Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 744: Make the Orcs Great Again (asking for monthly tickets)
The green-skinned orcs have the most terrifying adaptability and reproductive capacity in the galaxy.

They can adapt to the harshest environments. As long as there is a little light from the stars and a little bit of rock or soil for the spores to attach to, they can continuously spread the spores and reproduce their own population.

Of course, this adaptability also includes psychological aspects.

Kirk Da Vinci showed strong psychological qualities and immediately put aside the depression and sorrow in his heart.

After realizing that all green orcs were cursed by some entity, which prevented their offspring from evolving into Kolk orcs, he quickly accepted the fact.

Self-pity is not Kirk Da Vinci's style. He is brave enough to fight against heaven and earth. Even if a star god comes in front of him, he will be beaten by a big tough guy.

If there are no Kirk orcs, then these Ork orcs can be used with some force.

The era that Leonardo da Vinci came from was an era when the ancient saints and the star gods were fighting head-on in the universe. The two sides fought to the point that the laws were wiped out and the stars were annihilated.

Under the terrifying intensity of war, even the Star Gods and Ancient Saints could hardly guarantee their survival, not to mention the Ancient Orcs who were born just to fill the line.

In the coalition of the ancient saints, the positioning of each subordinate race has always been very clear.

The Kork Orks are the largest in number, and therefore bear the greatest pressure on the front lines against the Necrons and C'tan.

Many times, the direct enemies these ancient orcs have to face are the stellar vampires.

Those star gods are themselves the embodiment of the rules of the universe, and their every move can trigger extremely terrifying real forces.

It is conceivable that the Kirk orcs had to pay a heavy price in casualties and sacrifices in order to contain these enemies.

Even the powerful ancient orcs, equipped with power armor made with the ancient saints' top technology and various advanced technologies imprinted deep in their genes, are not in a very good situation.

And those ancient spirits are even more loved and protected by the ancient saints.

Under the command of the Eldar gods, they relied on the super mobility of the Webway to carry out guerrilla harassment operations everywhere.

The psychic power of the ancient elves is extremely powerful, far beyond the reach of today's Aida elves.

When Eldrad Uslan awakened the Blackstone Fortress controlled by Horus, the Blackstone Fortress's intelligence once lamented why the younger generations of the Eldar were so weak that they were not even as strong as the children of the ancient Eldar.

You should know that Uslan is already one of the most powerful psychic beings among the Eldar. He can even use his power to directly exile some not-so-strong Chaos Demons.

Active in the War in Heaven are the Ancient Eldar, who are hundreds of times more powerful than Uslan, and even more powerful Eldar gods.

Those ancient elves cooperated with the Eldar gods and used the power of various magic arcane spells and psychic formations to deal a heavy blow to the coalition forces of the Star Gods and the Necrons.

They even treated the stars in the universe as chess pieces on a chessboard, arranging and combining them, and using the changes in the stars to amplify the psychic power drawn from the subspace.

Compared with the ancient orcs who use the power of technology and their own strength, the ancient spirits are more responsible for output. Their lives are much more precious than those of the ancient orcs who can be found in large numbers.

As for the other subordinate races, Leonardo da Vinci had a very vague impression of them. After all, the wars they faced were extremely urgent, and they did not have much time to socialize.

He vaguely remembered that there was a subordinate race called [Space Apes], who were particularly good at creation and repair, and often helped the ancient orcs to create some special equipment.

Leonardo da Vinci noticed that among the orcs on the green planet, there was a group of guys responsible for building weapons, vehicles, and some special orc technologies.

Blood Howl Zach called them technician boys, or even more waaagh, big technicians.

These technician boys, who have a lot of creative ideas in their heads, are best at repairing and modifying a bunch of garbage or broken weapons picked up from somewhere, and then turning them into a brand new weapon, and then directly handing it over to other green-skinned boys for use.

