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

Chapter 775 Welcome to Qatar (Seeking monthly votes)
"The Greenskins created a giant primeval jungle world underground on Skullcrusher, which they called the Orcish version of Katachon."

"These bastards intend to use this training base to train a group of elite orcs with strong stealth and infiltration capabilities."

"They changed their previously relatively simple combat model and began to emphasize tactics and strategy."

Coupled with the sheer number of Greenskins, this will amplify their threat to us exponentially.

Zoe wrote this in her infiltration log and made data backups.

He is now deep within the Green Underworld, where even communication signals cannot penetrate such a complex environment to reach the warships in orbit.

As for psionic power, Zoe has not dared to use it since she arrived here, as the green-skinned orcs are extremely sensitive to it.

Using psionic energy in an orcish settlement filled with waaagh energy is a suicidal act that exposes oneself to the mad boy and the orcish shaman.

He could only record it temporarily, and then transmit it to the human command center once the time was right and he came to the vicinity of the surface.

Zoe knew that this battle on Skullcrusher would be a long one and could very well take many years.

Now that they had tracked down the Greenskin Orcs' next plan—that they wanted to use the Katachon jungle warriors to hone their elite troops—Zoe naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

He concealed himself and followed them into the Katachan jungle.

Ash Claw had heard of Katachon's infamous reputation, and even though this was just a high-quality replica of Katachon created by the orcs, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

Katachon is a dead world where even the flowers and plants eat people; ordinary people are devoured by the hungry and greedy natives as soon as they land.

The most important virtue in the Ghoul Stars is caution; any arrogance or conceit will become the cause of one's own demise.

As soon as they entered this vast, green forest, Zoe's power armor servo system began to sound an alarm.

Extremely fine plant pollen floats in the air, invisible to the naked eye.

Within just a few minutes, the pollen began to accumulate on the power armor's air filter, and once it reached a certain concentration, it quickly released a viscous, toxic liquid.

If an organism inhales this pollen into its respiratory tract, it will soon have its trachea blocked and die from corrosion from the inside out.

The remains of the dead become nutrients for the pollen, allowing it to grow vigorously.

Zoe immediately turned off the ventilation function and turned on the air recirculation system.

He couldn't understand how the Catachan jungle warriors could fight off the pollen when even Astartes' power armor was corroded.

He was like a spectator hidden in the shadows, coldly observing the chase and counter-chase that erupted within the orcish Katachan.

As the leader of the Catachan warriors, Rambo naturally had no idea that an Astartes was lurking and tracking him.

As soon as he entered this dangerous green jungle, his innate survival instinct was immediately activated.

Instead of acting with his comrades, Rambo cautiously dispersed while maintaining a distance that would allow them to quickly support each other.

The Qatari people use mud, plant sap, and other materials found in this deadly jungle as raw materials, and then use their fingers to paint camouflage patterns on their skin.

This is a delicate technique, and beginners may draw the camouflage pattern haphazardly, greatly increasing the probability of the disguise being detected.

He simply applied the paint a few times, yet it seemed to blend perfectly with the environment behind him, indistinguishable from the surroundings.

"Luckily, these damned green-skinned orcs imitated Katachan quite well, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to reassess the characteristics and dangers of the flora and fauna in this jungle."

Rambo cursed inwardly but chose not to speak.

For these experienced jungle warriors of the Katachan, making a sound is an extremely dangerous thing, after all, human voices are so conspicuous in the desolate jungle.

They typically use special body language, especially tactical hand signals, to communicate with each other.

Some of these plants, scattered in the corners of the jungle, were simulated by fungi grown by the green-skinned orcs, while others were genuine products of Katachon.

Rambo wandered through this deadly jungle, his heart filled with worry about just how far these green-skinned orcs had extended their reach.

"Katachan is located in the mid-western part of the Extreme Starfield, which is relatively close to the Sun Starfield, while the current Skullcrusher Star is on the edge of the Ghoul Cluster in the northernmost part of the Extreme Starfield."

"If they've reached as far as Qatar, can't they reach even further afield?"

