelerator, mixed with the noise, Greenskin Orc on their motorcycles charged towards them with frenzied madness.

As they got closer and saw the Greenskin Orc' so-called "motorcycle," Alvin fell silent once again. A pile of junk, trash, and scrap metal had been forcibly assembled into the shape of a "motorcycle" in an incomprehensible way.

Honestly, it's already a miracle that this thing can even move, let alone catch up with the Valkyrie while emitting black smoke—it's simply outrageous!

At that moment, Alvin deeply understood the terrifying Waaagh! Power.

With a rich imagination, nothing is impossible!

If he could be reincarnated in his next life, he'd want to be an Orks. Waaagh! Power is just too useful!

"All personnel on high alert!"

Despite taking every possible step to avoid the areas where the Orks frequented, it was ultimately impossible to escape them.

Alvin suspected that his bad luck had returned, and helplessly ordered everyone in the transport plane to be ready for battle at any time!

But then, something completely baffling happened.

The hordes of Greenskin Orc, riding motorcycles, did not attack the Valkyrie. Instead, they passed by her one after another, unleashing a deafening, extremely frenzied and excited Waaaaaagh!

Everyone was completely dumbfounded, even the driver was stunned.

What's going on?

The triple Lascannon were already warmed up, and you guys overtook them?

But then, the Greenskin Orc who had overtaken them did not leave immediately. Instead, they circled around in front of them and stopped again. The most burly of them, with an Orks stuck in his back, waved his arms wildly at them and let out excited roars that were hard to understand.

Can you understand me?

Alvin fell silent. This was a prophecy that even the few Navigator System couldn't translate.

Hilda's eye twitched slightly. After a strange silence of about ten seconds, she seemed somewhat speechless. "They mean to challenge you to a 'Speed Waaaaagh,' a competition of speed to see who can run faster."

The Alvin were dumbfounded. They knew the Orks had wildly imaginative ideas, but they never expected them to be this outrageous!

The speed demon of the Greenskin Orc has sent you a race request?

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