Whenever he saw this scene, Da Vinci felt a constant headache. How could they do such a stupid thing?

Science is rigorous and sacred, and this is simply a joke.

As a Kork orc who has received a complete scientific education from the ancient saints and emphasizes science, rationality and objectivity, the existence of these Orks is a provocation to his worldview.

Damn, how did the great orcs become like this?
"I don't know if those space apes survived. I'd rather the more reliable ones help us build weapons."

"The weapons these technician boys build will kill us before they kill the enemy."

Da Vinci muttered to himself, but he still appeared calm as a rock.

He slowly put his fingers on the connection of the helmet, and with a transmission sound, the tactical helmet that integrated many cutting-edge technologies was taken off by him.

The gas circulating inside gushes out, making a "sizzling" sound of gas exchange.

Then, Da Vinci fastened the tactical helmet, which was half the size of a Space Marine, onto the magnetic lock at his waist.

The true appearance of the Kork orcs was finally revealed to Bloodhowl Zak and other Orcs.

The facial features of this ancient orc are smoother and more coordinated than those of these degenerate descendants. His light green skin reveals a clear jade texture, with a faint texture emerging.

Apart from the two giant fangs that are more than one meter long, the Kork orcs don't even look very fierce.

The appearance of the Orks is not very flattering. Their muddy dark green skin is covered with cracks, wrinkles and ugly scars.

Certain fungal mildew and growths attached to dandruff can fluoresce as waaagh energy surges.

The ancient orc's muscles are more coordinated and slender, and he looks like a powerful warrior who has experienced many battles.

The muscles of the Orks were as hard and tangled as steel bars, with bulging veins in their muscles, and they exuded the stench of rotting sweat.

Strictly speaking, Da Vinci's appearance does not quite conform to the aesthetics of the Orks.

He was too clean, with no scars on his skin that symbolized victory and glory. His two white fangs were huge but too smooth and complete.

What the green-skinned orcs appreciate most is the wild aesthetic of the protruding jaw, the curved fangs that pierce the lips like rusty scimitars, and the enemy's broken bones and metal fragments stuffed between the yellowed teeth.

If you add a nose bridge as flat as a meteorite crater, a pair of scarlet and turbid bloodshot eyes, and a body tattooed with war totems, and covered with metal spikes, rotten chains and enemy skulls, it would be simply waaagh.

But these are minor problems that are not worth mentioning in the face of the opponent's overwhelming size.

The orcs' worldview is very simple: bigger is better, more is beautiful, and the bigger the green-skinned orc, the more admiration and resonance he can arouse from his peers.

The more green orcs worship a boss, the more powerful this boss will become under the influence of waaagh's position.

There is absolutely no comparison between the five-meter-tall Blood Howler Zack and the twelve-meter-tall Kirk Da Vinci.

The orcs couldn't help but roar from the bottom of their hearts, and waves of "waaaagh" even began to echo and circle across the entire green planet.

Even Blood Howl Zak, who had been deprived of his position as warlord, joined in the waaaagh and offered his admiration to Leonardo da Vinci.

"I think this prison is even bigger and more powerful than the Emperor of Ullanor!"

"Yeah, yeah, that emperor was all talk and action, but he was still defeated by that idiot emperor. This dead ball is nothing!"

"Compared to him, the Golden Giant is so powerful. Why don't any orcs worship the Golden Giant?"

"I really want the teeth in that big mouth. Such big teeth, how much must they be worth!"

The orcs gathered together and quarreled with each other in great enthusiasm, and even started pushing and fighting while quarreling.

The originally harmonious and solemn scene suddenly turned into chaos, and the green-skinned orcs affected immediately joined the battle as if triggering a chain reaction.

Leonardo da Vinci looked at these descendants helplessly. If it were their time, the Kirk orcs who disobeyed discipline would only be executed on the spot by the political commissar.

What about their discipline, their military discipline, and their tactical qualities?