Rambo simply hoped that the bigwigs of the Empire would know the news sooner rather than later, so they wouldn't be caught off guard by these green-skinned aliens.

After completing his camouflage, Rambo blended seamlessly into the dense jungle, becoming one with his surroundings.

He even stained his teeth with plant sap to prevent his snow-white teeth from revealing his past.

Rambo's mind became incredibly calm, clearing away all those chaotic thoughts.

In an environment like Qatar, distraction is a death sentence.

The fear and unease vanished from his heart, and these dangerous, distinctive plants of Qatar gave him a sense of familiarity, like being at home.

The children of Katachon must learn to survive as quickly as possible, or they will not live to adulthood.

Humans born in this hell on earth often learn to shoot laser guns before they can walk, and learn various self-defense methods before they can speak.

He observed with utmost composure the Bloodaxe orc boys who followed the humans into the jungle.

These Bloodaxe clan orcs did indeed imitate the style quite well; they wore red headscarves and had tattoos on their arms, just like the warriors of the Katachan jungle.

But no matter how well it is imitated on the surface, it is meaningless.

The Bloodaxe Kids were alert to their surroundings, diligently searching for any trace of humans.

But they soon discovered, to their dismay, that those big shrimps had vanished completely, like a drop of water merging into the sea, leaving no trace whatsoever.

They began to get impatient, and their initial caution slowly began to ease.

"Typical rookie mentality, getting impatient at the slightest provocation," Rambo mocked to himself, while simultaneously resolving to give them a surprise.

The Bloodaxe Boys did not advance in a scattered manner like the Katachon jungle warriors.

The orcs instinctively huddled together, as if it could bring them a sense of security.
They also use their surroundings and materials to camouflage themselves, especially their dark green, rough skin, which serves as natural camouflage in the jungle.

The Bloodaxe Boys searched for a long time but still found nothing.

A somewhat nervous Bloodaxe Kid accidentally bumped into a clump of bushes while moving.

His skin was quietly scratched by a seemingly inconspicuous branch; the sharp thorns pierced through the epidermis and stabbed into his subcutaneous tissue.

Normally, with the orcs' powerful physique, such a minor injury, like a mosquito bite, would be nothing to worry about and would heal itself in just a few breaths.

But after only about fifteen seconds, the green-skinned orc suddenly began to feel dizzy and his legs trembled.

Thirty seconds later, Blood Axe Kid's eyes rolled back and he collapsed headfirst into the muddy ground.

His strong body convulsed silently, white foam gushing from his mouth, but no other orcs noticed.

The terrifying toxins surged into his flesh and nervous system, causing his organs to fail and dissolve and die in a very short time.

The reason why green-skinned orcs are so difficult to kill is largely because they have multiple sets of redundant organs in their bodies.

Astartes, for example, has two hearts and three lungs; if one of its hearts fails, the second heart can continue to function.

Green-skinned orcs have even more organs; in fact, each green-skinned orc doesn't even know how many extra organs they have.

Therefore, it is common to see green-skinned orcs surviving even with only half a body remaining.

The unlucky fellow, who wasn't careful enough, lay on the mud. In this green jungle, even the most inconspicuous mud teemed with parasites invisible to the naked eye. They swarmed in greedily, frantically devouring the fresh flesh.

However, these Blood Axe Kids were all trainees carefully selected by the big guy Yataru, so they wouldn't be so easily intimidated.

But the Bloodaxe Boys' nightmare had only just begun. Ever since they stepped into this place, countless malevolent beings had been eyeing their flesh and blood.

A small creature that had been curled up among the dense branches silently drooped down and wrapped its tendrils around the orc's head.

The Blood Axe Kid only felt an itch on his back, and the next moment, the tendrils of his brain pierced his skin and spread along the spinal cord to his brain.

The tendrils frantically absorbed the orc's blood and muscle, constantly expanding their own bodies.

At the same time, it cleverly controlled the orc's body, keeping him in his original state of motion.

To the other Bloodaxe Kids, their companion was just a few steps slower, gradually falling behind the group.

