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

Chapter 771 Facing the Orcs and My Thoughts (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Loshi and Vulcan originally just wanted to be on the safe side and nip any potential risks in the bud in the bud in Ulanhuda.

But unexpectedly, this damned Raider's Forge had actually been controlled and infiltrated by the green-skinned orcs, who launched a Trojan Horse attack.

It can be inferred that the green-skinned orcs who rapidly expanded their power in the Ghoul Stars must have fought with Ulanhuda, but the latter survived by relying on his rich experience in escaping.

But now it seems that perhaps it wasn't that Ulanhuda was cunning enough, but rather that those green-skinned orcs deliberately let this human mobile forging world escape.

Quietly, they extended their tentacles into the interior of Ulanhuda.

Those incredibly resilient green spores took root and sprouted in the furnace that forged the world.

The newly minted orc technicians used the miscellaneous materials scattered around to create the "waaagh door" that belonged to the green-skinned orcs.

Meanwhile, the Dark Mechanic priests of Ulanhuda were too busy escaping to know anything about it.

As long as Ulanhuda can cross Nostramo and enter the heartland of humanity.

Then the hidden waaagh gate will immediately open, allowing humans to be stabbed in the back from behind, and the spreading green tide will turn the defensive battle into a more chaotic skirmish.

Now that their plan to deceive everyone has been exposed by humans, the green-skinned orcs have simply stopped pretending and directly used the Waaagh Gate to launch their war fleet towards Nostramore.

"These green-skinned aliens actually know how to use strategic deception. Even when I followed the Emperor to conquer the Ulanor Orc Empire, these orcs almost never used these roundabout tactics."

"What they love to do most is to gather a massive green tide and engage in head-on battles with the human war legions."

"It is precisely because of their straightforward fighting style that Horus's Shadowmoon Wolves have been able to repeatedly use decapitation tactics to efficiently kill orc warlords."

"After all, most of the time, those orc warlords are in the most conspicuous and eye-catching positions on the battlefield, making them hard to ignore."

As Vulcan gazed at the scene before him, he couldn't help but murmur about things from the past.

Horus... alas.

Without a doubt, green-skinned orcs who know how to use tactics will be dozens of times more troublesome than those simple green-skinned barbarians.

Ulanhuda is neither a battle moon nor a battle planet created by the green-skinned orcs.

It was just an empty shell parasitized by green-skinned orcs; only the innermost part was the green-skinned orcs' war fortress.

The fortress contained nothing but the waaagh gate of the green-skinned orcs, with only a powerful psionic shield protecting it from human bombardment.

The Waaagh portal is a long-distance teleportation portal created by the green-skinned orcs using ancient technology from their genes.

It can utilize the ancient sages' network, but it is different from the network, continuously sending troops and supplies to the front lines.

This also means that if the Waaagh Gate appears, it means that it's time to engage in face-to-face combat with the main force of the green-skinned orcs.

The green-skinned orc warships appeared at an alarming speed; in just a few minutes, more than six hundred green-skinned warships poured out of the Waaagh Gate.

Although most of these warships are made from space debris, abandoned spaceships, meteorites, and asteroid remnants, underestimating them will lead to serious trouble.

"First combat sequence: draw the attention of the greenskinned orcs head-on."

"Second and third battle orders, to flank the Greenskin Orc fleet from the side."

"Fourth Fleet, blow that damned Waaagh door from behind!"

Admiral Raeder gave the order with methodical command.

The holographic projection in front of him continuously displayed the advice and references given by thousands of staff commanders and bio-sages of the Mechanicus who specialize in studying green-skinned orcs, based on the actual situation.

War is about information asymmetry; the more you know about your enemy, the greater your chances of winning.

No matter how capable Raeder is, he can't possibly surpass the combined strength of all these staff officers.

Human scanning arrays are using observations of the warships of these ghoul-like green-skinned orcs to iteratively update the human database of knowledge about the green-skinned orcs.

After all, these green-skinned orcs are not the same kind of beings as the orcs of the past. If we continue to use outdated knowledge, it is very likely to lead to calculation errors.

The more than one thousand main warships of the Solar Fleet were quickly divided into independent hunting groups.

They formed smaller hunting fleets, which, under the control of secondary commanders, began to roam the battlefield with a clear purpose.

