Lynn walked around Toothy once, carefully examining the brand-new Orks.
"How are you feeling?" Lynn asked.
"This is better than ever before, my king." Toothy clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.
"I can feel that my mind is working faster than before. I can take any machine apart and put it back together after just one glance."
"Moreover, it seems like I have a lot more melodies in my head."
As he spoke, he casually picked up a rusty steel pipe and gently tapped the iron bucket next to him.
"Thump, thump, clang!"
The simple rhythm had a strange infectious quality, making Lynn unconsciously nod along with the beat.
Lynn nodded, satisfied, and said, "Very good. Now, I'll tell you the next plan."
He walked to the wall of the dungeon and drew a simple map of the planet Dorito on the dust with his finger.
" Dorito ' situation is now very clear."
" Ragnar's fleet has been routed, and the ground forces are trapped underground by the Imperium's bombardment, with morale at rock bottom."
" The Orks either hid in dark, sunless caves or in deserted wilderness, always fearing the possibility of artillery shells falling at any moment."
"They had long harbored resentment towards Ragnar, but no one dared to be the first to stand up and rebel."
"Your task is to be the first one to step forward." Lynn tapped his fingers heavily on the map.
"You need to rely on your own strength to win over a group of Orks who are dissatisfied with Ragnar."
"You need to tell them that Ragnar -for-nothing who will only lead everyone to hide underground and wait to die."
"And you, Toothy, are the true savior of the Orks."
"Once your power grows strong enough, Ragnar will inevitably become restless."
"He will personally lead his troops to besiege you; that will be his death day."
"Once it's done, I'll deliberately leave a gap in our space defenses."
"You take all the Orks willing to go with you and transfer to the Dead World A."
"Although it's desolate, it's secluded enough and rich in mineral resources. You can rebuild your power there and establish a force that truly belongs to you."
"Once I unify the Calixis System in the future, I will give you more territory."
"You will become one of the top warlords in the entire galaxy, and I will be your strongest support."
Upon hearing this, Toothy knelt down on one knee without hesitation and loudly proclaimed, "I will obey Your Majesty's command!"
"Very good." Lynn smiled with satisfaction.
"From now on, I will stay by your side for the time being and become your follower," Lynn said.
"I want to see for myself whether my choice was right or wrong."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Toothy nodded respectfully.
Over the next half hour, Toothy displayed a terrifying talent for evolution, befitting a " Mad Scientist."
He rummaged through the ruins of the dungeon, searching for scrap metal: broken steel bars, discarded mechanical parts, wrecked mechs, broken speakers...
In his hands, even trash becomes treasure.
He crafted a spiky leather jacket for himself using discarded parts and Squig leather, studded with various gears and rivets, giving it a wild and imposing look.
He salvaged eight high-powered loudspeakers from a wrecked tank and welded them together with steel pipes to form a giant backpack.
They also modified a small engine into a flamethrower and connected it to the horn's air outlet.
What's most amazing is the guitar in his hand.
The body of the instrument is made from a single piece of titanium alloy steel, the neck is inlaid with a sharp axe blade, and the strings are made from the landing gear cables of fighter jets.
A small laser sight was installed at the headstock of the instrument.
With a gentle pluck of the strings, it can not only produce powerful music, but also be wielded as an axe.
When Toothy stood in front of Lynn with a large backpack and an axe-blade guitar, Lynn was a little stunned.
He wore a black, spiky leather jacket, had a red mohawk hairstyle, and his face was painted with five colors of paint. Eight huge speakers on his back gleamed with a metallic sheen, and the guitar in his hand shone with a cold, icy light.
That's pretty hot!
"Um, my king, how is it?" Toothy scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
Lynn coughed twice to hide his shock. "Hmm, very good, very unique."
"That's good." Toothy grinned, revealing a set of sharp metal dentures.
He casually plucked a string from the guitar.
"Buzz~~~!"
The eight loudspeakers behind them blared simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of passionate heavy metal music, and spewing flames several meters long from their mouths, illuminating the entire dungeon.
Lynn felt her heart pounding in rhythm with the music, and a surge of inexplicable excitement welled up inside her.
He finally understood why the system had chosen rock music as the evolutionary path for "musicians".
This kind of music is practically tailor-made for Orks.
It can instantly ignite the fire in the hearts of the Orks, driving them into a frenzied state of battle.
"Okay, stop playing," Lynn said quickly.
"If we keep playing like this, the entire dungeon will collapse. We should get going."
"Yes, my king." Toothy stopped playing and slung the guitar over his shoulder.
He kicked open the iron door of the dungeon and strode out.
Lynn followed behind him, playing the role of a taciturn follower.
In the dungeon corridor, several Ork Boyz on guard heard the commotion, raised their weapons, and surrounded the area.
"Halt! Who are you?! How did you get out of the dungeon?!"
Toothy didn't say anything, but just grinned and strummed the guitar in her hands.
The stirring " Song of the Charge " immediately rang out.
The intense rhythm, like war drums, pounded on the hearts of every Orks.
A faint green light emanated from Toothy's body, and his speed and strength surged instantly.
The guitar in his hands had transformed into a bloodthirsty giant axe.
"Snap!"
The axe blade on the guitar easily cleaved open the head of a Ork Boyz.
Green blood and brain matter were splattered all over the ground.
The remaining few Ork Boyz were terrified and turned to run away.
How could Toothy possibly give them a chance to escape?
He pushed off with his feet and chased after it like a cheetah.
The guitar flew wildly, and with each swing, it took the life of a Orks.
Flames continuously spewed from the loudspeakers behind it, burning the fleeing Orks to charcoal.
Each attack was accompanied by a frenzied rhythm; it was not just a massacre, but a rock and roll show.
In just a few seconds, all the guards were taken care of.
Toothy shook the blood off his guitar and continued walking forward.
Lynn followed behind him and nodded silently.
Toothy's combat power has far surpassed that of ordinary Orks giants.
With the added benefit of music, they would be able to put up a fight even against Warboss.
Along the way, they encountered many scattered Orks.
Some were drawn to Toothy's music and joined his band; others tried to stop him, but Toothy mercilessly eliminated them all.
When they finally broke out of the underground and came to the surface, Toothy was already followed by hundreds of Ork Boyz.
These guys were all captivated by Toothy's music and talent; their eyes were filled with fervor, and they were brimming with longing for rock music.