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Chapter 259 Gao Mao is dead, Wu Ge should rise.

Note 1: This chapter is filled with chaos and corruption. Please remain loyal to Brother Gao Mao while reading!

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Let's rewind to five days ago, to the moment when Loga was captured alive by Urg.

The ruins of the human empire's cities have once again suffered heavy damage.

The ruins were reduced to dust, and the fragments and blood of the Enchanted Son and the Beast King's Guard covered the ground.

Ulger's right arm was severed at the root, and his left arm armor was riddled with holes.

It picked up the tightly closed-eyed Loka and boarded the giant clattering fighter jet.

Returning to the flagship "Wolf Blade," Ulger casually tossed Loka aside beside the throne and ordered a retreat from the battlefield, returning to the Ulanor capital "Great Crown" to rest.

The orc army retreated, and the fleet broke away from the human empire and entered the warp.

At this moment, Luo Jia, who appeared to be unconscious, woke up.

People often thought that the Primarch of the Word Bearer was the weakest of all the Primarchs.

But is this really the case?
Very few people know that Loka Aurelion is a psionicist.

His mastery of psychic powers ranks among the top three in the human empire, second only to the Emperor and Magnus.

In his previous duel with Ulger, Loka only used the power of his physical body and power armor, without activating his psionic abilities.

He deliberately lost to Ulger.

He deliberately used the lives of the Sawtooth Flame Legion and his own miserable defeat to create the illusion that he was no match for Urg.

He deliberately waited until this moment to reveal his full power.

“Ulak Ulger”.

Loka floated up from the ground and hovered twenty meters above the ground.

As the psionic energy surged from Loka, the Mad Doctor, Pain Boy, and Technician Boy near the throne all had their heads explode at the same time, turning into corpses.

Loka looked down at the Beast King with a disdainful air, his eyes filled with compassionate gentleness:

"You lost this duel."

Startled by the Primarch suddenly appearing suspended in mid-air, Ulger instinctively sneered upon hearing its words:

"What? So you were faking being unconscious all along! Looks like you're not convinced. Fine, let's fight again! This time, I'll beat you so badly you'll be crawling on the floor!"

Urg dropped the healing ointment in his hand, stood up from the throne, his short, mountain-like body still powerful and strong.

Available in the next second.

Luo Jia pressed down with his right hand, and his words became law:
"Kneel down."

"Pfft!"

The immense psionic energy beam pressed down like a mountain, forcing Urg to slam his knees to the ground and involuntarily kneel down.

Ulger roared:

"You damned shrimp! How dare you humiliate me! I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Quiet." Loka rubbed his right hand together, using psionic energy to weave an intricate air shackle, sealing Urg's mouth and forcing him to kneel on the ground in a humiliating posture, looking up at him.

Loga stepped through the air and approached Urg, the compassionate light in his eyes growing even stronger:

“Urge, I have come to save you; you deserve to be redeemed by my Lord.”

Screw you! I'm going to fuck you to death!

Ulger was unable to speak or move, and could only express his feelings through his murderous gaze.

"Don't you understand? Ulger. Killing you is no different to me than crushing an ant."

Luo Jia raised his right hand and squeezed hard.

"Pfft!"

Ulger's right arm exploded with a bang, bones, muscles and ligaments all turned into fragments, and blood splattered outwards like fireworks.

Ulger groaned in pain, his angry eyes now filled with disbelief.

It deeply felt how enormous the gap in strength between the two sides was.

With just a flick of his telekinetic energy, he shattered his right arm into pieces.

Such terrifying psychic abilities are enough to kill oneself in the blink of an eye.

Luo Jia opened his right hand and slowly made a fist.

An invisible, psychic hand gripped Ulger's heart, slowly contracting inward.

"Can you feel it? Your life is in my hands. With just a little effort, the Orc Emperor Urg will be a thing of the past."

Loka looked at Urg with loving eyes:
“My psychic abilities rank only third in the human empire. Magnus’s psychic bombardment could easily destroy you and your personal guards. The Emperor is stronger than Magnus and I combined. We could kill you at any time, but we didn’t. Do you know why?”

Ulger's pupils trembled, and his anger gradually gave way to a strange fear.

Unconsciously, thoughts such as "life is only once" and "life is precious" took root in Ulger's heart.

“I see into your heart.” Loka’s voice was gentle and soft.

"Your inner drive for power is not a thirst for battle, but a fear of dying at the hands of an enemy. You want to keep getting stronger until no enemy can kill you. Am I right, Urg?"

