At that moment, Isolde, who was still inside the governor's mansion, suddenly fell silent.
Lynn knew she had failed again.
The same scene has been repeating itself over the past few days.
Rena Orks companions will be exposed once they enter the battle.
Rena's fighting style is so precise and efficient, completely lacking the crazy, chaotic, reckless, and carefree feeling of the Orks.
That kind of indifference on a spiritual level made it impossible for the boys who were fighting to feel in sync.
They would immediately realize that Rena Orks was an outsider.
Once this thought arises, my Power of Belief will expose their true nature to the Orks.
Rena tried to adjust, to make herself more insane, more chaotic.
But she is inherently aloof, and the pursuit of precision and efficiency is an Hive Mind, which she cannot change.
Therefore, she had no choice but to actively avoid combat to reduce the probability of being discovered.
But if you keep avoiding battle, it means you'll never get promoted.
The kids on the periphery can't gain enough reputation without fighting, and without enough reputation, they'll never be qualified to enter the core area.
Realizing that things couldn't continue like this, Lynn called a halt to the operation and began to review the situation.
After reviewing the situation, Lynn felt that the general idea was correct, but the execution method was problematic.
First, the physiological structure could be even more similar.
Orks are fungal organisms, and their physiological structure is too different from that of the Tyranids. Even if they look exactly the same, their internal structure will still give them away.
On several occasions, Rena Orks, encountered large, powerful beings with their own force fields, especially those Orks who had gained intelligence.
Rena Orks will be magnified infinitely, and it will be exposed almost immediately.
Secondly, and most importantly, Rena couldn't portray the Orks's innate "silly" charm.
Although Rena now has her own emotions, she can also understand the feelings of some other species.
But asking her to fully embody the soul and style of another species is still too much of a stretch.
"It seems we still need a new plan," Lynn said softly, rubbing his temples.
Some time before the rumors of the Mecha Cache spread, the second version of the covert operation was launched.
This time, Lynn doesn't intend to force his way into the existing Orks groups.
He wants to create a completely new " Orks Clan".
Rena meticulously mimicked the "fungal spore structure" of the Orks, cultivating a special individual using Tyranids spores.
Their skin color is the same as that of ordinary Orks, but their limbs are longer and their movements are more agile.
They prefer to wear purple clothes and are obsessed with dressing themselves up like some kind of assassin from Terra.
Rena heard Lynn say that they were called ninjas.
In short, they are faster, fiercer, more stealthy, and adept at assassination.
Lynn named them the Hokage Clan.
The defects still exist.
Their physiological structure still differs from that of true Orks, so it's impossible for them to completely blend in.
Therefore, the initial strategic objective needs to be adjusted this time.
Since I can't get into the upper echelons, I'll start from the very bottom.
Gretchin.
Gretchin is the lowest rung of the Orks society.
While some of them are extremely cunning, they generally have low intelligence and are physically weak.
They are specifically responsible for feeding the Squig, cleaning up garbage, defusing mines, loading bullets, and other miscellaneous tasks.
Their living environment is isolated and their status is low, so no one would pay any attention to them.
More importantly, these Gretchin have a much lower level of understanding than ordinary kids.
Gretchin of them have never left their workplace in their entire lives, making it even less likely that they would notice Rena Orks's anomaly.
Even if they notice something unusual, they'll just think, "This guy's a bit strange," and then continue working.
They won't spread the concept of "outcasts" as easily as those big shots.
This is the perfect breeding ground.
And this time, Lynn decided to take the lead himself.
In his previous life, he had read a lot of information about the Orks and knew them much better than Rena.
He might be able to pull off that "silly" act.
The first group of purple-skinned boys to awaken will be directly controlled by him through Rena's consciousness network.
The tentacles of the Ripper connected to the bionic armor, and Lynn closed his eyes.
Consciousness began to be transmitted.
It descends to Rena's neural nodes, then traverses the void through layers of the Hive Mind, finally entering a completely new body.
When he regained consciousness, he was no longer on the Pinnacle Black Obsidian.
Lynn opened his eyes and looked at his hands, which were covered in grime.
I almost fainted from the stench.
He was lying in a pile of feces.
This must be the excrement of some kind of giant creature.
Large chunks, mixed with rotting food, fermenting spores, and some indescribable substance.
The stench made his eyes sting and his stomach churn.
He struggled to his feet and stretched his body.
Stiff, clumsy, like wearing an ill-fitting suit of armor.
This body was specially cultivated.
To allow it to more easily infiltrate the circle of Gretchin, its initial state was set very weak.
He's only about 1.8 meters tall, which is short for Ork Boyz, and he's not very muscular.
Because the body is not used to the movements, there is always a sense of lag.
He looked around.
This is a huge enclosure, presumably for raising Squig.
The area was surrounded by a makeshift metal fence, and the ground was littered with feces, garbage, and food scraps.
The fence was full of Squig.
Red, green, spiky, drooling.
All sorts of bizarre creatures rolled around in feces and garbage, making strange noises.
This is the Squig Ranch, located on the outskirts of Carl II, isolated from the main body of Carl II.
It was also the "birthplace" he carefully selected.
Lynn had just managed to take a few difficult steps in this body when he heard heavy breathing behind him.
He turned around.
A huge, red Squig was staring at him.
That thing was over two meters tall, its whole body was made of muscular muscles, and it was drooling.
His eyes were filled with the urge to "run you over."
Muscle Squig.
This is a very aggressive breed from the Squig, with a bad temper, and it will charge at anyone it sees.
But it's said to taste really good, if anyone can beat it.
It lowered its head, panting heavily with white breaths coming from its nostrils, and after shuffling its right foot a few times, it charged at him.
Lynn wanted to hide.
But this body is too stiff, and its movements are as slow as an octogenarian.
He had barely taken a step when Squig was already in front of him.
Lynn could almost smell the stench emanating from that large, round, red head.
Just then, a pair of thin hands suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed his arm, and forcefully pulled him aside.
Squig rushed past him, slamming into the metal fence with an angry roar.
The metal mesh was deformed from the impact; the force was too great, and it looked somewhat dizzy.
Taking advantage of the moment, the owner of the thin hands pulled Lynn outside the fence, closed the fence, and the irritable Squig could only leave dejectedly.
Lynn turned around and finally saw who had saved him.
That's a Gretchin.