I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 291 Courageous but Lacking Intelligence

"Are these orcs?"

In the internal channel of the landing team, a veteran couldn't help but mutter under his breath:
"I have never seen an orc with such good equipment."

The crimson goggles gleamed faintly, and the scanned data was reflected in the team's shared field of vision, revealing the orcs' life signals and the amazing material of their armor.

With a height of nearly six meters, a net weight of no less than three hundred kilograms, and a green-skinned ceramic steel power armor weighing four hundred kilograms, such a configuration is comparable to the Terminator.

Next, observe the energy signal reactions on their bodies.

With a single-unit shield, a powered backpack, thrusters, force field weapons, heavy explosive projectiles, thermal bombs, an optical camouflage cloak, and strange force field signals, it is fully armed, truly armed to the teeth.

If it weren't for their physical shape and the "beast" pattern on their chests indicating that they were orcs, bystanders might really think they were elite Space Marines.

The most outrageous were the three orcs leading the group.

The orc on the left has almost no flesh and blood tissue; it is covered in metal inside and out, like an iron man, and its height reaches an exaggerated eight meters, like an iron tower.

The orc on the right is over six meters tall. Despite being an alien, he wears a robe similar to that of the ancient Terran Crusaders, with a metal tome fastened to his waist by a chain.

The orc in the middle is unremarkable at first glance. His height of five meters is somewhat lacking, and his armor is not entirely made of ceramic steel. It seems to contain some non-metallic and non-stone materials. His weapons are nothing more than a heavy bomb gun and a chainsaw sword.

Its stance was very relaxed, with its hands on its hips and its legs spread apart. Although its entire body was full of openings, it still made people feel that it was terrifyingly strong.

“Riemann Russ. Finally, we meet. Welcome.”

The orc in the center position placed his right hand on his left chest and nodded in greeting; the orcs behind him made the same gesture in perfect unison.

"We are the Space Beast Tribe, affiliated with the Paru Empire. I am the tribe's leader, Space. The man to my left is the tribe's second-in-command, Beast. My other companion is..."

Before Li Nuo could finish speaking, a cold voice cut in.

"Orcs, why do you call yourselves Space Beasts? Do you know that this is a desecration of the glory of the human empire?"

The person speaking was wearing Terminator armor and did not remove his helmet.

Judging from the insignia on the curved surface of his shoulder armor, he was Ganhild, the company commander of the Space Wolves Company 1.

Ganhild gripped the heavy bomb gun and cocked it with a click:

"We have nothing to talk about with the Xenomorphs. Nor will we tolerate another Orcish Empire appearing on our borders. Are you ready to die, Greenskins?"

They were the elite of the elite, the extreme of the extreme, the executioners among executioners.

Ganhild's words were harsh, but they reflected the sentiments of all the Space Marines present.

Leman Ruth did not stop Ganhilt from provoking the orcs.

Moreover, he had secretly decided to annihilate this orc army.

These orcs are too strange; appropriate provocation and stimulation might force them to reveal their true intentions.

To the wolves' surprise, the orcs, who should have been furious, remained calm and showed no anger whatsoever.

"If we fight, we'll fight to the bitter end. If we talk, we warmly welcome it."

The lead orc stood with his hands on his hips, his gaze slowly sweeping over the actions of the Space Marines, exuding a powerful aura of confidence and composure.
“You have been used by Chaos. If you do not learn from this lesson, you will be used again.”

Gansilt picked up the explosive pistol.

A hand reached out and pressed down on the muzzle of his gun.

Ganhild looked over and saw that the other party was Wolf, the Legion's chief wolf priest.

The Space Wolves have long studied Chaos. Every Wolf Priest knows of the existence of Chaos Demons and is aware of their treachery and malice.

Wolf said in a deep voice:

"Orc, I know what you mean. Someone is instigating conflict among us. But aren't you being used by those behind the scenes as well? If you don't want conflict, then leave this star system and stay far away from the Empire's borders."

Ganhilt took the gun from the chief wolf priest, his tone resentful:
"Why should we be polite to these orcs? They only number a little over a hundred on this planet, while we occupy near-Earth orbit. They can't escape! Let's wipe them out, leave a few alive, find out the exact location of the Paru Empire, and then eliminate the threat! That's what we should be doing."

A conflict broke out between the Wolf Lord and the Chief Wolf Priest, with each side sticking to their own version of events.

The two of them looked at the original body at the same time.

Lehman Russ released the explosive pistol from his hand and instead gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Space Wolf is a big fan of close combat.

When they hold sharp blades, it means they're ready to fight; when they hold guns, it means there's still room for negotiation.

Riemann Russ conveyed his orders through concrete actions.

The wolf lord and chief wolf priest, who had been arguing, immediately stopped talking and picked up their respective melee weapons.