"I think it's really boring to rule over such a bunch of idiots."

Da Vinci muttered in his heart, but soon he realized with horror that he was also being assimilated by the waaagh stance of these Orks.

Although he was just an ordinary member of the Kirk Orc Legion and not even a captain, he was still a cultured and well-educated orc.

Leonardo da Vinci naturally disdained to use words like "I'm thinking" and "you idiot".

Leonardo looked around helplessly. Endless green-skinned orcs were cheering and roaring in various ruins, mountains, and garbage dumps, celebrating that they had found a new prison.

This atmosphere infected him, and he couldn't help but raise his arms and shout loudly.

A huge amount of air flow began to gush out from his lungs, and when it rushed out of his throat, it turned into an extremely rough and bold roar.

"waaaagh!!!"

The waaagh of the Kolk orcs even broke through the barrier of the planet, directly tore through the atmosphere on the surface of the planet, and turned into a dazzling green light that was projected into the dark universe.

After shouting this, Leonardo da Vinci's depression and sorrow were instantly swept away.

"I think shouting a few times will really help." He roared with his head down.

"Fuck the Necrons, fuck Catan, fuck them all, die!"

The orc boys happily surrounded the boss and flattered him in various ways.

Some orcs also brought barrels of mushroom wine and some delicious cooked mushroom skugs to Da Vinci.

He did not refuse again, but integrated into the orcs' habits, starting to eat large chunks of meat and drink large gulps of wine.

The ancient orc put down the inertia hammer in his left hand, and the giant power claw on his right hand also slowly retracted.

Zack touched Leonardo da Vinci's giant hammer with envy. He felt that this hammer was so waaagh that he even developed a strong desire to possess it.

"Take it and use it."

Da Vinci was not stingy either, and directly threw the inertia hammer in his hand over.

The hammer head of this giant hammer is even larger than that of most orcs. Together with the thick handle, its height when standing upright is probably more than six meters.

For Zack, who is only five meters tall, this giant hammer is totally beyond his ability to control.

But he gritted his teeth and used the strength he had gained from eating mushroom wine to pick it up.

The knotted veins bulged out on the bulging muscles. He panted with his mouth full of yellow teeth, but still couldn't help stroking the precious hammer with joy.

"I will make a suitable one for each of you. Throw away the garbage on you." Da Vinci promised.

Zack suddenly grinned, but was still reluctant to put down his giant power claw made of scrap metal and cables.

And his powerful big gun was hidden tightly at his waist.

After a while of fighting, Da Vinci had completely conquered all the green-skinned orcs.

Such a powerful and friendly Lao Da is the leader that countless green-skinned orcs dream of.

They would be willing to die for Leonardo da Vinci.

Da Vinci felt a warm current in his stomach. The food was being converted into energy, which made him feel very comfortable.

"Come here, boys. I want to know if you know the history of the past."

"Do you know where you came from, why you were born, and how many hardships you have suffered in the past?"

With the permission of their leader, the green-skinned orcs immediately crowded over. There were even many short fart monsters and snot monsters who timidly squeezed to the front from the crowd of orcs.

"The past? History?" Blood Howl Zack scratched his head in confusion.

Holy shit, they really haven't given much thought to the history of the green orcs.

They don't even know where they came from, they only know that they all grew out of the ground.

"Boss, we don't know what you are talking about." Zack answered honestly, without showing off his cleverness in front of Da Vinci.

Leonardo da Vinci frowned slightly. It seemed that these orcs had not only degenerated physically, but were also very worrying in terms of culture and spirit.

"Do you know the Ancient Saints? They are our creators." Da Vinci continued to ask.

There was a glimmer of hope in his huge eyes. He hoped that these descendants would still remember the ancient saints and the great Creator.

But unfortunately, Zack continued to scratch his head, even to the point that his power claws were about to scratch through his skin and bones, but he still couldn't come to any useful conclusion.

