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

Chapter 772 The Orc's Metamorphosis

Bloodhowl Zak has uncovered humanity's meticulous plans within the Ghoul Stars from the encounter at Ulanhuda.

It seems that humanity has received a warning from those Ash Claws who were released by Boss Kork.

They are mobilizing other shrimp, canned goods, and warships from other parts of the galaxy to the vicinity of the Ghoul Cluster.

A massive war, far surpassing any previous one, was about to begin, and the thought filled Zach with excitement and exhilaration.

If Zak wanted to forcefully launch an attack relying on numerical superiority, he was not confident that he could break through Nostramona's impregnable defenses and still gather enough troops.

This is only one line of defense, and there are many more lines of defense behind it.

He was proud, not stupid, and Chief Kork had repeatedly warned them to be cautious before they led the orc legion into battle.

Humanity is the dominant force in the galaxy in this era and should not be underestimated.

Zak is a reflective orc warlord, and now he has even learned to treat humans with the same thinking that humans do.

He also realized a fact: if the green-skinned orcs really wanted to defeat the powerful enemy of humans, they needed to first learn how to defeat humans.

The first step he took was to emulate humans in establishing a complete command structure.

Prior to this, orcs relied primarily on their instincts and intuition in war, and all individuals obeyed the commands and orders of orc warlords.

Rather than describing them as independent individuals, it would be more accurate to say that the green-skinned orcs are essentially a Gestalt-based weapon of war.

Once the node orc is killed, other lower-level combat units will also collapse.

Bloodhowl Zak didn't think this Gestalt model was bad, since as long as the orc leader didn't collapse, the orc lads below wouldn't collapse either.

Through the resonance of Waaagh's stance, the orcs can achieve a unity of mind and completely sacrifice their own lives to achieve a strategic goal.

His only complaint was that the orcs' tactical style depended almost entirely on their instincts, which were ingrained in their bloodline genes, and the personal styles of the orc warlords.

For example, an orc warlord who excels at ferocious attacks and completely ignores defense.

Even the green-skinned orcs he controlled, such as the neurotic boy who was skilled at using waaagh energy for ranged attacks, would risk their lives to use psionic melee combat.

Once these rigid and monotonous tactical styles are figured out by cunning and unpredictable enemies like humans, the entire orc army will be in an extremely passive situation.

In such situations, it is necessary to imitate the human command structure and select a group of individuals from the orcs who are good at thinking and skilled in various tactics to form a command center.

In fact, in Zach's conception, the command structure of the green-skinned orcs might not even be composed of orcs.

If someone is good enough, even a human can become a commander of the green-skinned orcs.

This sounds very strange, very blasphemous, and very evil, but upon closer examination, it does make some sense.

Listening to both sides leads to enlightenment, while believing only one side leads to darkness; Zach understands this principle.

They can win over some people, using money, power, and status to buy them off.

As a degenerate form of the Kork orcs, the Orcs lacked the most in terms of physical strength and advanced technology compared to the ancient orcs.

Rather, they have lost a complete and rigorous social system and organizational structure with the ability to improve itself.

It's important to know that during the War of Heaven, the ancient orcs had an extremely sophisticated and complete social system.

They have generals who can command armies, staff officers who can analyze information and give advice, and scientists who can study the characteristics of the enemy and invent targeted technologies.

Furthermore, the ancient orcs even had their own politicians, philosophers, diplomats, and historians, who were exceptionally outstanding on both cultural and biological levels.

Before Leonardo da Vinci unified the ghouls, the Ork had no concept of civilization; they were like a powerful and primitive beast, expanding and fighting wantonly.

They will activate relevant war technologies during the war, such as more powerful weapons, more powerful war vehicles, more powerful warships, and so on.

However, when it comes to the development and progress of civilization, the field of culture is completely devoid of technology.

All individual members of the orc warbands are subject to the orc warlords, who in turn are subject to their savage instincts and the guidance of waaagh!