The wolves may quarrel, but when their leader gives an order, none dare disobey.

A somber atmosphere quickly took hold.

The lead orc remained in the same position, his eyes calm, a hint of disdain subtly revealed:
"Pathetic space wolves. You simply grasped your power but didn't know how to control it. It's regrettable that you made the wrong decision. But you are also lucky. You won't die a miserable death today because of your wrong decision."

"You arrogant orc, stop your tricks and die!"

Ganhilt roared and charged forward.

"Bang!" The stone wall on the side was shattered by a beam of golden light!
Debris flew everywhere, and the air currents were chaotic!
A golden figure stood between the two sides, his halberd blocking Ganhild's attack.

"clang!"

The sharp, deafening explosion forced Gansilt to retreat.

As the smoke and dust settled, golden armor and red mane emerged.

"Imperial Guards!"

The space wolf was thrown into chaos, its sharp blade frozen in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

The imperial guard held his halberd upright in his right hand and took out a miniature holographic projector in his left, speaking in an unquestionable tone:

"In the name of the Emperor, I have been ordered to stop this bloodshed..."

The holographic projection displayed an imperial edict written in the emperor's own hand, each stroke crystal clear.

All members of Space Wolves sheathed their swords and knelt on one knee.

The Imperial Guards proclaimed in a loud voice:
"The Palu Orc Empire is a secret ally of the Human Empire and enjoys the right to waiver of war under the 'Secret Front Covenant'. No Imperial armed force may engage in war with the Palu Orc Empire without the Emperor's authorization."

The Imperial Guard withdrew the miniature holographic projection from his left hand and looked at the Primarch:

"Russ, do you understand the Emperor's decree?"

Leman Russ led his soldiers to their feet and nodded in response:
"Yes, I understand. However, I don't understand why Father would protect these orcs."

The Imperial Guards shook their heads:
“You’re mistaken, Ruth. The Emperor isn’t protecting the Palu Orcs, he’s protecting you.”

These remarks stirred up the wolves once again. They, who always considered themselves to be top-notch fighters, had never bowed down to the aliens.

The imperial guard stepped aside and said casually:

"If you don't believe me, you can challenge these orcs. I don't think they'll refuse."

The Imperial Guards stood at the sidelines, seemingly certain that a contest was about to take place between the two sides.

Li Nuo stood at the very front of the orc formation, glanced at Jin Yumi, and chuckled inwardly.

As expected, while avoiding bloodshed, the Emperor wanted to use the Space Wolves to probe the Palu Orcs' true strength and see just how powerful these orcs who had developed in the Web Dao were.

Li Nuo hesitated for a moment, then did not avoid the question.

He also wanted to know the exact combat capabilities of the Space Wolves.

"I'm going to challenge it!"

Ganhild strode forward, his gaze fixed on the nonchalant Li Nuo.

Li Nuo snapped his fingers, and a six-meter-tall orc stepped out from behind him.

It wasn't Elon, nor was it a beast; it was just an ordinary orc present.

Gansilt felt humiliated and took several steps, each one heavier than the last, while the force field sword in his hand shone brightly.

With a single swing of the sword, the sword light surged!

The orc rushed in front of Li Nuo, and a dark green shield popped up instantly.

"boom!"

The force field sword struck the green dam heavily, causing the green shield to tremble violently, and the force field sword light flashed rapidly.

The orc reached to his waist with his right hand and produced a chainsaw axe.

"Om-"

The serrated chain rotates at high speed, and the axe blade slashes from bottom to top, forcing back the force field sword.

Ganhilt dodged the axe blade and was about to turn around and fight back, but the force field sword had only traveled halfway when he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him.

The Terminator Armor's Void Shield Generator responds automatically.

The steel fist slammed into the shield with a resounding clang, sending a shiver down Gansilt's spine.

Before he could think any further, a hail of punches came hurtling towards him, accompanied by the whooshing sound of chainsaws and axes whistling through the air.

"Bang bang bang—clang clang clang—buzz buzz buzz—"

The two engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat, like a raging storm. Their shields flickered rapidly, and almost simultaneously, they stopped functioning due to overheating, followed by a series of loud, visceral punches.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every punch from the orc landed on Ganhilt's wrist, deflecting the force field sword and preventing it from slicing through his stomach.

"boom!!"

With a final, loud bang, Ganhilt's armor visibly collapsed as the chainsaw axe pierced his chest, forcing him to retreat.

The orc's axe missed its mark, but he lashed out with his right elbow, the hard elbow joint rapidly magnifying in Ganhild's vision.

"clang!"

The golden halberd blocked the elbow strike.

The Imperial Guard intervened, declaring the duel over:
"The Palu Orcs win."