The Blood Axe Boy, now completely parasitized, began to emit a very special pheromone that spread in all directions with the airflow.

Guided by pheromones, the camouflage applied by the orcs instantly became meaningless.

Even their constant attempts to convince themselves that they were doing a good job of disguising themselves were ineffective.

These unique plants of Katachán have evolved the ability to hunt together over a long period of time.

The pheromones emitted by the brain lobe attracted the thorny grass.

This cylindrical plant, about two meters tall, has many hair-like leaves wrapped around its surface, giving it a somewhat fuzzy and harmless appearance.

But as they began to roll forward, countless sharp spikes inside instantly pierced their bodies, like a falling rock smashing Blood Axe Boy to the ground.

Thousands upon thousands of spikes pierced the skin and muscles of the green-skinned orc.

These barbed spikes can release chemicals that violently stimulate nerve tissue.

If I had to describe it, it would be like having a red-hot steel needle pierce your tooth enamel and directly hit your dental nerve, multiplied by ten.

The Blood Axe Kid howled in agony, snot and tears streaming down its face, looking like a cowardly little brat whose toe had been stepped on.

The chemicals released by the Spiked Grass made the orcs' nerves incredibly sensitive and fragile, amplifying the extreme pain they felt.

The intense pain caused the blood circulation in the body to accelerate wildly, and the spiked grass seemed to have absorbed a large blood pack, with each spike turning the color of orc blood.

Enraged, the Blood Axe Boys immediately used their finely crafted maces to smash the Spiked Grass that had killed their companion.

However, after the Spikeweed was torn apart by the scorching high-speed metal projectiles, it was like a landmine with its fuse triggered, shooting spikes in all directions.

Blood Axe Kid, who was closest to him, was riddled with bullets and fell to the ground in pain, unable even to howl.

"Fool, shooting at an opponent you don't know."

"Firearms can only ensure that the user will not become the bottom of the food chain in Qatar."

On a giant tree over thirty meters tall, Rambo held onto the rough trunk with one hand, his eyes fixed intently on the Blood Axe Kids who were courting death.

To the Katachans, the brainlobe and the thorny grass are just harmless little things by the roadside, but to those with little experience, they are blatant killers.

In other environments, the Bloodaxe Kids selected by Yatarun might have survived, but sorry, this is Katachon.

The replica of Katachon, painstakingly created by the green-skinned orcs, is still Katachon.

In their subsequent jungle adventure, the Blood Axe Squad continued to encounter ambushes from Venus flytraps and spore trees.

The orcs, swallowed by the Venus flytrap, struggled desperately. As they brandished their large scythes, attempting to carve a path to survival, the Venus flytrap, its skin torn, suddenly secreted a terrifying digestive fluid.

The orc boy was completely digested, skin and bones, and even his own weapon was reduced to pus.

The spore tree can emit clouds of spores, which even look somewhat beautiful, deeply captivating the green-skinned orcs born from the spores.

As if they had seen their homeland, they rushed towards the spore cloud released by the spore tree, and then suffocated to death with their bodies completely wrapped in spores and eerie smiles on their faces.

These Bloodaxe Kids never imagined that seemingly harmless plants could have such terrifying destructive power.

The powerful green-skinned orcs seemed to have become the bottom of the food chain in this godforsaken place, and any creature could come out and trample on them.

They may not be as intelligent as orcs, but they possess an extremely cunning and primal instinct that allows them to employ different strategies for different prey.

The Blood Axe Squad could barely protect themselves, let alone find Rambo and the other Catachan jungle warriors.

In just half a day, the Blood Axe Squad, which originally numbered over a hundred, had lost more than half of its members, leaving only thirty-odd survivors who were extremely fearful and wary of their surroundings.

They've become extremely anxious and overreact to even the slightest disturbance.

Orcs are essentially a special kind of psionic creature.

Psychic energy, a kind of idealistic power condensed and inspired by emotions, thoughts, and desires, is very easily disturbed and influenced by one's mindset.