"Lao Da, we don't know what the Ancient Saint is. Can we eat it?"

"We only know the Wise Boy. In our legends, it was the Wise Boy who created the Orks."

Leonardo da Vinci was immediately delighted. He felt that the wise boy these younger generations were talking about might be the ancient sage in his knowledge.

It would be great if there were still ancient saints alive in this era, and he wouldn't be so lonely.

"Well, I don't know the specific situation. I'll find a slave owner who knows something and ask him for you."

As he said that, Zack domineeringly pushed his way through the dense crowd of orcs and found the oldest slave owner boy among the crowd.

There are many categories of Orc Boys, including Pain Boys who help heal wounds, Livestock Boys who are responsible for grazing and raising livestock, and Technician Boys who can build and maintain weapons and vehicles.

Among these boys, there was a special type: the slave-owning boys. Most of the orc legends were recorded and passed down by slave-owning boys, as they were the only ones with the time and energy to do so.

These slave-owning boys are one of the few special beings who are willing to take care of the farts and snots in the tribe. Of course, their care is based on whips.

They would use whips to force Farts and Snots to use their guns and cannons, or have Giant Squigg eat Farts that tried to flee.

Zack grabbed the slave owner's head directly, and he immediately screamed and flapped his legs to struggle out.

"Tell our jailer about the past, about that clever boy."

“The more detailed the better!”

The captured slave owner was scared to death by Zack's big mouth.

Some suspicious liquid dripped and splashed directly from his feet, landing directly on Zack's arms and chest. Blood Howl immediately threw him aside with disgust on his face.

"Master Lao, according to legend, it was the Wise Boy who created us Orks."

"According to legend, the Wise Ones are much smaller than us, so they trained the Green Ones to be strong and fierce to protect them from their enemies."

Da Vinci frowned slightly. He felt that the smart boy described by the slave owner and the ancient saint did not seem to be the same thing.

Although the Old Ones cannot compare with the Kork Orcs in size, they are not small either.

Although these creators are better at using their incredible psychic powers to deal with enemies, it does not mean that their bodies are weak.

In fact, when the Old Ones themselves wielded enchanted weapons and attacked with thunderous force, even the Kolk orcs would marvel at the power of the Creator.

"What about the wise boys? Where did they go?" Leonardo da Vinci asked.

The slave boy scratched his butt and tried hard to think about the information buried in his memory.

"I don't know. I just know that there was an extinction plague that lasted for centuries and completely killed all the intelligent beings."

"Without the guidance of the wise boy, we Orcs have become increasingly decadent and it is difficult to regain our past glory."

"Wise boy? Plague?" The ancient orc muttered to himself, savoring the two words.

In the time when he came, there were no wise men and no plague.

Apparently, something major had happened among the orcs since he had been captured and put into stasis by Trazyn.

"Then do you know me? Do you know what I am?" Da Vinci continued to ask.

"You, you are the big guy, our new jailer." The slave owner boy said tremblingly.

The light in Leonardo's eyes dimmed and his hope was dashed.

The orcs today don’t know about the Old Ones or the Kolk Orcs. The only thing they know is the Wise Boy.

Leonardo da Vinci began to deduce based on the known information.

"If the Creator camp had been completely defeated, then the Catan camp would have completely eliminated the threat and eradicated it completely."

"This also explains why the Kolk orcs disappeared completely. You know, with our vitality and reproductive capacity, as long as there is a Kolk in this vast galaxy, we will not become extinct!"

Leonardo da Vinci's heart was gnawed by pain again. He knew very well what kind of enemies his fellow comrades were facing that led to their extinction.

He should have lived and died with his comrades, but he was trapped in a stasis field and missed everything.

Resonating with Waaagh's position, all the orcs, including Zach, fell into a depressed mood.

They felt a sadness from ancient times, a loneliness caused by the vicissitudes of life, and helplessness about the future.