Heavy breathing could be heard from behind Ganhilt's mask, and his eyes behind the goggles were filled with resentment.

But so what.

He definitely couldn't have dodged that elbow strike.

I have no idea how this orc in front of me grew, why its reaction speed is so terrifying, and why its attack method is so simple yet efficient. It is simply a standard killing machine.

"I think even that sharp-tongued brat isn't as strong as that piece of junk..."

The orc, carrying his axe, scratched his head, turned and walked back to the group, muttering to himself.

He was speaking in orc slang, and the Space Wolf wasn't provoked. Li Nuo, however, almost burst out laughing. The group of tall, burly orcs behind him were no ordinary Paru kid.

They are the elite of the Net Path Expeditionary Force, who spend years fighting against trash in the Net Path Graveyard. Their combat power is off the charts. If they were placed in the Ulanno Empire, they would definitely be at the level of the Beast King's personal guards.

A company commander wants to defeat the Beast King's personal guard?

I want to eat fart!
"I'm going to take on the challenge."

After Ganhilt returned, Chief Wolf Priest came out and pointed his sword at the beast beside Lino.

The beast glanced at its leader, and after receiving the leader's approval, stepped out of the formation.

"Hello, human."

The beast's voice sounded clear and foolish, unlike that of an orc, and it spoke Low Gothic with clear pronunciation.

Wolf was taken aback, not expecting the orc he had chosen to be so polite. He hesitated before offering a greeting:
"...Oh, hello. Let's begin. I'm a psionicist. I'll try to hold back."

The beast chuckled憨憨地:

"Hehe, I'm a psionicist too. Go ahead and try, I can handle it."

"You're a psionicist too?" Wolf became serious, pushing his right hand forward.

A bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the sword, but was blocked by the psionic shield in front of the beast.

Slight ripples appeared on the surface of the shield, indicating that the beast's psychic power was solid and formidable.

Li Nuo nodded to himself, not surprised by this.

Beast is an all-around kid, carrying the best genetic fragments of all orcs, including, of course, the psionic kid.

Wolf fired bolts of lightning, gradually increasing his psionic energy fluctuations to test the beast's strength.

The beast's retaliation is simple and unadorned.

He locked his gaze on Wolf's head, consumed universal psionic materials, and activated the headshot spell.

Whether a headshot spell will succeed depends on whether the psionic energy fluctuations of the spell can affect the target's head.

Wolf's psionic shield blocked the psionic energy fluctuations from the headshot spell.

The beast intensified its attack.

The distorted light sources around Wolf's head increased, and the psionic shield, under immense pressure, evolved from a transparent, egg-shaped shell into a thin film that clung tightly to the skin's surface.

Half a minute later, the beast remained unmoved by the thunderous bombardment, while Wolf's head was almost completely enveloped by the pressure of the head-bursting attack, and his head was just a hair's breadth away from being crushed.

"I... admit defeat."

Wolf managed to utter a few words.

The beast chuckled, dissipated its psionic energy fluctuations, and bowed respectfully in a proper manner.

"Thank you for your concession."

Since the orc was so polite, Wolf couldn't help but bow in return before returning to his group.

With the dueling arena empty, Leman Russ's gaze fell on the orc named Space, eager to try his luck.

"Space, I challenge you."

Ruth drew the sword from his waist—the Sword of Night (Mjalnar).

"No, your opponent is me."

The towering figure strode forward, pressing down like a low mountain.

Aron's massive body was incredibly imposing, causing the wolves to instinctively tighten their grip on their weapons, and even Leman Ruth's steps slowed involuntarily.

"Come on, Ruth, make your move. I've been wanting to fight the Primarch for ages."

The roar of an engine emanated from within Airon's body, like an earth dragon turning over.

Before Ruth could respond, a terracotta gauntlet, half a meter wide, slammed towards Ruth's face with lightning speed.

"boom!!!!!!"

The deafening roar sent chills down everyone's spines. A huge crater was blasted into the spot where Russ stood, and large cracks appeared in the surrounding floor.

Ruth flashed and moved ten meters away, leaving a trail of afterimages as she rushed toward her opponent, her sharp blade aimed at the joint on his opponent's ankle.

He was fast and decisive, and his sword of night was indestructible.

But he was wearing high-tech power armor.

A buzzing static noise emanated from within Airon's body.

Within 0.1 seconds, a magnetic field enveloped a ten-meter radius around the armor, and the precision-engineered power armor was magnetized in an instant.

Airon transformed into a giant magnet, attracting Ruth, who slammed into Airon's thigh with a thud.

Ruth tried to break free from the magnetic field, but couldn't even lift one hand. The wolves swarmed forward in tension and fear.

"grown ups!"

"Father!"