Bloodaxe Boy was extremely confident in himself. If even shrimps could survive in this place, how could it possibly be difficult for the powerful green-skinned orcs?
But after suffering a crushing defeat, the Bloodaxe Kids became much more disciplined.

Yata Ryu is right. They are still very green, with no experience or skills, only instincts imprinted in their genes.

They began to treat anything insignificant with extreme caution, regardless of whether it seemed harmless.

Some of the smarter green-skinned kids had even started thinking about how they would survive in the jungle if they were the Katachan jungle warriors.

The orcs' survival instincts were being activated, and under Rambo's watchful eye, their casualty rate began to decline rapidly.

"There's something, but not much."

"We've already witnessed the power of plants, but what about animals?"

A mischievous smile crept across the face of the Qatari.

He then began to move swiftly through the jungle, using his sight, hearing, smell, and intuition to observe his surroundings and catch any signs of danger.

About half an hour later, he found a Katachon demon resting. This enormous monster, which looked like a multi-legged scorpion but was as big as a human-sized mechanical train, was a specialty of Katachon.

Alone, the Catachan demons are terrifying enough; their sharp, blade-like ventral feet can easily tear apart human troop carriers, let alone flesh and blood.

Even more deadly is that the Katachon demons are gregarious; they form a giant nest and then produce and hatch the offspring of their race.

Rambo, looking down, hurled a rock the size of a human head, which slammed hard into the metallic carapace of the Catachan demon.

Instantly, the demon Katachon, whose sleep had been disturbed, began to rage.

Its massive, venomous tail, resembling a scorpion's tail, easily snapped up those giant trees as if breaking grass.

Rambo loosened his belt and poured a thick, scalding yellow liquid over the head of the Catachan demon, which then chased after him like a madman.

The jungle warriors of Katachon fled frantically, while the demons of Katachon pursued them relentlessly.

Rambo was nearly torn apart by those huge pincers many times, but he managed to dodge them thanks to his exceptionally agile dodging skills.

"Feel the passion of Qatar, you green-skinned bastards!"

Meanwhile, the Bloodaxe Kids, who were in the direction Rambo was fleeing, also sensed the approaching danger, but the complex surrounding environment prevented them from making a quick escape.

Not running means death, but running too fast without paying attention to your surroundings and stepping on those deadly creatures also means death.

Faced with this dilemma, the beastmen's wildness and courage were also unleashed.

"Go to hell, Brother Mao! Let's fight them!" a Blood Axe Kid screamed, his innate ferocity driving him mad.

As a special forces unit among the orcs, they are equipped with the most sophisticated weapons.

The Bloodaxe Boys felt the ground tremble violently, as if a train was speeding towards them.

"Shoot the hell out!"

"Da da da da da da!"

The Bloodaxe Clan boys are known for their deep thinking, and they've already imagined a grand spectacle of a beast tide attacking.

They nimbly climbed the tall trees on both sides of the road, dispersed their forces, and used pre-emptive fire to suppress the direction from which the loud commotion was coming from.

Fierce bullets and shells poured from their hands, the massive long-range weapons unleashing a deluge that blasted everything in their path into pieces.

The bright blue flames of the plasma weapon flickered in the dark green jungle, but the enormous vibrations only increased.

With a brutal scream, the Katachon demon charged into the Bloodaxe Boys' ranks, its sharp blades instantly slicing through four green-skinned orcs blocking its path.

The orcs' weapons were not ineffective, but the carapace of the Katachon demons protected them from most of the damage.

Even plasma can only leave a scalding hot, bloody hole in its body.

With a single stab and snip from the giant claw, the two Blood Axe Boys were pierced through the abdomen, their bodies split in two and spinning in the air.

The Bloodaxe Kids, not to be outdone, retaliated with their big guns and cleavers.

Several valiant orcs charged directly onto the back of the Katachon demon, intending to pierce its skull with their great cleavers.

The massive slash, imbued with the power of my thoughts, was exceptionally sharp; even the carapace of the Catachan demon could not withstand its damage.

However, an invisible tail whip struck, hurling the Blood Axe Kid, who was wielding a large cleaver and stabbing wildly in the back, into the air.