The Salamander fleet that Vulcan had just brought to Nostramore also joined the war after an emergency turn.

Vulcan is still on the surface of Nostramore, and his company commander is currently on the command bridge of the flagship, the Undying Ember.

Considering the coordination issues among the warships, Vulcan decisively ordered the company commander to hand over supreme command to Admiral Raeder.

In large-scale naval operations, the most taboo thing is having multiple command centers.

After all, the more warships there are, the greater the probability that their sailing trajectories will overlap.

If these steel monsters, which are tens of kilometers long, get too close, their gravitational fields could pull each other towards themselves, and then they would all perish.

Vulcan's cooperation greatly pleased Rosie, and this experience was dozens of times better than when she was with Ryan.

Back then, he was always the one cleaning up after the Lion King, but now Vulcan has become the supporter and the one who tolerates him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Raeder immediately played this trump card after taking over the Salamander Legion's fleet.

The admiral's terrifying battlefield command ability enabled him to command nearly two thousand capital warships in one go, with the assistance of artificial intelligence and thousands of combat staff.

Even among ordinary people, there is still a chance of producing a war genius like Raeder.

His talent surpassed that of most Astartes, fully demonstrating the infinite possibilities of mortals.

Dazzling blue-white energy beams crisscrossed the void. The orc fleet was so numerous that as long as you aimed in a general direction, you could almost always hit the enemy ships.

Many of the green-skinned orc warships exploded directly in the light spears, their already rubble-like hulls shattering into pieces.

They were not using a void shield, but an energy field shield based on waaagh energy, which also had excellent defensive effects.

The generators of these force field shields can malfunction, resulting in negative effects such as electrical leakage and the generation of highly toxic fumes.

If any unlucky orc gets too close, they might be vaporized by the overflowing plasma or poisoned to death.

The orc warships showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they charged towards the area with the most human warships, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Even Loshi, who was watching the battle from the planet's surface, could sense the terrifying psionic power surging between the galaxies.

Orcs are connected to each other using waaagh energy. The stronger this special psychic energy, the stronger the green-skinned orcs become, the more their strength, physique, and even intelligence will gradually increase.

Even if Lothar wanted to intervene in this sudden skirmish on a macro level, he would have to consider whether he would suffer a backlash from the green-skinned orc waaagh's stance.

"My original plan was to send a war fleet to the Ghoul Cluster to scout out the situation after you arrived."

"I just didn't expect that these green-skinned orcs would be even more impatient."

Using Ulanhuda as cover, they opened the Waaagh gate right under our noses.

"What I learned from the war taught me is that plans can never keep up with changes, so adaptability is an extremely important skill."

Vulcan was also staring intently at the Salamander warships in space. These warships, modified by the Eighteen Legions, were clearly different from those of the Solar Fleet.

The Salamander warships were all painted in a uniform dark green, and their surfaces still retained the behemoth and volcano decorations characteristic of Nocturne.

Furthermore, although these warships are slightly slower than the solar fleet, their firepower is a level higher.

The fire salamander legion's meticulously crafted light spears and macro cannons are far more lethal than those uniformly forged throughout the world.

This is due to the fact that the mechanical souls of these weapons of war are more powerful.

When the Son of Vulcan forged them, he not only created the physical bodies, but also a more powerful inner soul.

After the first salvo, the Greenskin Orcs' vanguard fleet had suffered considerable damage. Although they had regrouped, they had lost their advantage of surprise.

Meanwhile, the human hunters had already attacked from the flank.

The ferocious array of light spears, like the sharpest swords, cut a terrifying gash in the belly of the orc fleet.

The human fleet fearlessly "carved" its way into the gap, and then unleashed its macro cannons and void torpedoes once it was close enough.

The green-skinned orc's waaagh position distorted the curvature of the surrounding space.

This causes the light spear to behave as if it were being shot into water, resulting in more errors and deflections, thus reducing its lethality.

Compared to energy weapons, these live-fire weapons have a tangible carrier support, which often makes them highly effective at close range.

The Emperor-class battleships, an unconventional combat unit in the Imperial Navy, were more suited to carrier battle group operations.

Their hangars continuously unleashed fury interceptors and starhawk bombers, which more flexibly and maneuverably harassed and attacked some of the smaller orc warships.