They don't know what happened in the past, but they have a strong urge that makes them want to destroy the world.

"The biggest suspects are the Necrons. After all, even Katan was backstabbed to pieces by them. They had the last laugh."

"They won everything and lost everything."

Leonardo searched his brain and found that he was losing some knowledge about regular weapons.

The weapons used by the Kork orcs are more than just real guns and bullets that can be seen with the naked eye.

In fact, when dealing with those star gods, if we do not use regular weapons to interfere with the other party's ability to control the real universe, then the war cannot be fought at all.

At the same time, some more advanced and powerful technologies were also dissipating in Leonardo da Vinci's brain. The powers that were originally engraved in his genes by the ancient saints were being blocked by an unknown will.

"Shielding, castrating the orcs' technology tree, reducing their war potential..."

"Knowledge becomes poison. The more knowledge a green-skinned orc possesses, the more likely they are to get sick and die."

Leonardo da Vinci understood clearly that he had seen through the enemy's sinister intentions.

"Not only that, they also planted the seeds of infighting in the blood of the orcs."

"In the absence of external enemies, orcs will unite under the banner of various orc warlords, and then, driven by instinct, declare war on other orc forces."

"The endless waaagh will drive the orcs to a never-ending war, whether the enemy is alien or their own kind."

"Under such circumstances, the orcs simply cannot steadily accumulate strength, because once each orc warlord becomes powerful, he will be unable to curb his impulse to start a civil war."

"They long for war, and they long to become the sole [Orc Emperor]."

"For a civilization, the greatest pain is not the oppression of foreign enemies. This only causes everyone to unite against the enemy and unite as one."

"Civil war is always the most deadly. Only civil war can bring down a great empire, because both sides who fall in a civil war are part of that empire."

Compared to these Orks who were born like this and are in a daze, Leonardo da Vinci, who came from ancient times, can better see the dilemma faced by the current race.

The ancient orcs never fight among themselves. They unite together and become the backbone of the ancient saint camp.

Perhaps the orcs today have not realized one thing: the objects of their war frenzy originally did not include their own compatriots.

Following the orcs' waaagh stance, Leonardo could feel that in the subspace, in the territory belonging to the orcs, there were two extremely huge subspace entities.

The green-skinned orcs respectfully called them Goge and Maoge.

They are the gods of the orcs. Goge is savage and cunning, while Maoge is cunning and savage.

Even these two orc gods are caught in an endless civil war. It is conceivable that how can the orcs who believe in them escape from the vortex of civil war?
Not only that, the Kork orcs were originally almost omnipotent, and they did not have a "clan" system like the Ork orcs.

In a sense, the orc clan system divides the orc group and divides them into camps according to their various personalities.

"It's not like this. It shouldn't be like this."

Many green-skinned orcs looked at their new boss, whose faces showed loneliness and unwillingness. They also looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"I can feel the presence of Goge and Maoge," said Da Vinci.

"This means they have chosen you, Lord Lao." Bloodhowl Zak said admiringly.

Some lucky orcs will be watched and blessed by Brother Gomao, and those lucky ones will receive endless power from the orc gods.

However, in their view, it was inevitable that Kirk Da Vinci, who was twelve meters tall, would be blessed by the second brother Gomao.

He will become the messenger of the Second Brother Gao Mao, their angel, and will carry out their will on their behalf.

"There shouldn't be two orc gods," said Leonardo.

"The origin of Brother Gomao comes from the Old Saints' experiments in creating gods. They helped their creations occupy a territory in the Warp, and then used the collective consciousness and souls of the orcs to forge the Warp God."

"Similar to them are the gods of the arrogant ancient elves."

"This god is the administrator of the orcs. He is also the source of the waaagh's stance and the originator of my power of thought."

"Depending on the filtering of the Administrator God, all orcs can use psychic energy without restraint, because the impure parts of the warp power have been excluded by the God."