The once vigorous Blood Axe Boy suddenly turned black all over and died instantly.

The Katachon demon was also severely wounded, but before it died, it had already killed these Bloodaxe brats who were fighting head-on.

Rambo clicked his tongue in amazement from the treetops, marveling at the breathtaking scene.

“In Katachon, we will not provoke the Katachon demon unless there is no other way to avoid it.”

"If we absolutely have to hunt these guys, then it would be best to have knight mechs and heavy tanks as fire support."

"To rely solely on light infantry to deal with such an armored vehicle-like enemy is simply insane; it's not bravery, it's stupidity."

Rambo summoned his comrades, and the Qatari people did not linger there, returning directly to the entrance they had just entered through.

However, Rambo always felt as if something was watching him. It was just an intuition, but his intuition was often more effective than oracles.

He seemed to realize something, but pretended not to know anything.

"Well, as I told you, your men aren't exactly qualified special forces soldiers."

"They're all dead, killed in a dangerous natural environment. Are you going to go and collect their bodies?"

"Hurry up if you want them, their bodies will be decomposed in a little while."

Rambo met the big, blood-axe-wielding guy named Yatauron again.

The other party's face showed no change in expression, seemingly unsurprised by the complete annihilation of the Blood Axe Squad.

"The fate of the weak is death. They are incapable of fulfilling the great mission entrusted to them by Chairman Mao, so they have no reason to exist."

"You did a great job. I will send the next batch of Blood Axe squads here for training as soon as possible."

Yatayron said calmly. He wasn't lying; the green-skinned orcs had no shortage of fresh blood.

He also knew that the Katachon jungle warriors in front of him had definitely used tricks to make the Blood Axe Squad's training more difficult.

But that's exactly what he wanted; only the most brutal training could forge the strongest special forces.

If they can't even do this, how can they infiltrate and sabotage humanity's rear? How can they join this great WAAAGH?!
The orcs' calm demeanor is exactly what Rambo least wants to see, meaning that the green-skinned orcs are truly changing their nature.

"How many orcs like you are there in your kind?"

For some inexplicable reason, Rambo suddenly spoke up, voicing the question that had been bothering him.

"Number?" Yata Ron pondered for a moment before continuing, "This is a top-down transformation initiated by our race."

Our supreme leader, Lord Kork, the orc warlord Bloodhowl Zak, and the warlord Bloodaxe Blade Schwarzenegger are all vigorously promoting change.

Rambo silently memorized the names of these high-ranking orcs. So, the orc warlord of Skullshatter was Blood Axe Blade?
"I am only responsible for training special forces lads for the great orc empire, capable of adapting to the harshest environments."

Other orcs are also learning your human tactics and strategies, as well as your culture, politics, and social systems.

“Our strategic experts have analyzed your intentions. You want to besiege Skullbreaker Star, constantly deplete our manpower, and turn it into a bleeding hole for the Orc Empire.”

A confident, mocking smile appeared on Yataro's lips.

"Let's have a good showdown on Skullcrusher Star. This is also what our leader wants, to prove which race is truly superior."

"We orcs fear no enemy, and humans are our best adversaries right now."

After defeating you, we will declare a complete war on the space undead and annihilate these cosmic scum.

"Then try it!"

Rambo spat angrily onto the ground.

"You are too arrogant. So what if you have an ancient orc as your leader? We humans have defeated countless powerful enemies, and we don't need one more like you."

"We can destroy Ulanno, and we can destroy you too."

Rambo showed no weakness. Although he was theoretically a prisoner of the orcs, it was impossible to make him bow down.

He possesses human pride and dignity, and would never submit to an alien.

The two men developed a strong competitive spirit, neither willing to concede to the other, yet they also respected each other.

The green-skinned orcs also respected their courageous and powerful enemies.

“You can make reasonable suggestions and requests to me, and I will meet them.”

"Perhaps we have been very barbaric in the past, but under the leadership of Chief Kirk, we will become a civilization again."

"A civilization that is superior and more perfect than yours."