Ulger's pupils contracted repeatedly, and the fear in his eyes intensified.

An orc who was not afraid of dying in battle actually developed a fear of death under the tyranny of Loka.

Loka extended his index finger and tapped Urg's forehead:

"In the normal course of history, we would never have met. My appearance will completely rewrite your destiny. Watch closely, I will show you your true fate."

Ulger's eyes were fixed, reflecting a dazzling psychic light.

Its consciousness traverses a history that is both "false and real," and sees its own future that is both "real and false."

The first year of the 31nd millennium.

The Emperor of the Human Empire personally led an expedition, joining forces with the Shadowmoon Wolves Legion to attack the capital of Ulanor.

In this extremely brutal battle, Urg was ultimately beheaded, becoming a stepping stone for Horus to ascend to the position of warlord.

"See? You're just a tool."

"Why did the Emperor go to war with the Primarch of Shadowmoon Wolves? Because he wanted Horus Lupecal to become the Warmaster."

"Why would the Emperor give him the chance to kill you? Because your fearsome reputation is widespread. Whoever kills you will be qualified to become the War Commander."

"Why did the human empire only come to deal with you in the first year of the 31st millennium? Because only when you killed enough of the empire's citizens and seized enough of the empire's territory did you qualify to become Horus's stepping stone."

“You were just a tool from the beginning, your fate was predetermined. You are like a caged animal, ready to be killed at any time by the Primarch approved by the Emperor.”

Luo Jia withdrew his finger and gave a friendly smile:

“You are lucky, Urg. My lord has chosen you, and so I have come. My lord will grant you unparalleled power to become a true…orc god.”

The word "orc god" made Urg's heart pound.

The images of Brother Gao and Brother Mao are deeply ingrained in the hearts of every orc.

These two are the Beast Gods etched into the soul and genes of the Orcs. It is no exaggeration to say that the Orcs' slang, or WAAAAGH, is nothing more than a clumsy imitation of the Second Brother of the Orcs.

Now, someone tells you that as the Orc Emperor, you could potentially become a Waaagh like the Second Brother of the Orcs. Would you believe him?

of course not.

"But what if Brother Gao and Brother Mao are already dead?" Loga seemed to read Urg's mind, and said with a faint smile:
"The Gao Ge and Mao Ge that you admire actually died a very, very long time ago. The ancient saints abandoned you, abandoned the Spirit Race, abandoned Shilan, and also abandoned your gods."

"Brother Gao...Brother Mao...is dead..."

At some point, Ulger regained his ability to speak:

"No...impossible...absolutely impossible! Gao Ge and Mao Ge are gods! They are the gods of us orcs! Gods can't die!"

“That’s right! Ulger, the gods are immortal!” Loga suddenly emphasized, placing his hand on Ulanno’s shoulder:

"Gods can be resurrected. By performing a ritual, you can inherit the mantle of Gogo and become the new orc god!"

Ulger was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Loka's voice deepened, becoming increasingly seductive:
"When you become the god of the orcs, the entire galaxy will call upon your voice, all orcs will worship you, and you will have complete control over your own destiny. Imagine, the orcs no longer uttering 'God Brother,' but instead using 'Urgo above' to ignite their fighting spirit, charging into battle and bravely slaying their enemies..."

Without needing to say anything more, Ulger could naturally imagine such a scene under the influence of genes, hormones, and psychic energy.

It even saw a phantom image:

His figure grew as large as the starry sky, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned an endless army of orcs, plunging the entire galaxy into war and fire.

Ulger also saw that he had several extremely fierce warriors under his command.

Some of them are covered in a foul stench and oozing pus, bringing plague and pain to the enemy;
Some psionic powers are bizarre, capable of summoning meteorites from the sky or destroying entire fleets of ships with deafening thunderbolts.
Some are as terrifying as ghosts in the night, spreading terror and fear throughout the world.

Ulger's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he sprang to his feet, tilting his head back and shouting:

"I will become the god of the orcs, I will become Ugo! WAAAAGH!"

Luo Jia smiled slightly:
“Come, Urg, come with me to see our Lord. They will arrange the ceremony to help you become Urg.”

“Okay, let’s go!” Ulger responded, then, remembering the pointy-mouthed boys who had turned into rotten things, a strange and wary feeling arose in his heart:

"Who is your master? Is he some piece of junk?"

Loka paused almost imperceptibly, not expecting that even after things had progressed to this point, the orcs' prejudice against demons still couldn't be completely eliminated.