"Roar!" Airon roared, his chest compressor spewing out high-pressure air and sound waves.

In an instant, the wolves were brought to a halt by the violent sonic boom, and the walls, ceiling, and floor of the underground space cracked inch by inch.

"Primarch, you have lost."

Airon reversed the magnetic field within his body.

Ruth was launched like a projectile from a railgun, crashing into the crowd and leaving his own wolf cubs dazed and confused.

The crowd scrambled to their feet, glaring fiercely at the orcs.

"How dare you insult our original body like this?"

"Orcs, let the war begin!"

Gansilt led the charge, pulling the trigger of his heavy bomb gun as he ran.

next second.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang————”

A series of explosions rang out, and all the Space Marines' bomb guns exploded at the same time!

They didn't manage to fire a single bullet!
All the explosive rounds got stuck in the barrel and exploded!

Then look at their waists.

The chainsaw sword, force field sword, chainsaw axe, and force field hammer were all broken in two, sparking and emitting black smoke.

This sudden turn of events stunned the wolves; in the blink of an eye, they became toothless, dumb wolves.

In the holographic view, the curve symbolizing the psionic reading forms a sharp peak, indicating that a brief psionic fluctuation has just occurred.

It was this fluctuation that caused the explosive gun to explode, snapping everyone's blades.

"Arrogance, conceit, recklessness, stupidity. Didn't the Emperor teach you humility when he created you? A bunch of brainless idiots with power but no brains."

A cold, clear voice echoed through the underground space as the Space Marines stared blankly at the fragments of weapons in their hands.

Li Nuo's words provoked the wolves' anger.

Some clenched their fists, ready to charge into battle, while others looked towards the Imperial Guards, hoping that the Emperor's eyes and ears would intervene on their behalf.

The Imperial Guards, fulfilling their mission, tapped the tips of their spears in Li Nuo's direction:
"Orc, watch your words."

"Heh." Li Nuo sneered.
"Do you think it would take to destroy Terra? And why didn't Chaos use Cyclone Torpedoes to destroy Terra? You are nothing but food in the eyes of the Chaos God. Don't take yourselves too seriously."

"Click!"

The Imperial Guard's spear was broken in two, standing upright, which startled everyone.

"Goodbye, shrimp. If you come here to cause trouble again next time, it won't be so easy."

Li Nuo waved his hand, and the Orcs collectively activated optical cloaking and "Morch Silently," disappearing without a trace, leaving a group of Space Marines stunned for a long time.

Those who suffered the most were none other than Riemann Russ and the Imperial Guard.

Ruth was furious, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

The Imperial Guard's voice was icy, his fingertips trembling with rage:
"I will report what happened here truthfully..."

The Imperial Guard reached for the miniature holographic projector at his waist, which contained a video recording of the entire incident.

But all he found was a handful of sand; the so-called video had already turned to dust without a sound.

Looking at the external sensors on the Space Marines and Primarch armor, some were smoking, some were dripping oil, and the video and audio recording functions had failed.

"These are a terrifying group of aliens." Ruth suppressed his anger, his voice low and somber.
“I don’t understand why the Emperor wants us to be patient. With the example of the Ulanor Orc Empire, we should nip the Orc kingdoms in the bud before they develop, rather than forming a so-called secret alliance with them.”

Ganhilt responded:
"Yes, sir. We'd better return to near-Earth orbit and bombard the planet. Force them out from underground. The fleet also has a few Cyclone torpedoes, perfect for destroying planets in the star system."

Ganhilt's suggestion was approved by the wolves, and they all nodded in agreement.

The Imperial Guard glanced at the indignant Space Marines, then stared at the spot where the Orcs had disappeared.

Gradually, he seemed to understand something.

He seemed to understand why the leader of that orcish group had provoked the Space Wolves.

"It's incredible that the Palu beastmen are so intelligent."

The Imperial Guard muttered to themselves in a barely audible voice.

His anger vanished, replaced by a reluctant admiration.

"I will leave this planet with your fleet." The Imperial Guard and the elite Space Wolves returned to near-Earth orbit together.

Moments later, Expedition 40 began to unleash their firepower.

They bombarded every planet in the star system, letting the fireworks of the bombardment explode in full force.

At some point, the warp veil that had blocked warp travel disappeared.

Expeditionary Team No. 40 can leave at any time after the bombing is completed.

Meanwhile, in the subspace corresponding to the star system, several pairs of eyes are observing the real universe from another dimension.

The rage in the heart of the space wolf stirred up a small but significant emotional wave in the subspace.

Observing the existence of the real universe and savoring the ebb and flow of emotions brings a profound sense of satisfaction.

The sight of space beasts and space wolves fighting is exactly what the owners of these eyes want to see.

(End of this chapter)