They just wanted to fight, to kill, and they succumbed to that desire.

A civilization becomes a civilization because its individuals can use their will to suppress their instinctive desires.

A civilization should possess not only the ability to destroy and annihilate, but also the ability to create.

Even Zak himself was unaware that his sudden thought was guiding the Ork people back from beasts towards civilization.

He was simply basking in the blessing bestowed upon him by Brother Mao. Since Brother Mao believed he was right, he should continue to work in that direction even more.

Kirk da Vinci gave Zach over 150,000 green-skinned warships and over 50,000 super-heavy armored leaders, not to mention countless other green-skinned lads.

In addition, Zak also commands fifteen Battle Moons, with one Battle Moon serving as a teleportation point for every 10,000 Greenskin Orc warships, thus maximizing the Orcs' mobility.

This is an extremely terrifying force. If he really throws them at Nostramore without regard for anything else, even if the human resistance is strong, it will be difficult to hold out against this green tide.

However, Zach has now changed his mind.

He wanted to change the orcs' simple, brutal, and inflexible war tactics.

He intends to use humans as a whetstone to gradually transform his green-skinned orcs into something entirely new.

War is the best catalyst, Zach wholeheartedly agrees.

He ordered those howling green-skinned lads to remain on the battle moon and continue building fortresses and weapon systems.

Of course, Zac didn't have them hold their ground indefinitely; instead, he would occasionally break out of the ghoul constellation's boundaries to put pressure on Nostramore's human army.

An arrow is most formidable when it is still on the bowstring, ready to be released.

While the orcish army and humans were locked in a standoff and suspicious of each other's movements, Zak had time to carry out his plan.

He first issued an order among the green-skinned orcs:
I will gather all the young men who have ideas about commanding war and reforming orc society, and have them come to my tent to share their thoughts and opinions.

Whether you belong to the Goff clan, the Bloodaxe clan, or any other clan, as long as you have the ability, ideas, and innovation, I will promote you to a Greenskin officer and make you my Greenskin staff officer.

Even if you are the most lowly farting or snotty person, as long as you have ideas, you can become a manager and a leader.

I need diplomats, philosophers, and green-skinned writers. If you dare, come and join me!

Zak's orders were quickly relayed to all the green-skinned orcs through the dense communication network formed by the orc boy and the fart.

For them, Zack's orders were unprecedented; they had never heard of or even imagined that the green-skinned orcs had such options.

As long as they gain the favor of Boss Zack, they can soar to great heights, rising from humble, unknown figures to high-ranking stars who enjoy the adoration of other orcs.

But soon, some self-important green-skinned orcs who felt they were being wasted responded to the call.

If they really catch the eye of Boss Zack, wouldn't they soon become the new orc leaders?
……

Battle Moon No. 6, the settlement area of ​​the Evil Moon Clan.

Under Zak's command, although the various clans had gathered together, due to the different personalities of the orcs from each clan, they still preferred to stay with orcs from the same clan.

The Evil Moon Clan is one of the most unique types of orcs.

Their teeth grow several times faster than those of other green-skinned orcs, which almost naturally makes them richer among orcs who use teeth as a form of trade.

In the territory of Thomas Edison, the giant of the Evil Moon, gold items were everywhere as decorations: gold chandeliers, gold dining tables, gold statues...

These glittering precious metals are considered treasures only by the Orcs of the Evil Moon Clan; to other Orcs, they are nothing but trash.

After all, gold is too soft to be made into sturdy armor or large weapons; its only redeeming qualities are its ductility and conductivity.

But Edison didn't care about any of that. He traded orc teeth and all sorts of other junk for huge amounts of gold from other clans.

He covered his entire stronghold with gold, and even had a chair made of gold for himself to show off his noble status.

Even his armor was covered with a thick layer of gleaming gold, and the crisp sound of gold colliding with each other drew the envy of countless evil moon brats.

“Our leader Zach is indeed farsighted, unlike those fools from the Goff clan who are reckless and barbaric.”