These orc warships from the Ghoul Cluster, while improved in quality, still retain several characteristics of orc warships.

Orc warships typically possess extremely tough and strong frontal armor, but their sides and rear are relatively vulnerable.

Green-skinned orcs instinctively expose their most exaggerated and ferocious side to their enemies in order to demonstrate their strength and ferocity.

The first-order Imperial warships and Orc warships were intertwined, like a quagmire, tightly binding the enemy ships in a relatively narrow space.

Human and orc warships intersected and began close-quarters bayonet fighting.

Under Redell's command, the second and third tiers of warships flanked the orc warships from the flanks and rear.

On the space battlefield at this moment, the human fleet seemed to have opened its arms, embracing the orc warships, and then devoured most of the orc warships with a fierce and direct crushing attack.

Of course, the premise for using such a bold and aggressive offensive tactic is that the greenskin orcs can only deploy troops through that waaagh gate, and there is a numerical disparity between the two sides.

In a real space battlefield where both sides are locked in combat, doing this would only give the enemy an opportunity to exploit the situation and break through their defenses.

The two behemoths, the Emperor's Wrath and the Undying Ember, became the most dazzling presences on the battlefield.

They aimed their most powerful broadsides at the orc army, and tens of thousands of cannons continuously delivered death's message.

The orc fleet lacked anything capable of confronting the Thundercloud-class planetary warships, so the battle was a complete one-sided massacre.

However, the orcs showed no fear of their impending annihilation. Instead, they became even more fanatical and violent due to the deaths of their comrades and the escalation of the war.

They sailed aboard the "Boulder," along with assault ships and berserker rams, charging madly toward humanity's flagship.

These strange warships, with bow armor accounting for almost a third of their total length, were born to ram enemy ships.

Like sharp needles, they injected the green-skinned orcs inside into the enemy's warships.

The principle of switching sides in all tactics is not only understood by humans, but also by green-skinned orcs.

"Waaagh! Our frontal armor is indestructible!"

On these green-skinned orcs' boarding ships, all the orcs shared the same idea.

In their minds, no enemy could defeat their cool assault boats head-on.

Under the influence of my power of contemplation, the laser cannons fired by the Human Empire actually refracted and scattered upon contact with the frontal armor.

These assault boats, billowing toxic black smoke and occasionally flashing with electric sparks, forcefully broke through the protection of the Void Shield and successfully landed on a portion of the Empire's warships.

When these savage aliens from the ghoul constellations clash with humans at close range, the truly brutal battle begins.

Raeder's Imperial Solar Fleet was one of the few equipped with Astartes.

After all, the main force of the Imperial Fist is also responsible for guarding the solar system, so it is impossible to spare too many troops.

However, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar, Sigismund, one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade, led his warband to accompany the army.

This chapter, which split from the Imperial Fist in search of Dorne, brought together the most extreme, hard-line, and stubborn warriors, led by Sigismund.

The green-skinned orcs chose to launch a boarding assault against the very warships on which these Black Templars were located.

Who can blame them? The madmen of the Black Templar are always at the forefront of war, crushing their enemies with the most ferocious and violent methods.

Sigismund is not much different from a century ago, except for the gold nail on his forehead.

Even during this century of brutal war, Sigismund's heroic and resolute face did not bear a single additional scar.

Sigismund was clad in heavy black and white armor, and on his smooth forehead, the laurel wreath symbolizing the glory of the champion shone brightly.

His right hand gripped the Emperor Black Sword, with a heavy iron chain fastened between his gauntlet and the hilt.

Faced with the green tide surging from the landing craft, Sigismund and his Black Templars met it head-on with extreme force.

The black sword swung in a perfect arc, severing the heads of the orc giants at a speed completely imperceptible to the eye.

The smallest of these green-skinned orcs is over three meters tall.

Their muscles were so bulging and strong that they looked like muscle monsters, and the armor they wore was more sophisticated and scientific than before.

However, they chose the wrong opponent. No matter what kind of orc they were, they all had only one fate when facing Sigismund—their heads were cleanly and decisively chopped off by the black sword.

The Black Knight was like an incredibly efficient killing machine, slaughtering the green-skinned orcs as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

He felt no joy, no grief, and no rage.

