A Signature Move

(Thanks to Spear of Shilana for the donation bonus chapter, 2/5)

"In short, living people must perform the prayers, otherwise there's no soul!"

Busi ended the discussion. Otherwise, the automatic prayer machines they had built would have formed a circle around themselves.

After attending the Adeptus Mechanicus factory, Li Qinwu planned to head back and rest. On the way, he ran into Colonel Noah.

Colonel Noah told him some unexpected news.

"My lord, the latest reports say that we have retaken 60% of the planet's surface and suppressed the Orks!"

Li Qinwu's brow twitched.

"Sixty percent? What's the situation on the Orks' side now?"

Colonel Noah said, "My lord, the Orks' offensive has become extremely feeble. Their numbers on the battlefield have decreased, the quality of their troops has fallen drastically, and a large number of cold-weapon units have even appeared."

Hearing that, Li Qinwu began to mull it over.

That wasn't right. The Orks had always come in overwhelming numbers. An Astra Militarum soldier usually had to deal with more than ten Orks.

And Orks replenished their ranks incredibly quickly. Within a few months, Ork Boys eager for a fight could crawl out of the Mushroom Fields. How could they possibly run out of troops?

"Holy shit, could it be...?"

He suddenly remembered how he had stirred up the Gretchin before. Could the Gretchin really have started causing trouble?

Just then, he suddenly sensed something. A chorus of prayers appeared in his mind. Gretchin! The Gretchin were summoning Gretchin Majek!!

Li Qinwu bid Colonel Noah farewell, took a Shuttle back to Inquisitor Thraxol's flagship, and entered the Hideout.

He took out the Black Needle and gave himself a jab. A few seconds later, the check failed, and he vomited blood before dying.

Right, he was using the Black Needle