"He even knows a little about finance, but unfortunately not much."

Edison leaned back in his golden chair, a cylindrical tobacco stick dangling from his mouth. Suckling hard on its rear end released a pleasurable chemical similar to nicotine.

His skull was covered with a thick head of brown hair, but if you parted the hair and looked closely, you would find that it was actually a series of sharp mouths, tightly biting the orc's skull, and that hair was Sgug's fur.

These precious hairs of the Skull are highly sought after among orcs, as most green-skinned orcs are bald, a trait determined by their genes.

"We orcs have always lacked a stable financial system to allow resources in our society to circulate more quickly."

"Only wealth that is in operation is true wealth; what is hidden in one's own cellar is nothing but scrap metal."

"Orc economists like me are extremely rare, and I am definitely a talent recognized by Boss Zack."

"Perhaps I could apply to be Zack's financial advisor and help him manage all the cash reserves and material allocation."

Aside from the Evilmoon Clan boys, who could understand what Edison was saying, the green-skinned orcs from other clans would only think they were crazy.

They are green-skinned orcs, how can they be like those shrimps, talking about "finance," "stock market," and "funds" all day long? It's really going against the natural order.

"I think the boss is brilliant!"

The mischievous Yue clan boys around Edison immediately began to skillfully flatter him.

Their eyes darted around, thinking that if their boss became the Minister of Finance, wouldn't they all follow suit?

They were all Edison's brothers, his beloved relatives and friends. If Edison didn't promote them, would he promote those idiots from other clans?
The saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." Edison was the powerful figure they could rely on!

The thought that all the wealth of the entire orc legion would flow through their hands, even if they only managed to grab a tiny bit, would still be an astonishing fortune.

Without further ado, Edison donned the luxury accessories he had bought at great expense, along with his best power armor and the most powerful stun guns and mechs.

Regardless of his actual combat strength, when Edison armed himself with all his belongings, he was as imposing and enormous as a miniature ancient giant.

He carried enough guns and ammunition to last through an entire battle, so he could meet Boss Zack in top condition.

……

Bloodaxe Clan Territory.

Similar to the Evilmoon Clan, the Bloodaxe Clan was also considered an anomaly by most green-skinned orcs.

They are also among the few green-skinned orcs who like to use tactics and are extremely cowardly and timid when fighting.

Upon receiving Zack's invitation to recruit him, the burly Schwarzenegger of the Bloodaxe Clan was so excited that he even slashed his cheek with his alloy dagger.

“My chance has come. To deal with cunning shrimp, we should learn from silver’s strengths and use them to our advantage.”

"I've obtained some military manuals from Xia Mi. Those books tell you when to ambush the enemy, when to attack the enemy's supply lines, and when to make a tactical retreat and avoid a direct confrontation with the enemy."

"What exquisite knowledge this is! Even Brother Gao would praise it highly, but those fools who only know how to act recklessly don't understand it at all."

"All they do is shout that they're not orcs at all, not waaaghs at all! And then they all rush in to their deaths."

Schwarzenegger was extremely dissatisfied with his own people and believed in using tactics to strike the enemy and achieve optimal efficiency.

“I will prove all this to Boss Zack. Give me a smaller orc army, and I will be able to perfectly defeat a larger orc army that doesn’t understand tactics.”

The thought of these things made Schwarzenegger feel excited and his whole body heat up.

He jumped into the pond and washed off the mud and bloodstains that could have served as camouflage on his body.

Of course, the most important thing is the purple paint that makes them invisible.

The green-skinned orcs of the Bloodaxe clan firmly believed that if they covered themselves with paint and mud, they could blend in with the ground and thus remain undetected by their enemies.

No enemy could spot a purple orc, because Schwarzenegger had never seen a purple orc before. Orcs came in red, green, blue, and black and white, but never purple.

This is because purple can make people invisible, so of course they can't see the purple orcs!
After cleaning himself up, Schwarzenegger transformed back into an ordinary, muscular orc.