Sigismund just kept swinging his sword, his heart filled only with loyalty to the Emperor and his obsession with finding the Father of Genetics.

In just a few minutes, Sigismund had slaughtered all the orcs within range.

Then the warriors of the Black Templar, wielding promethium flamethrowers, burned the orc corpses and blood to ashes.

"For the Emperor!"

Sigismund raised his black sword high, letting out a thunderous roar: "For the Emperor!"

The other Black Templar warriors also shouted in unison, their fighting spirit surging even higher.

Meanwhile, on other Imperial warships not guarded by the Black Templars, the most elite Sunstar Forces also tenaciously resisted the orcish onslaught.

The number of orcs that managed to successfully storm the Imperial warships was not large.

When these menacing aliens crawled out of their dilapidated landing pods, they were met with the scorching hot muzzles of the incendiary guns.

Under the concentrated barrage of fire, the green-skinned orcs, who had failed to gain a numerical advantage, quickly fell one after another.

Their angry and resentful roars echoed through the cabin, but were quickly drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

“You bastard, my great-great-grandfather fought alongside the Emperor in Ulanor and killed your Orc Emperor.”

"Today, I can also slaughter you green-skinned aliens to my heart's content, just like my ancestors!"

A veteran of the Sun Star Realm roared, then pierced the green-skinned orc charging at him with the monomolecular bayonet on his incendiary musket.

The orc fleet was destroyed one by one, and the fourth battle order, tasked with destroying the Waaagh Gate, successfully penetrated to the rear of the Waaagh Gate.

The core that survived in Ulanhuda was the size of an asteroid.

The green-skinned orcs built a massive portal right under the noses of the Dark Mechanicus.

The fourth battle sequence began to deploy a large number of void torpedoes, and the array of light spears saturated the foundation upon which the Waaagh Gate was attached.

The creations of the green-skinned orcs cannot be created out of nothing; they must depend on something to maintain their operation.

Their dark green energy shield teetered on the brink of collapse under the bombardment, reaching its limit in about thirty seconds.

Finally, under the light spear of a Void Annihilation-class warship, the generator of the Waaagh Gate exploded with a deafening roar.

The orc technicians who were keeping the Waaagh Gate running were also blown to ashes.

With the collapse of the orc portal, all the Imperial Navy's scanning arrays detected a violent disturbance in spatial gravity.

It was as if a meteorite had fallen onto a calm lake, stirring up turbulent waves.

"The target of the waaagh attack has been defeated."

The commander of the fourth battle order reported the battle situation to General Raeder, but the supreme commander responded in a flat tone.

"Continue to consolidate the front line and make sure to annihilate all the remaining green-skinned orcs."

"Leave no one behind!"

The vacuum implosion bomb pierced through the outer layer of the green-skinned orc warship, and then exploded violently inside the enemy's interior.

The violent gravity tore at everything around it, and the destructive power was amplified many times over by the gravitational disturbance caused by the collapse of the Waaagh Gate.

The orcs' junk warship disintegrated, breaking into countless tiny clouds of metallic dust.

They gleamed in the flames of the explosion, then plummeted at high speed into the gravitational singularity formed by the vacuum implosion bomb.

The resilient green-skinned orcs can survive for a long time even if they are thrown into space.

These screaming and howling aliens maintained a bloodthirsty and warlike madness until they were swallowed by the singularity.

Under the onslaught of the human fleet, this unexpected green-skinned orc fleet was quickly and completely destroyed.

Knowing the characteristics of the orcs, Redel patiently had hundreds of cruisers clean up the battlefield.

These warships deployed a massive net, thousands of kilometers in diameter, filtering the remains of the orc warships like a sieve.

All the collected debris and dust will be directly thrown into the sun of the Nostramo system and incinerated.

Meanwhile, atop the tower in Nostramo, Roche and Vulcan had witnessed the entire course of this unexpected encounter.

"Just a waaagh gate hidden inside Ulanhuda sent more than two thousand green-skinned warships into our area."

"If there were more Waaagh gates, how many warships could they send out?"

"Moreover, according to existing intelligence, those green-skinned orcs not only possessed technology at the level of the Battle Moon, but also had even more powerful Battle Planets."

