Commissar Boyz

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Lieutenant, I just suddenly felt something was off."

Something's not right?

"Yes, it's too quiet right now. Given the Orks' usual tactics, they should be overwhelmed with news from the front lines by now."

"Besides the nine Orks fleets we've already incorporated, how long until the other Orks forces arrive on the battlefield?"

"Sir, according to our Investigation, the next wave of Orks attacks is three days away."

"Okay, got it." Yarrick said as he walked out.

"Sir, where are you planning to go?"

I'm going to visit our special comrades.

Yarrick now finds it all rather absurd that the Orks are fighting alongside him and even taking his orders.

Of course, that's not the most absurd thing. The most absurd thing is that these Orks were actually brought over by the Primarch of the Imperium.

For this reason alone, Yarrick felt that his life had not been in vain.

Furthermore, Yarrick always felt that something was off about the Dark Angels who had been in contact with him.

Those Dark Angels didn't look like traditional Dark Angels, at least not like the Dark Angels he usually knew.

As to what exactly was different, Yarrick could only say that those twenty-odd Dark Angels looked more like living people.

As he walked and pondered, Yarrick soon arrived at the place where the Orks the Boss were staying.

But when he arrived here, he was dumbfounded.

Unlike typical Orks clans, this place isn't filled with pots, Squig, or all sorts of broken weapons.

Instead, there was a huge pile of tattered animal hides and needles made from teeth.

And some scrap metal and red glass shards.

"Commissar, you 'The Boss arrived!"

Commissar, the Boss?

Yarrick was a little taken aback by the term "Orks."

"Just call me Old One-Eye."

Absurd, utterly absurd.

He's actually a little uncomfortable with the new name given to the Orks people; it's utterly absurd.

"That won't do. We've thought it over. We follow Old One-Eye, and they call you Commissar, so we should be able to become Commissars too!"

"Besides, we fight alongside you, so you're the Commissar the Boss, and we're the Commissar Boyz!"

"Commissar the Boss, look at us, aren't we doing alright?"

As he spoke, the Orks the Boss circled around in front of Yarrick, wearing Commissar's uniform made of tattered animal hides.

If that can still be considered Commissar's uniform.

Besides the tattered Commissar uniform, this Orks the Boss was also wearing a Commissar's peaked cap.

This left Yarrick completely bewildered; these Orks were incredibly thoughtful, and their ideas were remarkably sophisticated.

"How about it? Am I a qualified Commissar Boyz now?"

As he spoke, the Orks the Boss put on his last piece of equipment.

It was a reddish mechanical one-eyed object pieced together from scrap metal.

Yarrick felt a pang of regret as he watched this unfold.

Do all Orks have to have this one-eyed design?

"That's definitely not the case. The Boss of our Cannon-Eye Clan can be equipped with the same gun-eye as Old One-Eye."

"The other kids can only wear eye patches because they're one-eyed kids, not Shoota Boyz."

My tooth hurts, it really hurts!

"The Boss, I think we're in for a fight!"

"A fight has broken out?"

Yarrick was still recovering from his toothache when he suddenly heard those words, which snapped him back to reality.

"Yes, I can feel a huge waaagh approaching!"

How big is it?

"That's how big the Ghazghkull Thraka."

Hiss!

Ghazghkull Thraka Salakka?

Wasn't he driven away during the Armageddon War? How did he end up here again?

Can't these Imperium Inquisitor just do their jobs properly?

Why did Armageddon lure Saraka here after just driving Saraka away?

It seems we really can't delay any longer; we must get this intelligence out now.

After leaving the Boss Orks' camp, Yarrick spread the news to all the battlefields across the Planet.

"Commissar, these Orks soldiers are moving faster than we expected, and Saraka has even arrived?"

"I don't know, Lieutenant. It's hard to understand and hard to explain, but if it's all related to Saraka, then it makes sense."

"Pass the order: all units, prepare for battle! The moment Saraka's Orks troops appear, we will attack immediately!"

"Clear!"

"The Boss Statham, I have a feeling the Orks' marching speed this time is too fast; something's fishy."

"Of course there's something fishy going on. Things were very suspicious from the moment those nine fleets emerged."

Without a doubt, the Orks' marching speed was so fast because they had the help of Warp God, and it must have been the Lord of Change it.

"So what should we do next?"

"No rush, let's update the Father of Night on this."

The greatest combat pressure in the entire sector right now is undoubtedly on the Orks' front line, so key information about the Orks must be selectively shared with them.

Han Mingxuan was somewhat stunned when he saw the battle report that Statham had sent him.

"Hahaha, Commissar Boyz, you're brilliant! The Orks who came up with the term 'Commissar Boyz' must be a Clever Head!"

"Father, are we sure we shouldn't send help to the Orks?"

"Don't worry, Konrad. With Lion El'Jonson's abilities and our firepower support, he can handle those Orks."

"Furthermore, the human army now has a special force like the Commissar Boyz, so I think the Orks front is actually the one we need to worry about the least."

At first, Han Mingxuan was quite troubled by the Orks, but now it seems he doesn't have to worry anymore. It might develop into a situation where Orks fight Orks later on.

"Alright, you should prepare yourself first. The real problems will be faced by the Eighth Legion and Ninth Legions."

The Eighth Legion and Ninth Legions will fight the Hive Fleet together, but in addition, the two Legions must also guard against the invasion of the Chaos Gods.

According to the battle report Statham sent over, Tzeentch's side has already made their move.

As for what exactly Tzeentch had prepared, Han Mingxuan had no way of knowing, nor was he interested in knowing. The most important issue now was the Hive Fleet.

After reviewing the battle report, Han Mingxuan went to the Father of the Evernight to check on the progress of cultivating the Flesh of the Tyranids will.

"Krete."

"Mr. Han, you've arrived."

"Let me check on the physical structure of that Tyranids Will."

Krete nodded and led Han Mingxuan to a petri dish.

"Sir, the body for the Tyranids will is ready, but we lack the technical experience to implant the Tyranids will into the body."

"Leave the implantation of consciousness to me."

Of everyone present, perhaps only one's own soul value could truly guarantee that it would not be affected by the Great Devourer.

Han Mingxuan looked at the body in the petri dish; it was the body of an adult woman.

"It's finally starting."

As Han Mingxuan spoke, he took out the captured Hive Mind and forcefully implanted it into the body.

Next, he needed to observe the changes in the body, and soon those changes appeared.

The once well-organized Laboratory suddenly started alarming from all the instruments.

Clearly, the Great Devourer is attempting to contact this wisp of consciousness, and it seems the other party is close to succeeding.

But soon, all the alarms suddenly disappeared, vanished abruptly.

"Sir, please be careful. We cannot currently ascertain what changes have occurred within the body to that consciousness."