He tied a scarlet turban around his forehead to signify his Bloodaxe clan identity.

Afterwards, Schwarzenegger and his crew set off to meet Zack.

Zack's order acted as a magical catalyst for the green-skinned orcs. In an instant, all the green-skinned orcs whose talents had been buried and who could only serve as the most ordinary soldiers rushed to Zack's command post.

They were afraid that if they were a step behind, the other orcs would take their place in the progress.

They were so eager to improve, and the competition they faced was exceptionally fierce.

The entire Ghoul Cluster is the territory of the Greenskin Empire, and every planet is a breeding ground for Greenskin orcs. Perhaps only Brother Gou Mao would know exactly how many Greenskin orcs are here.

Bloodhowl Zach, who made this crucial decision, was now extremely smug and his ego was inflated to the extreme.

"See? My idea is fucking brilliant!"

"Who says we greenskins have no talent? They're all buried. Even if there's only one capable smart man out of a hundred million orcs, my men will be full of fierce generals and strategists."

"What was that saying again..." Zack slapped his head a few times, finally the only sound echoing from his muscles.

"All the heroes of the world are now in my grasp!"

At the selection site designated by Zak, hundreds of thousands of green-skinned orcs from various clans were crowded together in layers.

Their eyes gleamed with ambition, making them stand out from the other ordinary green-skinned passersby.

"Let's begin then, starting with the initial screening."

At Zach's command, he dispatched over a hundred of his trusted men to conduct preliminary assessments of the candidates.

After all, there were just too many orcs coming to take the test, and every minute, more greenskins were on their way.

Even if Zach had more time, he couldn't possibly waste it on these guys.

He could only conduct preliminary tests to weed out those who were just trying to take advantage of the situation and were merely filling in the numbers.

Soon, the burly orcs in charge of the initial assessments selected some qualified candidates.

As for those who spouted nonsense and made no sense at all, they were beaten into mincemeat by these hulking orcs and hung on telephone poles as a warning.

This demonstration immediately intimidated the orcs who lacked real skills, and they immediately retreated among the orcs, fleeing the examination hall.

It's true that they want to climb the social ladder, but if there's a risk of death, they'd rather keep their own lives.

The horde of green-skinned orcs was quickly reduced by more than half. Zak moved his terrifying body and approached the orcs who had passed the test.

The orc warlords of today are no longer the same species as ordinary orcs.

He was like an ancient junk, his entire body filled with green light symbolizing the power of the Orcs.

His body was encased in thick metal armor, the surface of which was engraved with extremely complex orc totem markings.

Huge fangs snaked upwards from both sides of the helmet, making it look like the horns of a pack of ferocious bulls.

Some of the smaller, green-skinned boys weren't even as tall as his knees.

However, Zack still managed a smile, his menacing adamantium teeth interspersed with bits of flesh of unknown origin, and a strong stench wafted out.

“I’m so glad you’ve come here to showcase your special abilities.”

"I also believe that with more green-skinned orcs like you who possess special talents joining us, our orc empire will surely become more and more prosperous under the leadership of our leader, Kirk Da Vinci."

"As you all know, our enemies—those shrimp humans—are besieging us. They've built formidable defenses to the south and west to prevent us from breaking out of our cage."

Zack narrated calmly, unlike his usual boisterous self, and instead sounded more like a green-skinned orc shaman.

Orcs can communicate with each other not only through language, but also through the waaagh energy within them.

The orc candidates also quieted down under the influence of Zak's powerful yet calm waaagh energy.

“I know many of you despise those shrimps and think they are very weak, but this idea is wrong.”

"If they were truly weak, they wouldn't have trapped us in the ghoul constellation, making it impossible for us to take a single step out."

"We must be realistic, respect the facts, and also respect those human beings who are stronger than us."

What Zak said was absolutely heretical and even seemed absurd to most orcs.

The orcs are powerful, and the shrimps are weak—that's the right thing to do.