Although Losi did not directly participate in the war, the fierce hand-to-hand combat that took place in the ship's cabins and the space naval battles with giant cannons that occurred there were only fleeting glimpses in his mind.

However, he was still alarmed by the war potential of the green-skinned orcs.

Good heavens, the main warships that can be mobilized in the Nostramo system are only around two thousand, while the green-skinned orcs have used more than that number of warships as cannon fodder for probing.

Probing is always a two-way street. Not only do humans want to test each other, but the green-skinned orcs also want to probe the secrets of Nostramore, the gate to the ghoul constellations.

If they want to spread the Great Green Tide throughout the entire galaxy, then Nostramore is an insurmountable obstacle.

"They probably know about the human military strength on Nostramore's side now, while we haven't figured out their combat situation on the moon yet."

"Vulcan said solemnly."

After this encounter, he realized one thing: if he were only facing the Salamander Legion's warships and Astartes, it would turn into an even more brutal meat grinder.

If the Salamanders' mere six hundred-odd warships cannot stop the Waaagh Gate from continuously deploying green-skinned warships, the situation will become increasingly passive.

At that point, it might be necessary to have his Astartes board the enemy and cripple their command system through a decapitation strike in order to achieve victory.

"We need more reinforcements: Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and White Scars have not yet arrived on the battlefield."

"In the Misty Starfield, the Greenskin Orcs' probing attacks have probably already begun. If Luther is careless, they may suffer considerable losses."

Loxi also sighed. They were too far away to help with the war in the Misty Starfield, and could only trust that Luther could accomplish the tasks assigned to him.

……

Ghoul Stars, on an orcish war planet.

Bloodhowl Zac was clearly in a very bad mood.

Ever since his green-skinned lads captured Ulanhuda, that giant iron ball even slipperier than snotty boogers, three months ago, Zach has come up with a brilliant plan.

They intend to deliberately let Ulanhuda escape, and then use these shrimps to recreate a green-skinned version of the Trojan Horse.

Zach patted his chest and assured his respected leader that he would definitely be able to break through the human defenses and even take Nostramore, which had been transformed into a fortress, in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, his plan failed. Those bastards showed no kinship whatsoever and opened fire, turning Ulanhuda into a wrecked mess.

"How can these shrimps be more shameless, more brutal, and more ruthless than me!"

"I'm the orc! These shrimps are making things really difficult for me!"

In the eyes of the green-skinned orcs, the classification of humans is actually very simple.

Those Chaos Space Marines and Mortal Cultists who defected to the Warp were collectively referred to as the Bad Shrimp, while the majority of humans who worshipped the Emperor were called the Good Shrimp.

They naturally couldn't distinguish the differences between the humans of Ulanhuda and the humans of the Empire.

Enraged Bloodhowl Zack threw the servant boy beside him into his mouth, crunched a few times with his massive teeth, and swallowed the unfortunate creature whole.

The other snotty-nosed and farting creatures were even more terrified, carefully hiding themselves in the corners and crevices of the fortress.

Under the leadership of the ancient orcs, these green-skinned orcs of the Ghoul Stars have wiped out threatening enemies such as the Ash Claws, the Derazak Bone Kingdom, and the Sethor Demons.

Aside from a few dangerous regions that have existed since ancient times, the Green Tide has occupied almost every planet in the vast Ghoul Star Cluster.

For this war-loving race created by the ancient saints, territory meant population, and population meant combat power and technological level.

Thanks to the efforts of the ever-emerging young technicians and master technicians, almost all the ancient warships sunk in the Ghoul Stars have been unearthed by the Orcs and modified with their ingenious ideas.

If we call those things pieced together from garbage and stars also warships, the total number of orc warships in the entire Ghoul Cluster is likely to exceed one million.

This is an incredibly terrifying number. Even if the number of human warships were increased dozens of times, it would still be impossible to catch up with the number of orc warships.

Of course, in terms of quality, a single human warship can easily defeat an enemy ship that is ten times larger.

However, as long as they can overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers, it's an incredibly worthwhile deal for the green-skinned orcs.

After all, as long as the war can be won, the sunken enemy warships can be used as materials.

With such a large military force at his disposal, Leonardo da Vinci fully utilized his military talent.