After leaving those words, Yatarou and the green-skinned boy beside him disappeared into the passage, seemingly unafraid that Rambo and the other Catachan jungle warriors would take the opportunity to slip away.

"Should we try to escape?" asked one of Rambo's comrades.

"Escape? Where can we escape to? The other orc underworlds don't have jungles to cover us. Aren't we just sitting ducks?"

"Moreover, there is still a war going on on the ground. We might get wiped out by our own people's cannons and light spears as soon as we get up there."

"We'll stay here and give those green-skinned orcs a good beating, killing as many as they come."

"When the time is right, we'll coordinate with our people from the inside and wipe out all these greens!" Rambo said calmly.

Rambo is not only an excellent warrior, but he also has a keen strategic vision, clearly recognizing which of the choices before him is the optimal solution.

"If that damned greenskin wasn't lying to us, and they really are learning all the best aspects of the Empire, then this greenskin Empire is indeed the most terrifying existence we've ever encountered."

Rambo deliberately raised his voice, almost roaring, as he spoke to his brothers.

After he recounted all the information he had received from the big guy Yata Ron, Katachon nervously turned his head and looked towards a deep, dark corner.

His eyes saw nothing; it was as if there was only an empty void.

But his intuition told him that there was definitely something there that wasn't a green-skinned orc hiding there.

If they're not green-skinned orcs, then they can only be spies from the human side.

Zoe was slightly surprised to feel Rambo's gaze.

"This Katachon warrior has a very sharp intuition."

"He must have sensed my presence, which is why he loudly repeated the information he had gathered so that he could use me to transmit the message to the outside world."

However, despite knowing this, Zoe still doesn't plan to show up in person.

He couldn't be sure whether those cunning green-skinned orcs had even noticed the presence of these infiltrators.

If they've already noticed and are using Rambo to lure him out, they'll only hurt each other.

Therefore, the best option for them is to know of each other's existence, but not to meet face to face.

Zoe vanished into the darkness, disappearing without a trace beneath her feet, while Rambo simply stood there, gazing in that direction for a long time.

"There's not much I can do, but I hope I can help you learn more about the green-skinned orcs."

Rambo said silently to himself.

He then took out a note given to him by Yata Ryu. Since the other party had already said that they could meet reasonable requirements, he might as well take it.

"Long-range laser guns, preferably with promethium flamethrowers and incendiary rifles. As for melee weapons, give us a few power swords in civilian models."

"Food, medicine, and production tools—I want them all."

“Other human prisoners have also been transferred here. I’m worried that some green-skinned orcs might be tempted to steal a few humans for a treat. These are our fellow human beings, and we need to unite now more than ever.”

Rambo also hoped to protect his fellow humans who had fallen into the hands of the orcs as much as he could, within his own capabilities.

Although his abilities are limited, whether he does it or not is a different matter from whether he can do it.

……

Zoe reviewed the intelligence she had gathered over this period of time.

"The orc warlord of Skullcrusher Star comes from the Bloodaxe Clan. No wonder he is so cautious and there is no trace of his whereabouts."

"And that Waaagh Gate that can teleport large orc armies, we have absolutely no clue about it either, which is a bit troublesome."

“Every minute and every second is precious. If we continue to delay, the situation may change.”

Zoe began to feel anxious as she thought about the progress of the mission.

It seems that by spreading out their operations in the orc underworld, they won't be able to obtain any truly important intelligence.

They need to get together and figure out a way to pull off a big heist, attempting a detailed exploration of the deeper underground world.

Zoe quickly made contact with the other Ash Claws and connected with Talos, the Soul Hunter, commander of the Night Lords.

"This is my idea. What do you think?"

Zoe shared her thoughts and findings with Talos, and the incredibly aloof Midnight Lord quickly gave an affirmative reply.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say."

"We'll send people back with the intelligence we've gathered first, and then we'll infiltrate the heartland of the green-skinned orcs."

"I'd like to see if these green-skinned orcs, who claim to be fearless, will actually be consumed and subdued by fear!"

(End of this chapter)