However, the orcs present had all been selected, and these orc individuals, who were already quite strange, quickly accepted Zack's ideas.

"Therefore, I want to imitate the human social system and establish a social system that belongs to us orcs."

In this way, we've learned their best skills, so they won't be as strong as us.

"Next, you can speak freely, but please pay attention to the order of speaking. Take turns, don't shout, and don't rush to speak."

Under Zak's deliberate guidance, a strange sense of order emerged among the green-skinned orcs.

"Then I'll be the first one."

Wearing a thick layer of gold plating, Edison, who looked like a walking flashbang under the starlight, huffed and puffed as he stepped out.

His large teeth, also plated with gold, were the envy of the other orcs.

“Boss Zack, I am Edison from the Evil Moon Clan. I’m here to become your financial advisor.”

"I have discovered that our orc economic system has serious flaws. Teeth and scrap are our common currency, but we do not have a proper economic cycle around these currencies."

“Our kid found the scrap and handed it over to the technician and the master craftsman. The master craftsman then distributes the finished weapons and equipment as needed. It seems perfect, but there’s a fatal problem.”

"That's the kind of exchange and distribution that depends entirely on the individual: the kids have no quota requirements for collecting scrap, and the big boss distributes weapons and equipment according to his mood."

This system is far too inefficient and crude!
Furthermore, our system only applies to green-skinned orcs. If other races join our ranks, then in their eyes, our Teeth and Trash are nothing but worthless garbage!

Edison spoke eloquently, even lighting a Scuderia cigarette for himself as he talked.

His calm and composed demeanor made Boss Zack look at him in a new light.

Look at that calm and composed aura—that's exactly the kind of finance minister he's been looking for!
To be able to show off in front of him, Edison must be quite a talent.

If we want to reshape the social system of the orcs, we inevitably have to address the economic system.

Often, when the green-skinned boys find scrap and acquire more teeth, they will selfishly choose to keep some for themselves.

Moreover, many green-skinned boys are dissatisfied with the exploitation and plundering by the Tech Boys and the Big Tech Bosses.

They even started to slack off at work, wasting time by procrastinating to avoid being exploited.

That's why there are more and more slave-owning kids, because the Great Techies need these slave-owning kids to motivate the greenskins and reduce their time of slacking off.

These are all very basic and micro-level questions, things that a high-ranking orc warlord like Zak would naturally not know.

Listening to Edison's description, he immediately realized that the economic system within the Greenskinned Orcs did indeed have huge problems.

"Therefore, I believe that some companies and guilds should be established to manage the green-skinned orcs in their work using complete and mature rules and regulations."

"Since it's a company policy, then we need to pay the green-skinned guys wages and bonuses to incentivize them."

"At the same time, a performance appraisal system should be established for each green-skinned boy, and their slacking off must be strictly prevented."

“We set KPI targets for them, such as the number of fights the kids have to get into every day. Ordinary kids have to complete 10 one-on-one fights or group brawls every day, while supervisors have to instigate at least 3 fights involving hundreds of people.”

"I suggest adding a bottom-ranking elimination system, and relegating the least efficient and slowest green-skinned kids to work alongside fart devils and snot devils."
Furthermore, a portion of their wages will be taken and distributed to the hardworking and efficient green-skinned boys.

"If any orcs dare to slack off, then we might as well drag the bottom 20% directly to feed the Skullg behemoths, or make them into mushroom stew, and let them see what happens."

"These are the most common situations under the system that those scoundrels call 'capitalism,' and they are also things we can learn from."

Zack was practically grinning from ear to ear as he listened to Edison's various suggestions.

good good!
Such a great talent has only been discovered today.

Zach could already imagine that with Edison in charge, the work efficiency of the entire green-skinned orc society would increase at least several times.

"Our company's corporate culture is: If you don't fight with your life on the line today, you'll be dead tomorrow."

"There's no limit to how high the waaagh can go, and those kids who win in this competitive race will get free dental enhancements, and if they have psychological issues, they'll get electroshock therapy from the Mad Doctor Kid."