"The orcs' souls will also be blessed by the gods, so there is no need to worry about being coveted and plundered by the evil gods of the warp."

At this moment, Da Vinci had seen through the methods his opponent used on the orcs.

This is to completely torture the ancient orcs to death, and use all means to prevent the ancient orcs from making a comeback.

From the genetic pollution suffered by the Green Orks, to the Green Orks' psychic entities in the Warp being split into two, they fight each other eternally.

One thing after another completely locked the future of the green-skinned orcs.

Leonardo da Vinci did not see the light of wisdom in the eyes of the green-skinned orcs around him.

They are more driven by instinct and have no idea what their race really needs.

They just wanted to fight a powerful enemy, die in a thrilling waaagh!!, and return to the arms of their nemesis.

But in Leonardo's view, this is meaningless to the orcs.

Even if the orcs gave birth to an orc emperor in the constant civil wars and waaagh, just like King Ulak Ugr who fell under the sword of the emperor, it would be of no use.

As long as the green orcs cannot break free from the control of instinct and the desire for civil war that is imprinted in their genes, they will be nothing more than brainless and fanatical beasts.

"You have no idea who the real enemy is, my compatriots and descendants," Leonardo da Vinci said compassionately.

"What?" Blood Howl Zack looked at his new boss in confusion.

"Who are our enemies? Just open your mouth and we'll chop off those bastards' heads."

"We've encountered some tough guys before. They kept shouting 'Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skulls to the Skull Throne', but they were just big talkers. They couldn't really take a beating."

Blood Howl Zak said proudly.

The origin of his title is that he bit the neck of a bloodthirsty demon with a brass throne with his fangs during a close combat.

All kinds of monsters can be seen in the Ghoul Star, and the demons from the warp are not even the most dangerous existence here.

"No, you are all wrong." Kirk Da Vinci shook his head.

"Our true enemy is the curse branded in our blood."

"We must make the Orks great again. Any enemy: the Necrons, the C'tan, the Eldar, the Chaos Demons, and now the humans who have taken the position of galactic overlords, are our opponents to defeat!"

"We must break the curse on our bodies, evolve again into the Kolk Orcs, and reshape the entire galaxy with more waaagh!"

Kirk Da Vinci's declaration and battle cry drove all the green orcs crazy.

They cried out "waaaagh!" and for Kirk, their bodies slowly transforming into those of their ancient ancestors.

Under the guidance of this ancient orc, although the genetic curse set by the enemy still exists, the gap between them can be continuously narrowed.

Even if they cannot become Kork orcs, they are at least stronger than the current Orcs.

"In order to achieve this goal, we must first expand our influence."

"Step One: The entire Ghoul Star will become the territory of the Greenskin Orcs. Those weak aliens will be completely wiped out and enslaved."

Leonardo da Vinci demonstrated a rare strategic quality among orcs. He even analyzed the development path in a reasonable and well-founded manner based on the current situation.

For green-skinned orcs like Bloodhowl Zak, these are magical abilities.

The green-skinned orcs' war instinct will be upgraded to war wisdom after reaching a certain stage, but under normal circumstances, these orc warlords simply do not have this long-term vision.

They just fight and then they're on their way to fight.

"After we unify the Ghoul Stars, we will use the resources and materials here to build our own battle moons, battle planets, and even battle stars."

"We will set out from the northeast corner of the galaxy, crush all enemies along the way, and dig up all the graves of our necromancers, the Necrons, and grab the damn metal skeletons inside and crush them into pieces!"

"This is going to be a waaagh like nothing seen since the Battle of Heaven!!!"

"Are you ready?"

Kirk Da Vinci looked down at the green-skinned orcs, each of whose ugly faces was filled with fanaticism and desire.

"We'll obey you, Lao Da! We'll fight wherever you tell us to fight!"

"Let all the bastards tremble under the iron hooves of the orcs!

(End of this chapter)