“No, Urg. My master is not trash.”

"Then how do you explain the pointy-mouthed kid who turned into a piece of junk?"

Luo Jia smiled gently:

“Urg, the rotten thing you’re talking about is nothing more than a servant of my lord, and the lowest and most despicable kind at that.”

Ulger's vigilance did not diminish but rather increased:
"Your master's servant is a piece of trash? Then what is your master? An even bigger piece of trash?"

Luo Jia's expression stiffened slightly:

"No, they are gods, omnipotent gods."

“All-powerful?” Ulgri paused. “Then bring them before me and let me become an orc god here.”

Loka's expression grew increasingly stiff.

He himself probably wouldn't believe it if he told the truth.

The subspace beings he now serves, who call themselves gods, are nominally omnipotent, but in reality, they cannot freely enter or leave the real universe.

In fact, if the so-called Chaos Gods were truly omnipotent...

They could easily capture all life forms in the universe and create a massive and efficient production line for negative emotions.

such as:

Using hormonal and neurotechnologies, the human race can be rapidly propagated at a rate of producing a generation of adults every three years.

These people are injected with hormones 24 hours a day, causing them to be in a state of bloodlust, indulgence, calculation, and love of life at all times, continuously generating emotional value around the clock.

When their lives are over, they will be put into a biomass recycling plant to provide raw materials for the next generation.

If they cannot achieve this level, what right do the Chaos Gods have to call themselves gods?
Loka had often pondered whether the Chaos Gods were truly gods.

But whenever he fell into deep thought, he would think of the injustice the emperor had done to him.

What he longed for was a god who could answer his prayers at all times.

The Chaos "Gods" could do this, so Loka was willing to become their servant.

“Urgh, the gods rarely leave their court. If you wish to see them, you must travel from the Eye of Fear to the Warp…”

"Hmph." Ulger snorted heavily, shaking his head forcefully.
"I think you're talking nonsense! Gods can go wherever they want! Unless a god comes to me, I won't believe your lies!"

Loka's heart sank as he sensed the psionic energy he had placed on Urg rapidly diminishing.

When he used his psionic powers, he used all his strength and also consumed the blessings that the Chaos Gods had bestowed upon him.

Even so, Urg was only briefly bewitched by psionic energy.

Less than two minutes had passed, and it was almost free from mind control!
The orcs' resistance to the corruption of chaos is terrifying!
“Damn shrimp…” Ulger exhaled a breath of stale air and roared loudly:

"What did you just do to my brain?! Brother Mao is the coolest and most powerful kid among us orcs! How dare you say they're dead! You're asking for it! No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly defeat my army of greenskins! ...Guards! Kill this stinking shrimp! I'm going to use his head as a chamber pot!"

Ulgri called to the Beast King's guards outside the door.

But the gates here have long been sealed by Loka's psionic energy.

The beast king's guards outside the door couldn't get in, nor could they hear anything coming from inside.

Luo Jia looked impatient, with a hint of anger.

The effects of receiving blessings from the gods after being misled are vastly different from those of being forced to receive them; the latter is far less effective than the former.

Under the influence of the Chaos, Urg receives the blessing of Chaos and can become one-third of an orc god.

If a blessing is forcibly bestowed without being manipulated, Urg will at most become one-tenth of an orc god.

Seeing that Ulger was about to launch an attack, Loga disregarded his own failure to meet performance targets and directly used his psionic energy to forcibly immobilize the opponent.

"You green-skinned bastard, you asked for this."

The peaceful expression on Luo Jia's face vanished, replaced by a sinister look in his eyes:

"Since you are unwilling to willingly come into the embrace of my Lord, then I will have no choice but to forcibly take you there!"

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!" Ulger couldn't move or speak, he could only squeeze out sounds from his throat, glaring angrily at the shrimp.

While immobilizing Urg, Loka activated the Noisy Box on the throne, using psionic energy to mimic the Beast King's voice:

"Kids, I'm going to the Eye of Fear to pull off a big heist! Get the 'Wolf Blade' there now, and don't let any other ships follow!"

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!" Urge was so anxious he wanted to curse.

A response came from the noisy box:
"Alright, boss! Let's go!"

"Ugh ugh ugh!" Ulger not only wanted to curse, but also wanted to hang up the boatman and whip him.

No matter how much it resisted, it could not break free from the psionic restraints and could only watch helplessly as the "Wolf Blade" left the fleet and headed alone to the Eye of Terror.

(End of this chapter)