Edison shared his management experience in detail, and after hearing about his unique assessment methods and corporate culture, Zach felt he had benefited greatly.

"Good, your idea is excellent. I'll keep you by my side as Minister of Finance and Minister of the Interior. I hope you do a good job and get more and more green-skinned orcs active."

Upon receiving the appointment, Edison felt a surge of energy coursing through him, which even caused his body to swell slightly.

From this moment forward, he will be the finance minister of the green-skinned orc legion led by Zak.

Although it wasn't a war-related position, it was still a high-ranking title, and his status had risen.

"Next, who are you?"

Zach continued to count the talents selected from among the green-skinned orcs, and soon he saw Schwarzenegger, a big guy from the Bloodaxe clan who stood out from the crowd.

He stood among the orcs, wearing a scarlet turban, looking like a cool guy among the green-skinned orcs with an imposing aura.

His well-defined, powerful muscles were far more pleasing to the eye than the messy, wildly growing muscle lines of other green-skinned orcs.

Zach rarely felt that any green-skinned orc had a better physique than himself, after all, he was the biggest of the big guys, and his size advantage alone could crush a lot of his opponents.

But Schwarzenegger looks different. His physique is the product of careful shaping and sculpting by his father. Although he is not big, he looks exceptionally well-proportioned.

“My name is Schwarzenegger,” the Blood Axe giant roared.

"I think the fighting style of the green-skinned orcs has a big flaw. Those humans have something called 'military strategy,' from which I learned surprise and covert sabotage."

"Military strategy is a wonderful thing. It can help the weak defeat the strong. If we green-skinned orcs use military strategy, we will definitely be stronger than the weak humans."

"I suggest learning human tactics and military strategy, and thinking more during battles in order to achieve the effect of quantitative change leading to qualitative change."

"After all, three hundred stinky Sgugs are worth one smart kid."

Schwarzenegger uttered ancient human proverbs he'd learned from who-knows-where, which, after being digested by the orcs, had taken on bizarre and strange forms.

"We are currently in a standoff with humans around the edge of the Ghoul Stars. A large-scale offensive is not the best solution. Therefore, we should make better use of the natural advantages of the Greenskin Orcs."

As he spoke, Schwarzenegger squatted down and began to scribble and draw.

Zak was also drawn to him and crouched down, a move that even prompted other green-skinned orcs around him to crouch down as well.

"We green-skinned orcs are naturally suited to guerrilla warfare. After all, we don't need much logistical support. We just need to bask in the sun to have the strength to move."

"As long as we spread our spores, we can set up guerrilla forces behind human territory."

"By reusing the captured human waste and warship wreckage, we can break into smaller groups and launch raids everywhere. By using sabotage tactics, we can increase the logistical pressure on humanity, thereby creating opportunities for the army at the front."

"We must drag humanity into the vast ocean of green-skinned orcs, and the ocean is all-pervasive. We are currently locked in the ghoul constellation, which is equivalent to being trapped in a pond."

Upon hearing Schwarzenegger's words, Zack excitedly pulled the man up and held him right in front of him.

"Okay! I'll believe you then!"

"I am promoting you to the Infiltrator Warlord and naming you Blood Axe Fang Schwarzenegger!"

"I need you to lead an elite assault force to infiltrate behind human lines, just as you said you would."

Whether you're disguising yourselves or deceiving others, you're determined to cause destruction in humanity's rear!

"I'm handing over Skullcrusher to you so you can train the orc troops you need there!"

Schwarzenegger's words hit the nail on the head; these were exactly what Zach wanted, and these orcs were the ones who fulfilled his desires.

Zak was like a man possessed, continuously selecting suitable talents from this group of orcs in order to break the original green-skinned orc upgrade system.

He had professional generals, diplomats, historians, and even writers.

These changes have drastically altered the original green-skinned orcs, and the battle for the Ghoul Stars will become even more unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)