The green-skinned orcs must not be trapped in the Ghoul Cluster; the resources here are too scarce, and even stars are extremely rare.

A healthy star in its prime has a huge impact on the spore reproduction of green-skinned orcs, with an efficiency difference of up to ten times.

Therefore, the ancient orcs immediately decided to launch an attack towards the Hazy Starfield and the Limit Starfield.

Under his command, a dozen or so powerful and cunning orc warlords emerged, each leading an orc fleet and launching an attack in the direction designated by the ancient orcs.

Bloodhowl Zak, as one of the earliest orc warlords to follow Leonardo da Vinci, was also the most powerful and trusted among them.

His position was equivalent to that of Horus to the emperor in the past.

His primary offensive focus was the Nostramo Sector, which held the throat of the Ghoul Cluster.

Ulanhuda's risky move was a brilliant plan devised by Zack in a flash of inspiration, but now the cunning humans have discovered its trickery.

After a brief period of sulking, Zach took several deep breaths and finally calmed himself down.

"Go for it, Zack! You're the most powerful warlord under Boss Kirk. Those humans only won the first round. We'll see what happens next!"

Zack didn't care about the loss of the more than two thousand warships. Unlike humans, they could rebuild the lost warships as long as there was enough garbage.

What he cared about was that humanity had figured out his brilliant tactics and ingenious ideas, which was something he couldn't tolerate.

"Why was my plan exposed?" Zack wondered frantically.

After a long time, he suddenly realized something.

"It's because I don't understand human beings well enough; those beings also have ancient histories."

They also learn from their experiences, so they know I might have tampered with Ulanhuda.

"I was too arrogant and thought that shrimp's wisdom was nothing special, which is why I failed."

"I must learn human tactics, culture, history, and strategies. Only by understanding the enemy well can I better defeat them."

Zach thought to himself.

Orcs have never lacked cunning and scheming; what they lack now is only an understanding of humans.

Zach has undergone a complete transformation compared to the past.

His enormous head was no longer just filled with hard muscles; he began to possess a clearer and more independent mind.

When he reviewed the history of the green-skinned orcs, he was surprised to find that his race and humans had been in contact for tens of thousands of years.

The two races, the green-skinned orcs and the humans, appear to be different. The former is a naturally warlike race created by the Old Ones, while the latter is just a weak, upright ape race born on the edge of the galaxy.

However, based on the battle records of both sides, the green-skinned orcs have almost never gained an advantage against the seemingly weak humans.

The green-skinned orcs, however, never had a systematic understanding of humans.

Orcs have an extremely simple and straightforward way of thinking: they judge an opponent by its size, ferocity, and cunning.

If viewed through the lens of this orcish mindset, shrimps are nothing more than weak creatures, easily defeated and devoured even by fart demons.

Apart from those canned goods belonging to the big, golden-haired guys who are relatively strong, the rest of the humans are weak.

However, it turns out that this was an absolutely wrong idea.

We cannot use the mindset of green-skinned orcs to target humans, otherwise we will only continue to suffer setbacks.

In a one-on-one fight between a human and a green-skinned creature, the human would be no match for the green-skinned creature most of the time, unless he was using cheats.

If ten humans were to fight ten greens, the battle would most likely end in a draw.

However, when this number expands to one hundred, the probability of humans winning is actually higher.

This proves that even the most ordinary shrimp have valuable lessons to learn from.

Once Zach understood these things, everything became clear to him.

"I finally understand why the boss always says: Green-skinned orcs should imitate the Old Ones and have more subordinate races."

This is because every coin has two sides, and we also need the wisdom of shrimp to make up for our shortcomings.

"The green-skinned orcs have lost their clever boy, so we need some clever boy from the shrimp to help us."

"Using shrimp's methods to deal with shrimp is the most efficient way."

Once Zach felt his mind was clear, the Waagh Ocean in the subspace suddenly surged with raging storms and towering waves.

The cunning Mao Ge sensed that Zach had become enlightened and specially bestowed His blessing upon him.

A blinding green light fell from the void and merged into Bloodhowl Zach's mind, making his head much larger, making him look more like one of those crazy, eccentric kids.

"The great Mao inspired me. What we need to do is not destruction, but to create a civilization for the green-skinned orcs," Zack said.

(End of this chapter)